Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Rider

awoke first the next morning. Gemma had turned around in the night and was now curled into his chest, with her leg thrown over his. Not wanting to wake her, he closed his eyes again and soaked in the moment. He thought he’d lost her the night before. As he stood at her bedroom door and begged for her to let him in, he thought it was over. Even after she’d let him in, he’d been afraid that he’d pushed her too hard. Laying in Gemma’s bed with her cuddled up to him was a dream come true.

His thoughts took him into the future, painting a picture of her in his bed. Then his mind drifted to the night before, when he’d noted every single method of accessibility in her home. Although it was crazy, he was already making plans to renovate his home. Though his shower would be easy for her to use he still needed a shower chair, and he might have to rethink his fluffy rugs.

He wanted her to feel comfortable, but at the same time didn’t want to seem overbearing. He promised her that he would go slow, and wanted to honour that.

She wiggled in his arms, her muscles stretching under his touch. Her eyes fluttered open and found his, a rosy blush forming on her cheeks.

“Good morning,” he greeted her.

“Hi there.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes, lips twitching into a smile. “I might need a bigger bed.”

“Gives me an excuse to hold you closer.”

Gemma dropped her hands into her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“I’m not. I meant what I said: I’ll be here for the good and the bad days.”

“I can’t promise I won’t push you away again. I mean, I want you and I enjoy the time we spend together. It’s just—”

“Hard,” he finished for her.

She nodded.

“I assure you, you won’t get rid of me that easily.”

“And I promise that I won’t be too big of a distraction during your season.”

“I might need the distraction after a bad game.”

“I’d like to be that for you.”

“Breakfast?”

“Sounds good. What do you usually do on your days off?”

“Lately?”

Another short bob of her head.

“Spend time with you.”

That made her smile and her eyes sparkle.

“I’ll make breakfast while you decide what you want to do. I still owe you a bookshop date.”

“Are you trying to seduce me? ”

He chuckled, propped himself up, and kissed her cheek. “Always.”

To give her some space, jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen. After looking through the fridge and cabinets, he decided to attempt pancakes. He pulled everything he needed and started adding the ingredients to the bowl. Quiet noises came from the bedroom as Gemma got ready and by the time he was plating up, she walked into the kitchen.

“I love pancakes,” she said with a smile.

“Good, let’s hope I didn’t mess them up.”

“I have some instant coffee, but not much else,” she told him, grabbing a carton of orange juice from the fridge.

“I promise I won’t turn into a grumpy monster without my caffeine.”

“If you’re willing to stop I’ll get you some coffee on the way to the bookstore.”

“Does that mean you’ll let me spoil you today?” he asked, masking the excitement in his voice as he carried their plates to the table.

“Only if we do something you’ll enjoy too.”

“I don’t think you’ll want me to drag you to the gym, or do you?”

“I wouldn’t mind watching on a snack break.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, needing a few moments to collect himself so he could eat. “We’ll better get you some snacks then.”

“Where do you usually work out?”

“Just at home.”

“You might not see me then. I still have to try out that fancy tub of yours.”

“Snacks and bath bombs it is.”

An hour and a half later, they walked into Gemma’s favourite bookstore. Naturally, she drifted off into the kids section before he gently nudged her towards the adult fantasy books. Every time she picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back, he asked her to read it out loud. When she liked it, she read the first page before deciding whether or not she wanted it.

Gemma seemed to love hardbacks, but after seeing the price, she replaced them with paperbacks. A few times, she eyed a collection of hardbacks with gorgeous sprayed edges, but kept putting them down. He made a mental note and snuck a picture when she wasn’t looking. continued to shadow her, always near, but never in a way that she would feel besieged.

Once all the books were scanned, Gemma gawked at the price. , however, didn’t bat an eye. He happily swiped his credit card. She was the first woman he’d dated in a long while, and he didn’t mind making her happy. He was confident that she wasn’t using him for his wealth.

“Thank you,” she whispered, hooking her arm into his while they walked to his truck.

“You are very welcome.” He added a kiss to her hair before helping her hop into her seat. “I thought we could stop by Lush so you can get some new bath bombs.”

Gemma cocked her head, confused. “I thought the trip to the bookstore was my treat.”

He took her hand, loving the way it fit perfectly in his, and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “It was. I just thought while we’re out we can make sure we have some in store in case you take me up on my offer.”

Gemma leaned in, softly kissing his forehead. “I do love you spoiling me.”

As they entered the store, he was nearly crushed by all the different smells. It was overwhelming. They found a few that she wanted to try lemon, lavender, and peach, and his heart soared when she took his hand as they waited at the register.

“Can we grab some lunch on the way back?” she asked. “I love the salad bar down the street.”

“Anything for you.”

“Don’t say that,” she laughed, “I might demand an endless supply of snacks and books.”

“I’m sure there are worse things.”

“You think? Books are quite expensive in this economy.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure.”

After Gemma insisted on paying for his lunch, drove them back to his place. Apparently, she hadn’t been joking when she said she wanted to see him work out. It was his usual cardio day, but he thought about adding some weight training just to show off.

Gemma had her hand in his and her head turned to the side, watching the traffic. “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” he agreed, lifting her hand to his lips. “How about you try that lavender bubble bath and relax a little?”

She looked at him, and the grin on her lips and the sparkles in her eyes was all the answer he needed.

About an hour later, he led her into his home and through to the master bath, thanking his lucky stars that he’d cleaned it recently. Otherwise, she would’ve been faced with his dirty underwear all over the floor. He grabbed some towels from the linen closet and laid them on the counter.

“Let me grab you a stool,” he said. He left the room, but not without noticing her curious glance around the space.

When he returned, Gemma was already filling the tub. “Does that mean I’m missing your workout?”

“I assure you there will be plenty more workouts you’ll be able to creep in on.” He kissed the top of her head, then left her to enjoy her bath.

Having her in his house—hopefully making her feel right at home—made him feel warm and fuzzy. He started on the treadmill, then lifted some weights before returning to the master, sweat dripping down his body. It was quiet so he gently knocked on the bathroom door.

“You okay in there?”

A soft giggle answered him. “I think I overdid it with the bubbles.”

Now, that he needed to see. cracked the door, waiting for her to protest. When she didn’t, he poked his head inside. The bathtub was overflowing, her head sticking out of a sea of bubbles. “Maybe a little,” he laughed.

“You look like you need a shower.”

“Is that your way of saying I stink.”

“You said it, not me,” she teased in return, crunching her nose playfully.

“Do you mind?” he asked, indicating the shower stall behind her.

Gemma grinned, eyes raking over his body and that gorgeous hue tinting her cheeks. “No.”

didn’t miss an opportunity to kiss her on the head as he walked past her. He stripped out of view so she didn’t get uncomfortable. He was just glad they could be this intimate without it feeling awkward—or so he hoped. As the hot water soothed his aching muscles, he stole a few glances at Gemma. She’d rolled up a towel, using it as a makeshift pillow. After he’d scrubbed himself clean, he wrapped a towel around his waist and knelt behind her, slipping his hands into the hot, bubbly water to find her shoulders. Her pleased hum resonated through his whole body as he kneaded his thumbs into her neck.

Then she tipped her head up to him and surprised him. “Want to join?”

He crooked his eyebrows. “You want me to join?”

“If you want to. It’s just an offer.”

’s heart fluttered and his stomach flipped. “One I would love to take.”

waited for her to move, then dropped the towel and slipped into the bath behind her. The second he was settled she leaned back against him, resting on his chest. He propped his head up on one hand, the other wrapping around her shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“For what, beautiful?”

“Honestly? Everything. You’re patient and sweet. And I feel like I don’t have to worry about anything around you.”

He nuzzled behind her ear. “It feels good being with you too. I treasure the trust you’ve shown me. I just hope that you don’t run away once you see my bad side.”

“You’ve seen my worst. You haven’t run for the hills yet.”

“And I won’t.”

He held her tight against him, careful not to let the intimacy they shared drift into anything sexual. Although he longed to worship her body, he didn’t want to crush everything they’d built. He had his eyes closed, his nose nuzzled behind her ear, and soaked in the feeling of her skin on his. This felt good. In that moment, he knew he’d never be able to go back to the life he had before her. The sudden vulnerability frightened him. What if he truly fucked up at some point? knew his own insecurities far too well, plus he still didn’t know how to engage in a conversation about her disability. Was that even appropriate to say? He didn’t necessarily see her as disabled. Or maybe he was simply blind to her struggle and she too good to mask it.

Before he could sink deeper into the dark spiral of his thoughts, Gemma lifted a hand out of the water and inspected her wrinkled fingertips. “I think it’s time to get out. I already look like an old lady.”

“Would you like me to leave first?”

“That is very sweet of you.” She took her time to think about her answer but then shook her head. “But no. I feel comfortable around you.”

She pulled herself up, and her gorgeous ass was now at eye level. Holding the rim, she reached out with her other hand to pull the stool closer. She’d added a towel over it and swiftly planted her fine ass on it. He couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous figure as she lifted her legs out of the tub. She was perfect. But before he could take in all her details, she had a towel wrapped around herself.

“You look stunning.” His voice shook with the effort it took to contain his pleasure.

She threw a red-faced grin over her shoulder before hiding herself from view again. “Thank you.”

He stood and leaned to grab a towel. The sound of the water sloshing pulled Gemma’s attention back to him. She let her eyes travel from his thighs, over his dick—where they lingered; he’d bet on it—over his stomach to his chest. threw the towel around him to hide his rapidly growing erection and stepped out of the tub—perhaps a little too quickly, nearly slipping on the tile before he corrected himself.

“You look very handsome.”

Now it was his turn to blush. “Thank you.”

moved past her to exit the bathroom, but her hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks. His gaze drifted to her hand holding him before he fully turned to her and saw the unsure look in her eyes. Gemma worried her bottom lip, reaching for his waist and tugging the towel away from his skin.

He stood, frozen, time seeming to slow as the towel dropped to the floor. “Gemma,” he pulled her name into a long groan, gripping her chin to tilt her gaze to his.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered breathlessly.

He shook his head and let his fingers tickle over her jawline and into her hair. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I’m ready.”

took in a sharp breath at the sensation of her delicate fingers wrapping around his now fully hard shaft.

“You’ve never made me feel pressured,” she clarified with a tone so soft and loving that it made his every hair stand on end. “I’ve always felt safe around you.”

He latched onto a fistful of her hair, desperate to have something to hold onto. Her other hand still held his wrist, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing his skin. Gemma’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, and his eyes tracked the movement. Then his heart sped when she started to lean closer. He nearly blew on the spot as she lapped at his slit. He twitched and groaned as she slowly explored his cockhead, her tongue flattening against him.

“Gemma,” he breathed, knees buckling and forcing him to tighten his grip in her hair.

Her hesitant fingers wrapped around his base as her head tilted up and her worried eyes found his. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“I love it,” he reassured his hand cupping her cheek, and guiding her back down. “You’re doing so well.”

Gemma latched on once more, sealing her mouth around his cock. His entire body quivered, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. His balls were already drawn up tight, his climax much closer than he’d prefer.

“You feel so good,” he coaxed, using his thumb to relax her jaw.

Gemma stroked his cock, meeting her lips to slick up what she couldn’t reach. He twitched and felt precum drip onto her tongue. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw her throat bounce as she swallowed it down.

Gemma took her time, easing herself into it. Her tongue slithered around him, exploring him, while making his cock jerk in her mouth. She felt like heaven, and he was drowning in the electricity shooting through his veins.

She pulled back, seeking his approval. Her lips never left his dick.

“Just like that, beautiful,” he encouraged.

She bobbed forward again, faster this time. She hummed, making his shaft vibrate. With a swallow, ’s cock met the back of her throat and that ominous tingle started at the base of his spine.

“Shit,” he hissed, pulling her away by her hair. Then he saw her scared eyes and quickly loosened his grip and stroked her cheek. “It was too good,” he whispered in a soothing tone. “You’ll make me come.”

A mischievous spark flickered across Gemma’s eyes—right before she swallowed him down again. His balls tightened and with another thrust and a swirl of her tongue, he came, spilling down her throat and struggling to stay upright as she swallowed every drop. The sucking only milked more out of him, his orgasm burning all the way through his body.

“Fuck, Gemma, you’re amazing.”

She bit her lip, sitting back and catching her breath. Her hands now rested in her lap, looking so innocent and sweet—as if she hadn’t just sucked the life out of him through his cock.

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”