Page 10 of Little Treat

He took the hand I wasn’t squeezing the snowball with. “Then let me go ahead and make sure you get some chocolate. I might’ve already made you up a box of truffles too,” he said, and as he turned around to lead the way back to his family’s chocolate shop, I slipped the snowball down the back of his sweater. I was surprised he wasn’t already freezing since he wasn’t in a proper winter coat.

It didn’t bother him, he just wiggled and it dropped right out. “Did you even feel that?” I asked.

“I’ve got like three layers on,” he giggled. “You’ll have to do better next time,Daddy.” This time he whispered and winked at me. I didn’t know who was the one in charge right now, but I was supposed to be the Daddy. I was supposed to be running the show... right?

In the past, I’d dealt with pillow princesses, and some actual princess play, but Jamie was feisty, bratty, and then filled with a soft core, and I wanted to fill it up. Maybe the reason my other flings didn’t work had nothing to do with me being a gay coach for a hockey team, and was more about the play not stimulating me enough.

“Snowflake Springs has a magic about it,” Jamie said as we walked into the chocolate shop.

He wasn’t kidding. The lights, even in the day, were mesmerizing, as if hypnotizing you to be happy. I didn’t mind it—the stress relief was needed. “Magic?” I asked. “Is it the type of magic that stops me from gaining a whole bunch of weight from all these chocolates?”

Inside the shop, Jamie walked me to an empty area, away from the demonstration happening and all the people watching. “I’m pretty sure vacation calories don’t count,” he said. “Although, gotta tell you, not actually someone who knows if that’s real, so don’t sue.”

“How about I just shut my big mouth and try your chocolates?” I said, letting myself just stop the overthinking, the need to know every minute molecule going on inside me—and yeah, I’d even checked the lube last night.

Jamie leaned across the counter. “You know the magic word to get me toopen up,” he said.

In close to him, our words were just for the two of us. “Good boy,” I said.

And out from under the counter, a fancy, plush, purple-velvet box appeared. “I actually wanted to thank you for the nice time I had last night,” he said. “And... I already got my annoyance out with that snowball earlier.”

“Understood,” I said with a solemn nod. “Thank you.”

Jamie made a big deal about the box, which was endearing. It was wrapped with a ribbon, which he slowly pulled free. “The nice thing, of course, is me putting this collection together for you, but I’m obviously not going to make you pay for it. Even if you are loaded.”

“Name the price,” I said.

We stared at each other, the warmth of our breaths tickling each other’s face. His cheeks were still pinched red, and I wanted to kiss them as if they were his ass cheeks I’d given plenty of attention last night.

“One kiss,” he said.

There were more eyes in here and people directly around us. “Do I get a receipt with it?” I asked.

“What do you need another receipt for? I’ve already given you my number.”

And I kissed him, right then and there.

Right as someone called to him.

He pulled away, blushing and pushing the curls up out of his face. “Oops,” he said. “I’ll be right there, Mom.”

I didn’t dare turn. We seemed to be speeding through things, in reverse maybe. First sex, second meeting the parents, third... a date? I’d actually like a date.

6. JAMIE

My mom saw the kiss. I wasn’t concerned about me, I’d kissed guys in here before, but Logan was different. Logan was not only Daddy material, he was probably going to be recognized by my father, and that could be an issue.

“Is this one going to stick?” my mom asked.

The chocolate shop had counters with a curve, and she was tucked away inside one of the inward curves, polishing the glass after all the people had been leaning against it to watch the demonstration.

“I don’t know yet,” I said, walking to the inside of the counter to get to her.

Logan was still turned around, as if he’d frozen on the spot, with the exception of his fingers going through the box of chocolates. I knew I’d put him in the sticky situation of being around my family when the kiss came, but in my defense, his lips were puckered and he should’ve been making the move if he wanted to keep being my Daddy.

My mom cocked a hand on her hip and smiled. “What have I told you?” she asked in a whisper. “I know you say you can’t help it, but—”

“I can sleep with whoever I want, Mom.”