Chocolate Bites by Vic Winter Page A

couldn’t think; he couldn’t speak. All he could do was buck and whimper.
    Then Dayton’s mouth closed over his and he couldn’t even do that anymore, the sounds cutting out as Dayton’s tongue invaded. Trying to catch his breath, Connor chased his orgasm, Dayton’s hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
    It was the bite, though, that sent him over. Dayton’s lips closed over his throat, the sharp teeth biting down -- not breaking the skin, Dayton rarely went that far, but sharp enough to feel, sharp enough to bruise -- until his back arched and his body froze and he screamed out. There were no words, only a desperate, needful shout that left him limp and quiet when it was over.
    Connor panted, still clinging to Dayton’s shoulders. There was come in his pants and on his chef’s coat. And even though he’d already swept twice this morning, he was sure that his entirely white uniform was showing every spec of dirt the floor had to offer. As Dayton rubbed lazily against him, though, he was having a hard time caring.
    It wasn’t long before Dayton’s face went slack, his mouth opening on a low roar, and then his lover collapsed down, heavy and panting.
    This was Connor’s favorite part of love-making. Okay, it was only one of his favorite parts. This, though, this time where he was sated, where Dayton had made him feel amazing and the scent of both of them rose up in the air, surrounding them and-- oh shit. The bakery could not smell like come. It just couldn’t.
    He groaned and pushed at Dayton’s shoulders. His lover didn’t budge. He pushed again, a little harder this time. “Dayton! Dayton, you can’t go to sleep!”
    His lover grunted. “Afterglow.”
    “No!” He pinched Dayton’s arm. “We have to get up!”
    “Ow!” Dayton lifted his head and frowned down at Connor. “What was that for?”
    “No sleeping.”
    “I heard you the first time.”
    “And you need to get up,” he insisted.
    Dayton sighed. “Is the floor that uncomfortable?”
    “No.” Except that now that it had been brought to his attention, it really was. “Well, yes, but that’s not the point.”
    “You’re not making a lot of sense.” Dayton still wasn’t getting up, but one hand was petting him now. Either that or Dayton was cleaning the come off his hand on Connor’s chef’s jacket.
    Groaning, Connor pushed at Dayton again.
    “The place reeks of us.”
    “Of course it does, it’s ours.”
    “ No . It smells like we’ve had sex in here.”
    Dayton’s look clearly said, “Well, d’uh,” and it clearly said Dayton thought he was crazy.
    He pushed again. “Just get up already so I can air the place out. People don’t want to walk into a bakery that smells like a cat house.”
    “It does not!” Dayton got up, glowering at him.
    Connor had to laugh. “You know what I mean. Doghouse has a whole other connotation.”
    Dayton simply growled at him. Connor’s cock twitched and he groaned. “Stop that, you’re making me hard again.”
    The glower turned to a grin and another growl sounded, this one possessive and sexy as hell. He shook his head and held out his hand, Dayton grabbing it immediately to help him stand. They bumped into each other and he raised his head, Dayton’s lips covering his immediately. They lingered in the kiss until a timer in the kitchen went off.
    “Oh, God, the apple tarts.”
    “You’re a mess, too,” Dayton pointed out helpfully.
    Connor considered bopping him, but the beeping from the timer came again and he high-tailed it into the kitchen.
    Connor wasn’t nervous. But he still needed to change his clothes and spray something to cover up the smell.
    ***
    Dayton went into the little public washroom and cleaned himself up, grinning. He’d managed to calm his mate’s nerves with a little surprise sex. He deserved a hot chocolate for that. Maybe it would even help bring people in if they saw him sitting at one of the tables, having cookies and hot chocolate. It would