Chapter Thirty

“I want both of you to fuck me,” she told him.

“Anything,” he said immediately. She figured that he had been prepared for this for some time, ever since she had given him the night of his life with Jenna Tice.

Tracy reached over to the throbbing erection in his slacks and stroked it only twice. Her touch made him whimper like a puppy.

"Good," she said and pushed his hand off of her. "I think we'll both enjoy it."

Not a moment later, Gordon came back around the corner with a tart pan in his hand.

"Ready for dessert?" he asked, oblivious to what had just happened seconds before.

Tracy glanced over to Mr. Hayes. He nodded. "I’m ready."

If Gordon knew anything about what was going on, he showed no signs of it. Instead, he went right back to work slicing the fruit-studded pastry with a long, sharp knife.

"Finally, I made a Tahitian vanilla custard tart with seasonal fruits and almond whipped cream. I've been told it's better than sex.” He paused, watching her reaction.

Tracy licked her lip