us you guys were taking it slow,” Lynsey says, elbowing me in the arm knowingly. “I guess a lovers’ getaway to Aspen took you two to a new level, huh?”
“We’re not at a new level,” I reply with a frown, worry creeping inside me.
“Any couple who can have a sex marathon like you two did last night are certainly hitting a new level,” Kate snorts, causing Lynsey to choke on her coffee.
The girls laugh as they wipe up their liquid mess and return to picking at their croinuts while a nervous sensation settles in my gut. Are Norah and I at a new level? I mean, clearly sex is a new level but is this insatiable feeling I have when it comes to her something I need to worry about? Because, let’s face it, when I watched Norah orgasm with that vibrator, my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I knew she was different from other girls. In the best way.
But I should be careful because I don’t want Norah to think I want more than casual sex. Maybe after I drive her home today, I’ll avoid any future plan discussions so it’s clear I’m not looking into the future. And I’ll avoid the bakery on Monday too. That’ll be a good test to make sure I can listen to my mind over my cock.
“Today’s flavor of the day is a new creation and the best one our girl has ever come up with if you want my opinion!” Rachael’s voice chirps in the background as I crouch over a fresh tray of croinuts that just came out of the fryer. “It’s a light cinnamon and sugar coating with a stripe of decadent Valrhona dark chocolate on the top. Inside is a super airy champagne cream filling that tastes like a party in your mouth. Seriously, skip the donuts. Today’s croinut is worth the wait.”
“That sounds great,” the customer replies, and I hear the machine click as three numbers are pulled from it.
Rachael proceeds to ring them up and make their coffees while I gently squeeze the pastry bag with a rounded tip full of the chocolatey topping. Damn, this flavor of the day is a work of art, if I do say so myself. I need to add it to my Denver menu because it will be a hit there, for sure. They might even be good for the morning show segment Max has lined up for me.
Plus, they taste better than sex.
Well, maybe not better. But they were certainly inspired by sex. Sex I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since Dean dropped me off at my apartment last night.
I blow the butterflies out of my belly as images of the weekend replay in my mind for the hundredth time. Seriously, I don’t know if it was because I haven’t had sex in so long, or because Dean and I were making good on our little tiff we had in the bathroom, but we went at it like rabbits the rest of our time in Aspen.
It was kind of insane.
It felt like Dean was on a mission to make good on his twenty-minute-dick promise, and I was making up for lost time. Who knows? But I sincerely hope there’s a repeat soon of whatever madness that was because I am already dreaming about round five. Or is it six? Does the Friday night masturbation session count?
A thousand times yes.
I grin as I top the batch of croinuts off with shavings of white chocolate to give it a bubbly champagne finish and then set them aside as Rachael approaches. “Girl, you need to be inspired more often. This flavor is one of your top three bests. Look at our croinut count!” She points at the back of the machine that gives us our printout so we know how many to make. “Zander looks stressed out making dough in the kitchen. It’s hilarious.”
“You should go help him,” I state while shifting to the next tray.
“Zander’s fine. You need to finish your Aspen story. What happened when you guys finally emerged from the bedroom?”
I sigh in merry remembrance and set down the frosting as she begins to plate the finished croinuts for the customers and glances at me excitedly. “Well, Dean was already out there with everyone because I’d passed out after we…well…ya know.”
“Oh, I know,” Rachael says, nodding with greedy eyes.
“And it was kind of embarrassing because all his friends clearly knew what we were doing since we bailed