For the past two days, Gage is all I’ve been able to think about. Actually, Gage’stongueis all I’ve been able to think about.
I still can’t believe I had the guts to do that. I think back to that moment two nights ago.
What about an ice cream body shot?
I blink and see Gage’s face. How his eyebrows lifted, how his mouth parted open, like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. And then I remember how his expression shifted from shock to determination. I remember how his angular jawline bulged as he bit down and swallowed.
I remember how quickly he answered me.
Let’s do it.
I must have called on some inner reserve of boldness I didn’t know I had when I said those seven words to Gage. If someone asked me if I would ever proposition Gage Grant to lick an ice cream body shot off my stomach, I would have cringed or laughed hysterically. I’ve never asked anyone in my life ever to do such a thing—not Ben, not any guy I’ve dated. To think I propositioned a hot TikTok star who I’ve known for just a couple of weeks to run his tongue along my stomach is mind-blowing, to say the least.
But I did. Because I wanted his mouth on my body. I wanted his tongue on me. And he seemed completely into it.
It was also because I felt safe with Gage. I felt safe enough to tell him about that humiliating moment when Ben broke up with me while I was naked, covered in whipped cream. And the way he responded blew me away. He was kind and supportive but also confused and upset on my behalf—and it was the most endearing thing ever, like he couldn’t believe my ex could have broken up with me. Like Ben was nuts to leave me.
Your ex is the biggest dipshit on the planet. He had you waiting at home for him in a whipped cream bikini, looking hot as fuck, and he blew it.
Gage’s words have been playing like a broken record in my mind these past couple of days. Yeah, maybe it’s shallow, but god, it felt good to hear Gage Grant call me hot as fuck, to defend me, to insult my cheating and lying ex.
My skin is hot as goosebumps flash all over my body. Just like I have ever since the night it happened, I let the moment replay in my mind again and again. The soft grunts that ripped from his throat when he leaned his face down to my bare midsection. The intensity of his eyes as he raked his gaze from my face all the way to my stomach. How he made sure I was okay with what we were doing.
How heavenly his hot, wet tongue felt on my skin.
How he lingered a second longer than he needed to, as if he was savoring the feel of my skin, the taste of me.
How we almost kissed.
My brain goes fuzzy, almost like it can barely process what almost happened between Gage and me.
We were definitely about to kiss. And if Gage’s brother hadn’t called him and asked to meet up, I wonder just how far that kiss would have gone…
Gage’s gloriously sexy tongue appears behind the darkness of my eyelids as I blink over and over. Between my legs, I start to pulse and ache. My knees start to shake.
Wowzers. If he can unravel me this much with a single swipe of his tongue on my stomach, I’d probably pass out if he ever made it between my—
“Bec!”
I yelp at the sound of Tori screeching my name.
“Damn. Where’d you go just now? I said your name, like, three times,” she says.
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about how great it is that business is picking up.”
“Mmmhmm. You sure it’s not something else distracting you? Like a hot, jacked TikTok star with a penchant for licking your tummy?”
I scoff. “He doesn’t have a penchant for licking my tummy. That was a one-time thing.”
Tori tilts her head at me and props her hand on her hip. “Come on, Bec. I haven’t pressed you because of how busy things have been at the shop, and I know focusing on that is your number one priority. But I can tell something’s up. You’ve been starry eyed with your cheeks flushed for the past couple of days—ever since you posted that video to TikTok. Is it solely because of the belly lick? Or did you two get up to more?”
She wags her eyebrow, and I roll my eyes. “It was just the belly lick.” I huff out a breath. “And um, we almost kissed.”
Tori gasps. “What? Oh my god, I want all the details!”
I tell her everything—how I opened up to Gage about my breakup, how hot it felt when he defended me, how the heat between us amped up and up and up when he licked the ice cream shot off my body, how I was dying to kiss him. How our lips were touching the moment his phone rang and interrupted us.
“Whoa,” Tori says in a breathy whisper. “Okay, yeah, you definitely were about to bone.”
