Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Suddenly, nothing we have planned matters as I pull his erection out. My fingers stroke him slowly before I move down to inhale the tip. My mouth works quickly, his palm guiding the back of my head until his climax spills down my throat minutes later.
I pop up with an inkling of satisfaction and a promise to continue what we've started later.
"That's not fair," he says. "You get to taste me, and we don't have the time for me to eat you for breakfast."
"You can have me for dinner," I tell him with a grin.
"I'll hold you to that."
"Back to what I was saying, you can collaborate with the ice cream parlor. I have an idea. Creamy Christmas."
Dean practically chokes on his drink as he laughs. "I'm going to need more information."
"Well, it's not like I'm offering your cock and cream on the menu," I laugh with him.
"I'd hope not. I'm a one-woman kind of guy, and the only woman I want is standing in front of me, trying to tell me about an erotic idea—"
"Not erotic," I assure him. "Creamy Christmas Cakes, Cones, and Cocktails can be a popup event that brings together some of the businesses around town. We'll offer it to your followers as invite-only because everyone wants to be a part of something no one can get into."
Confusion settles across his thick, dark brown brows.
"It sounds complicated, but over the next few weeks, we'll build up the momentum to the crossover event. I'll make sure that Rye's posts align with yours, and once we tell everyone it's by invitation only or it's first come first serve with a max of two hundred servings, scarcity takes over."
"Ah, that I get. Do I have to do anything with my social media accounts?"
I grin and shake my head. "No. By paying for my services, you relinquish control to me. All posts will be approved by you, and we can even brainstorm a few together if you like."
"That works perfectly for me."
We leave his house, and over the next few weeks, Dean and I work together to bring my marketing campaign to life. We're able to grow his audience and increase business for multiple businesses, my youngest sister's ice cream shop included.
I'm beyond thankful that things finally fell into place. When I stroll into Sweet Treats a week before Christmas, there's a nip in the wintery air and a line out the door. It takes some convincing to let the customers know I have no intention of cutting the line, but eventually, I make my way toward the counter.
Dean's assistant baker, Dana, works alongside two other employees to serve everyone. When she sees me, she flashes me a smile before ushering me behind the counter and into the kitchen, where Dean puts the final touches on cupcake orders.
"What's the muffin of the day?" I ask with a grin.
"Rudolph's Coconut Rum," he replies with a piping bag of scorching red icing in his hand. "We have a gingerbread cookie ice cream sandwich, too. Tell Rye that the coconut rum gelato is a hit."
"Oh, she knows," I reply with a toothy smile spreading across my face. "We're officially sold out of the Creamy Christmas event seats. I actually have a meeting with the mayor to turn this thing into an annual festival for the town. City Hall wants me to run the advertising and marketing while being the liaison between city planning and businesses around town."
Dean drops his piping bag to wrap me in a hug. "Holy shit. That's great, Mackenna. I'm so happy for you."
"I couldn't have gotten this opportunity without you taking a chance on me and without Hank running out of the bar that night. I've been so busy with this campaign that I forgot to ask about your bartender search. How's that going?"
Dean leans down and kisses me. "You can do anything with the right people on your side, but this opportunity is one you created out of that brilliant mind of yours. People just need to see what you're capable of. As far as my bartender search goes, I'm guessing you haven't been back to On the Rocks lately?"
"Um, it's been about two weeks, but no. What happened?"
"Hank is back." He chuckles as he moves back to decorate his cupcakes.
"Really? When did that happen?"
"Last week. Apparently, after taxes, the jackpot basically wiped out their credit card debt and paid off their house, but bills are still coming in. Hank and Joe-Marie aren't the entrepreneur types, so he asked for his job back."
"That's a good thing, I guess. Right?"
Dean shrugs. "For us, it is. I don't have to interview any more people, and Hank gets to make a living doing what he loves without stressing over a mortgage. It feels like a win-win-win situation."
"What's the extra win for?"
He smirks and winks at me. "I won you."