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  “Now. How about you clean up that frosting?” I ask. “Put it on your finger for me, Eastlyn,” I command, and she complies. She’s about to bring her index finger up to her own mouth, but I stop her again. “No, baby. I want a little taste. Rub it on your tits, put it on those delicious nipples for me,” I say, opening the shirt up, fully exposing both of her gorgeous tits. Watching her readying herself for me is extremely hot. “Are you wet for me now, Eastlyn?”

  “God, yes,” she says, circling her nipples, coating them in white frosting, her voice a little unsteady. A few blue and yellow sprinkles peek out from the mix, begging my mouth to taste them. My lips descend, blowing warm breath first on one breast then the other. Alternating, I take each one in my mouth and swirl my tongue over each bud, lapping up the candy, then use it’s hard texture and the tip of my tongue to roll the sweet pieces over each nipple, driving her wild with the smooth and rough texture the Whirlwind creates. I lick her clean. I swear she’s about to come, but then she shifts her weight, drops to her knees, and pulls my black gym shorts down, springing my hard-as-nails cock free.

  “Now, Mr. Graves, let’s say it’s my turn.” She looks up at me, darting her tongue over the head of my cock, tasting the bit of noticeable pre-come. “Mmm, you taste so good already, but I’d like my cake a little bit sweeter,” she shrugs, before reaching up to dip her hand in the bowl of frosting then bringing it back down, covering my length in it. As she slides her hand up and down my shaft, I groan as I watch her spreading the frosting, coating me in the sticky sweet goodness of the Whirlwind, the tiny sprinkles adding to the incredible sensation. “Jesus, that feels so good,” I sigh.

  “Just imagine how good it will taste,” she says, taking in her handiwork with a sexy-ass grin.

  “Why don’t you stick it in your mouth and find out?” I huff, on the cusp of losing my goddamn mind. Eastlyn Hatfield on her knees with those fucking tits on display—and her all ready and willing to suck my cock—is a sight, in and of itself. Add in her sassy little moans, the ones I know she’ll make when she’s deep throating me, and I already know she’ll have me going off like a lit firework in no time.

  But rather than taking me into her mouth like I suggest, she starts softly, kissing the head with those supple lips of hers, making simple circles over and over again, sampling her frosted creation as she finally sucks the tip of my cock while cupping my balls in her sticky hands. I move forward, wanting more, but I know she won’t give me what I want, not just yet.

  Moving down to the base of my cock, she uses her lips to squeeze and caress along my length, lapping the frosting as she goes from base to tip with her tongue. Frosting coats her mouth and chin as she becomes more determined in her movements. It’s fucking hot, and I reach down, pulling at her nipple, needing to feel her.

  “So good. Mmm…you taste like heaven,” she tells me, glancing at me, then licks the tip and wraps her mouth around my swollen head. With one hand on my shaft and the other still cupping my balls, she begins to deep throat me, in and out, swirling her tongue, moving the sprinkles which feel like champagne bubbles popping up and down my length, massaging my cock with her mouth as her hand jerks me up and down. Leaning forward, I grip the countertop to support myself as I feel my knees going weak. She hollows her cheeks, taking me in further and deeper, sucking me off until I feel the head bumping into the back of her throat.

  “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Yeah, suck it. God, just like that.” Instinctively, my hands move off the counter to grab the back of her head, helping to move her the way I need to get myself there. Gripping my ass in her palms, Eastlyn bobs me in and out a few more times before taking me back in all the way, then pausing before applying the perfect amount of suction with her mouth.

  “Oh shit, I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to fucking come,” I holler, and I feel her wrapping her hand around my length as she continues to suck me off—until I can’t take it anymore and I explode on a shudder, releasing myself down her throat.

  “Holy shit…that was amazing,” I growl, reaching down and helping her to stand.

  “I don’t call it the Whirlwind for nothing,” she giggles, wiping the sleeve of the shirt she’s now barely wearing across her mouth in an exaggerated motion.

  “Can’t say I blame Mr. Whittaker for being willing to risk his health. That shit really is incredible,” I say, leaning down and licking one last bit of vanilla frosting she had missed from the corner of her mouth. “So fucking good, baby. I want inside you.” I grab her ass and pull her in close.

  “Nope. You’re going to have to wait,” she says, looking at the clock. “We both need a shower now and I have to finish this or else we’re going to be late, as usual.” She gives me a look, seeing as this isn’t the first time we’ve been late recently.

  “Not my fault you can’t keep your hands off of me,” I say. I swat her ass before taking the stool across from her and watch—still a little bit in awe—as she washes her hands and finishes frosting Mr. Whittaker’s mop cake.

  The knowledge that I’ll be eating any leftovers off her sexy ass later tonight is enough to tide me over. Especially when I see her give me a sexy smirk when putting a small container of extra frosting in the fridge.

  Fuck me, my Sprinkles is such a great enabler for my new habit: her.

  They Said

  “I know they say there are a lot of fish in the sea, but you’re my Nemo.”

  —Anonymous

  McCoy

  “McCoy, Mrs. Moretti is here to see you. May I send her in?” Bev asks on the other end of the line. Hmm. A superintendent visiting on the last day of school. Not so sure this is a good thing.

  “Yes, thank you, Bev. Please send her in.” I go to meet her at my office door.

  “Bella,” I smile, extending my hand as she crosses the threshold.

  “McCoy. Good to see you. I wanted to stop by to wish you a good summer and have a little chat. Can we sit?”

  “Of course. Please come in.” I gesture towards the small conference table.

  “Any big plans for the summer?” she asks, making small talk as she sits and crosses her legs. Eastlyn pops into my mind at her question, but I say nothing. I do have huge plans for her and me, but they’re a little too R-rated to share with my boss. Mrs. Moretti is dressed down today, as am I (I figured since it’s the last day of the school year I could get away with a short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts).

  “Nothing major. Spending time on my boat and hanging out with family and friends. You?” I ask, taking the seat across from her.

  “Same. Sam’s got us booked up in Bancroft for a week in late-July, but other than that I’ll just be golfing and relaxing with the family.”

  “Sounds about right,” I laugh.

  “Anyway, I won’t keep you, Coy. I just wanted to tell you that you’ve done a good job your first year here at Westwood. The school’s scores are way up, especially in reading, and that’s what we needed to see. And the staff are happy with you at the helm; I’ve heard nothing but praise.”

  “Thank you. I know the staff worked really hard to get those results. They’re a dedicated bunch. I’m lucky to be here,” I tell her honestly.

  “I did want to mention one thing, though. I received a call from one of the parents—a Neil Foley? Apparently, his son attends here and is in Ms. Hatfield’s class.” She eyes me, and I know exactly where this is going. Neil Foley, that son of a bitch. I knew he’d try to escalate this shit. I can only imagine what he’d had to say.

  “I figured you might hear from him.” I shake my head, feeling my nerves kicking in. “He’s been harassing Eastlyn for the better part of the year, hence the trespassing order we issued in December. The guy’s pretty obsessed, if I can speak frankly.”

  I’m fairly confident Eastlyn and I have done all the right things, but I won’t feel at ease until Bella tells me we’re all good.

  “Yes, I got the impression of a lover scorned from the way he went on. But it seems he think
s you’ve used your position as principal to put Ms. Hatfield in a compromising one. He says you two are together, and he wants you removed for abuse of power,” Bella says flatly, and I feel my fists clench of their own volition. I knew I should have dealt with him my way. My only hope here is the knowledge that Eastlyn and I had beat Foley to the punch when she accepted the consulting job. And the fact that Bella knows me better than this; she’s known Eastlyn and me both for years. Christ, she and her husband are friends of Dave and Katie Hatfield. She knows I’d never force Eastlyn to do anything she didn’t want to do.

  “Look, Bel—” I start to defend myself, but she raises her hand, effectively cutting me off.

  “Funny thing was, though, I told him he’d been misinformed. Told him that you and Ms. Hatfield had been on an even playing field for years,” she chuckles. “I went off the record, of course, and told him frankly that it was about damn time you kids sorted yourselves out. I then went back on the record and in great detail and length explained how—seeing as she’s no longer going to be your direct subordinate—there’s nothing I could do, and I stressed that I didn’t see any reason why I’d need to pursue this issue. Which I didn’t. And since I’ve had nothing but positive feedback about you here in this role, I assured him I didn’t see any reasons for concern before thanking him for his call.”

  “Thank you,” I say, letting out the breath I’d been holding in, both out of nervousness and to help contain my anger at the nerve of that asshole.

  “Good thing Eastlyn decided to take that consultant job. Timing is everything,” Bella says. “I might have had to play the bad guy, and we both know how I hate that.” She pats my shoulder as she stands to go.

  “I appreciate it, Bella. Eastlyn and I both knew what was at stake and made sure we did what we needed to,” I say.

  “Have a good summer, Coy. Congrats on a great year, and give my best to Eastlyn.”

  “Thanks, Bella. You too. Appreciate the vote of confidence.”

  Stopping at the door, she turns and gives me a sly smile. “I wouldn’t have placed you here at Westwood if I didn’t think you’d be the right fit. I knew it was a good idea.”

  Thank fuck that’s over. I run my hand over my face. And, Jesus, she’s as bad as Katie.

  I need to see Eastlyn.

  *

  It’s hard to believe that the school year has come to a close, and it’s a bittersweet feeling as I walk down the now-empty hallway towards Eastlyn’s classroom for the last time. As with March Break, I’m usually excited for the last day with the students, having waved goodbye to them as their busses pulled away, signalling two months of freedom. Today, however, I find myself wishing that I could hold on to the day just a little longer. Funny how the right woman can change even the smallest things.

  Eastlyn leaving her job here wasn’t an easy decision, truth be told. Up until she saw the IT consultant posting—which she thought seemed like the perfect fit for her—I had been the one who was going to put in for a transfer. I had no issues being the one to make the move so we could be together without worrying about assholes like Neil Foley undermining us and making accusations.

  There is one thing I’m excited about, though, in all of this—the surprise I have for Eastlyn tonight after our year-end staff party. I’ve been stressed all day, hoping I can pull it off and make it a day she’ll remember. I’m also somewhat nervous about how she’ll react when I admit I’ve been holding on to an important piece of her for a while now.

  “Hey, baby,” I greet her, walking into her near-empty classroom, all of her personal belongings packed away into boxes and totes.

  “Hi, yourself, handsome. Why the long face?” she asks, giving me a concerned look. “You should be happy. It’s freedom time, baby!” She walks towards me shimmying her shoulders, then plop! She lands right at my feet, having tripped over one of the many Rubbermaid containers scattered around the room.

  Helping her to stand, I pull her close as she giggles and calls herself a klutz.

  “This is exactly what’s wrong,” I say into the top of her head, giving it a kiss. “I’m going to miss having you falling at my feet.” I hold her close, loving how she fits me so damn perfectly.

  “Ha, I’m sure you will. Damn things are always jumping out at me, I swear.” She pulls back, giving me a shy smile.

  “Could just be those two left feet?”

  “Could just be that you make my knees wobble?”

  “Oh, I like that better,” I tell her, because I really do. Knowing I affect her the way she does me is an indescribable feeling, one I hope works out in my favour when I get her alone at my place tonight.

  “Well, it’s the truth. Even when you’re a jerk, I like it” she laughs, pulling me in and kissing me.

  “What can I do to help?” I ask, moving her under my arm at my side.

  “I’ve got everything pretty much packed. Maybe we can get the flatbed cart and start loading the car?”

  “Sounds good.” I start to make a move when Kami comes in.

  “Well, look who we have here: the man responsible for this bullshit.” She waves her hands around the room. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me for good, Eastlyn,” Kami pouts, pushing out her bottom lip and everything. “I blame you!” She scowls at me.

  “Oh brother, it’s not like you won’t still see each other every day.” I roll my eyes.

  “You may be my boss, mister, but we’re officially no longer on the same team. You two just had to go and finally admit all your feelings and shit, eh?” She pretends to be mad, but the smile pulling at the corner of her mouth gives her away.

  “We sure as hell did. Do you see how hot my girl is? How good we look together? How happy we are?” I chuckle, kissing Eastlyn’s cheek before I start walking out to find the cart so I can help move this shit ton of boxes.

  “Yeah, yeah, I see it all right,” said Kami. “The whole world sees it. You still suck.”

  Laughing, I stack a few boxes out of the way before I go. “Wouldn’t want these guys to up and attack you while I’m gone,” I wink, giving Eastlyn a kiss on the cheek.

  “Har, har.”

  “I’ll let you two be,” I say. “Get your anger out now, Kami. I’m not listening to you bitch all through dinner about how I ruined your life.” I ruffle her hair as I walk by.

  “Hey, you’re just lucky…” she calls.

  “I am,” I agree, looking past her to Eastlyn.

  “…lucky you make her happy.” Kami smiles, nodding her head. I know she’ll adjust to the change.

  Now, to pray that Eastlyn will let me make her the happiest.

  Eastlyn

  “To summer!” We raise our glasses.

  “I can’t believe we made it through another year unscathed,” Kami says, as we clink our wineglasses in the middle of the table. “Well, almost…” She looks over at me with sad eyes. “We’re gonna miss you around the school, kid.”

  “We sure the heck are,” Bev says. “Luckily Mr. Graves turned out to be pretty awesome to work for and worth a little job change, eh?” she says, winking at me.

  “Truth.” I raise my last bit of wine, drinking it down with a laugh.

  “We’re going to miss seeing you every day, and trying to catch you and the boss in action,” Marcy chimes in, howling.

  “And that’s why I’m outta here.” I raise my glass again, and they laugh louder.

  “Are you sure you can’t stay with us tonight?” Marcy asks, and I feel guilty for a fraction of a second until I remember all of Coy’s filthy promises, the ones he made to me before leaving us all here a few hours ago. He had excused himself, saying he was meeting friends of his for a drink, too. But I knew he just didn’t want his staff to feel they couldn’t let loose with their boss around.

  “Sorry. Rain check. I have a hot date that I can’t miss. But you guys know we’ll still see each other all the time,” I say, standing and placing a stack of bills on the table.

  “Shit,” Kami says,
looking at her phone, “I have to go, too. I didn’t realize the time.”

  “Not you too, Kam?” Bev whines.

  “Yeah, my ride’s here.” Kami eyes me as we wave goodbye to our colleagues and make our way to the front.

  “Hey. You and your mystery driver heading my way?” I ask jokingly, fully prepared to take a cab like I’d planned. I’d only ended up having two glasses of wine, but I know how we ladies can be sometimes when we get together so I’d planned ahead, despite Coy offering to come back and get me a hundred times before he finally left.

  “Sure. I don’t think he’ll mind,” Kami says, giving me a guilty smile, and that’s when I see my brother’s Jeep as it pulls up right in front of us.

  “You’re such a shit,” I say, and she shrugs, a nervous smile on her pretty face. “We will be discussing this, Kamalot,” I scold, before climbing up and greeting my brother with a kiss to the cheek and a quiet threat of injury if this—whatever this is that’s going on between them—goes for shit because of him. Then I smile brightly, taking my seat in the back and letting Kami in.

  *

  Slipping through the unlocked door Coy had left open for me in case I was later than I’d planned to be, I’m excited to tell him about who drove me home.

  But then I see what looks like a trail leading from the front door farther into the house.

  It’s a pathway made of rainbow cake sprinkles.

  Making sure the door’s locked behind me, I feel a wave of excitement overtake my stomach when I see a small note lying in the sprinkles trail just beyond the foyer. Leaning over, I read the note and swoon…

  Sprinkles,

  Follow the path to find me.

  I’ve been waiting too damn long for you.

  Hurry!

  C.

  Picking up the letter, I clutch it to my chest and scurry along the path like a freaking squirrel gathering nuts for the winter, because I cannot wait to see him. The trail leads me past the living room, into the kitchen, and down the hall. It ends at McCoy’s closed bedroom door, which I pretty much slam myself into. Sighing, I take a deep breath to regain my composure (a little) before opening the door. My hands are shaking and sweaty—suddenly I’m nervous. I’m thinking that maybe I should have had that extra glass of wine Bev offered me earlier, but then remember he’s waiting for me.