Birthday Frosting

All I wanted was to grab my birthday cake and run home to eat it alone. But when the bakery gets my name wrong, my party-of-one plans come to a screeching halt courtesy of the drop-dead gorgeous Antony. I’m about to have my birthday wish come true.

This steamy short story contains one hot man in an apron, copious amounts of frosting, and light spatula spanking. Happy Birthday To You.