“Hmm.” He quirks an eyebrow, his expression teasing. “Dessert, flirt, repeat. Sounds like a winning formula.”
I kiss him. “It really is.”
Epilogue
6months later
BECCA
“What do you think about this? Too sexy?” Gage asks, his eyebrow quirked.
He shimmies his hips, and a dollop of whipped cream floats from his crotch to the floor. I burst out laughing.
I step over to him and press a kiss to his lips, careful not to get whipped cream on my clothes. “You are the perfect amount of sexy. Always.”
He flashes that devastatingly gorgeous smile that’s my kryptonite. Then he steps back, holds his arms up at his sides, and spins around. “You sure about that?”
“Positive. Despite the ridiculousness of your whipped cream bikini, you’re still hot as hell.”
His burnt sienna eyes go fiery, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy half-smile. “I love it when you swear, angel.”
That familiar heat flashes all over my body at my boyfriend’s pet name for me. He leans forward and dusts a kiss on my lips. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have my way with you right now on the floor of your ice cream shop, and we’ll never get around to filming this TikTok video.”
My clit pulses at just the thought. We totally could. It’s evening, Sweet Cheeks is closed, all the doors are locked, and the street we’re on is completely empty.
Against every urge in my body to ravage Gage, I step back. “Let’s get this filmed first. I promised Sweet Cheeks’ followers something big, and I need to deliver.”
“Big, huh?” Gage smirks down between his legs. I give him a playful shove on the shoulder.
The past several months have been a whirlwind. Almost nine months ago, my life was a disaster. I was fresh off a breakup and on the verge of losing my business. But one drunken DM changed all that. I have a hot and supportive boyfriend who is about to move in with me. Sweet Cheeks is thriving. Business has been booming, thanks to all the sexy videos Gage and I have been filming and posting on Sweet Cheeks’ TikTok. Every day I sell out of all the ice cream flavors in the display case. Even now with winter in full swing, customers still line up out the door every day to buy my ice cream. I’ve had to hire a couple more employees to take care of all the online orders. And my ice cream is a staple on the dessert menus at Gage’s dad’s restaurants Avec and Seb’on.
Gage smiles at me, and it feels like fireworks exploding in my chest. I never thought life could be this good, that I could be this happy.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod, then hit record on his phone, which is set up on his tripod.
“You sure this isn’t going to scare off Sweet Cheeks’ loyal TikTok following?” he teases.
I shake my head. “No way. They’re gonna love this.”
Sweet Cheeks just hit eight hundred thousand TikTok followers yesterday, and I want to do something fun to celebrate. I pitched the idea of having Gage decked out in a whipped cream bikini, and because he’s such a good sport—and because he loves me—he agreed.
I turn to the camera and grin before leaning my face down to his chest. His pecs are covered in small mounds of whipped cream. I lick off a tiny bit of the whipped cream covering his left pec, then peer down between his legs, where a generous mound of whipped cream rests. Gage’s naughty bits are out of frame, but that doesn’t stop me from looking back at the camera and winking. I stand up straight and smile at Gage, who’s flashing his signature scowl. A beat later, he does something he’s never done in any of his TikTok videos or Sweet Cheeks’ videos. He smiles—at me.
We kiss, careful to keep it lips only to avoid violating any content guidelines. We know we’re already pushing it with the implied nudity.
I step out of the shot and stop recording. While Gage cleans himself up, I upload the video to Sweet Cheeks’ TikTok and type out the caption I’ve been planning all day.
TFW you’re the only one he smiles for ;) #aww #bestfeeling #truelove #lovebirds #sweetcheeks #badboy #goodgirl
I pick a sexy slow jam to play over the video and post it. When I turn to show the video to Gage, he’s standing naked in front of me.
“Aren’t you cold?” I ask as I press up against him.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
In one smooth motion, he hauls me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, slink my arms around his neck, and lightly bite his bottom lip before kissing him.
