“Pumpkin, come here, you furry little fucker,” Finn yells, and I look over to see Pumpkin trotting into the room. He looks like he is trying to disguise how irritated he is, but I barely notice it. What I notice is that they have put him in a tiny cat suit with a tiny top hat. He pads his feet softly on the floor of the nightclub until he gets to me. I turn so that he can hop on my lap, and he immediately complies.
“You guuuuys,” I whine, barely suppressing my sobs. I should be cute crying right now, but instead, I know my nose must be running. I drag the back of my hand against my nose, hopefully inconspicuously, then squeeze Pumpkin’s little face in my hands and rub behind his ears. As I stare at his cute little face, I notice something sparkly hanging from his collar.
An engagement ring.
I suppose this is the part where I give you my blessing, Pumpkin murmurs inside my head. Rose, I want nothing more than for you to be happy. It seems they make you happy, and only for that would I put on this monkey suit. Only for you.
Another soft sob leaves my lips as I remove the ring from his collar, then turn to look at my men. Dean, Finn, and Seb all stare at me from the floor as they each kneel down on one knee in front of me.
“Will you marry me?” Dean asks, looking me straight in the eyes.
My eyes move to Seb, who grabs my hand before asking, “Will you be my wife?”
Then Finn quirks a brow at me teasingly. “Ready to be Mrs. Whitaker, forever?” he asks with a sexy side smile.
“Yes,” I say, without a second thought. “I want nothing more than to be yours forever.”
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Sapphire: Two Scoops of Trouble by Eva Delaney
*Please note that the following chapter may contain spoilers if you haven’t read the Jewels Cafe books Sapphire*
Sapphire (Jewels Cafe Book 2)
Sapphire: Two Scoops of Trouble (Jewels Cafe book 16)
Sapphire: Two Scoops of Trouble by Eva Delaney
“Make love to that ice cream…with your mouth,” I said and leaned over the camerawoman’s shoulder to peer at her screen.
Wim stood against a green screen in nothing but a thong with the Flying Horse Ice Cream logo on his bulge. He held an ice cream cone that he sexily licked and sexily sucked. Every flick of Wim’s tongue reminded me of the many times he flicked it on my…lower ice cream bar. Why not call it that? All my skin was as cold as death, anyway.
“Is this what the female gaze is?” I said to the camerawoman.
“Oh yeah,” she said.
“No wonder men like their version of it.”
I stepped back to watch Wim without the camera between us. Tattoos of nighttime forests covered his forearms. His green eyes winked at me. I let my gaze trail down his pecs and abs to his bulge.
I was building a motherfucking empire on thirsty ice cream ads.
“Are you sure this is going to help Ford’s ice cream factory?” Wim asked.
It might not, but it was certainly helping me. “Huh? What?” I said, staring at his abs.
Wim whistled, a loud shrill sound like an alarm clock. “Wake up, Fire, get your mind out of my tiny thong.”
I sighed and dragged my gaze to Wim’s face. “What makes people want ice cream?”
“Low blood sugar.”
“Feeling hot. We get everyone worked up, they’ll buy ice cream,” I said.
He gave me a skeptical look.
“My first campaign worked well. Didn’t it, Ford?” I said.
He perched on a cooler with a laptop on his thighs. His velvet green coat and bow tie were as neat as usual. “The first ice cream ads were an astounding success. Now, instead of Flying Horse being the factory with a murder victim, it’s the factory with naked men…and a murder victim.”
“You see?” I said to Wim. “It’s working. Now, we’re notorious for dongs.”
“Not notorious, Sapphire,” Ford said. “We want positive coverage, remember?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll make this arty…Wim, hold still while I drip French Vanilla on your abs.” I flipped open a green cooler and pulled out a carton of ice cream.
“I’d like to french your vanilla.” Wim grinned.
Despite his nudity, his forest green eyes held all my attention as I crossed the room to stand toe-to-toe with him. Our lips were almost touching.
“Be careful with that dirty mouth,” I said. “I’m your boss today.”
“Then I better call HR, because you’re being naughty with me,” Wim said.
“Sapphire,” Ford added with a note of warning in his voice. “Keep this clean and appropriate. It is a workplace.”
“This is the horniest shoot I’ve ever been on,” the camerawoman said behind me. “And I film actual porn.”
I turned to her. “Oh, yeah? What movies did you work on?”
She dropped her voice and leaned toward me. “The Avengers: Cumgame. Star Wars: The Rise of Cock--”
“I saw that one. The dick cinematography was fabulous.”
She stood up straighter. “Thank you. It wasn’t easy getting those shots. I needed a micro-camera—”
“Hehehe,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s for close-ups, not tiny things.”
I shrugged and chuckled as I turned to my model. I scooped ice cream with my fingers and dripped it onto Wim’s abs and chests. I stood back to admire my work.
“There! Now people will think about licking Flying Horse Ice Cream. Also, it’s arty.”
“It looks like someone came all over my chest,” Wim said.
“Even better!”
Wim sighed. “You’re going to get me banned from Instagram.”
“That’s the goal! Then you’ll have to be
my house husband.” At that thought, my heart fluttered like a bird trapped in my chest. It was still strange to feel it beating after two decades of undead stillness.
“Saph?” Bob said behind me.
“Not now, Bob, I’m staring at a naked dude.”
“I have questions about this script.”
I turned to him. Despite the warmth in the studio, he still wore his favorite jean jacket. He clutched a tablet so tightly that his knuckles paled. It showed Fara’s script for a video ad. I had jotted down ideas and hired my co-worker from the castle gift shop to write up something proper: The Dance of the Sugar Plum Ice Cream.
“Do I have to dance?” he said.
“If you don’t want to do it, you can be one of the thong guys instead.”
Bob glanced past me at Wim. His clear blue eyes widened as though he had never seen a man wearing only ice cream and Pegasi on his dick before.
“I’ve got to get some ice cream on his ass,” I muttered.
“Saph—”
“Not now, Bob. Hmmm…maybe we need to hire someone to lick them…”
“I’ve never danced on camera before…or in front of anyone besides the teacher and other students.” Bob’s voice dropped to a whisper, edged with fear.
That broke through my horny, horny gaze. I met his eyes that were as wide as skies above the ocean. I hadn’t seen him dance yet—he only practiced in private and at his classes. But it didn’t matter if he was good or not. If he was lovely and graceful, we’d get attention for his skill dancing while dressed as an ice cream cone. If he sucked, we’d get attention from people laughing. Win-win.
Well, maybe not for Bob if he felt bad about it.
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