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softly. He chuckled softly at her expression. Not yet, Cupcake. Trust me.
Wild with a need to finish what he d started, she pushed his mouth up to hers. The kiss instantly
deepened, and they feverishly began to remove the rest of each other s clothing. She couldn t get
enough of him.
He picked her up and laid her in the middle of her bed. He knelt beside her and handed her a
condom. She eagerly rolled it onto his cock. He was so big. So hard. She wanted him inside her with
a desperation unlike anything she d felt before. She spread her legs wide, wantonly, and parted her
lips. Take me, she begged silently.
He bent to claim her mouth again, and his hand returned possessively to her sex. He stroked it
firmly then once again began to caress her nub. In half the time, she was wild and nearing release. She
ran her hands over every inch of him she could reach. Craving more. He increased the speed of his
touch and slid his middle finger inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hand sent her over
the edge of climax and then through an explosive orgasm.
She shuddered and mewled into his mouth. Her ragged breathing heated their kiss more. When
she calmed, he positioned himself between her legs. Cassie dug her hands into his back. She couldn t
wait another second for him to be inside her.
But she had to.
He loved her by his rules. Once again he kissed her neck, her breasts, and teased her by sliding
his cock back and forth against her wet slit. He nipped her breasts. Teased them. Returned to kiss her
deeply on the mouth before moving to her shoulders and breasts again. All the while, dipping just the
tip of him between her slick lower lips, sliding it back and forth across her clit until she was bucking
upward and begging him to take her.
She cried out his name when he finally entered her. She was more than ready for him, and he
filled her deeply. She spread herself wider for him, and he raised himself above her, watching her
expression while he thrust into her.
His powerful claiming was primal, and she sensed the moment he lost control and began
pounding into her with the same desperation she had welcomed him with. Time stood still. There was
only the intense pleasure from their joining, the sound of their passionate breathing, and the lust in
each other s eyes that neither could look away from. They were connected beyond their physical
bodies. In that moment he was hers, and she was his; nothing else mattered.
They rode toward release together, almost violently. She dug her hands into his hair as his speed
increased, and gave herself over to an orgasm she felt from her toes to the roots of her hair. He
gasped, Oh, baby, I m coming, and thrust deeply one last time.
Still inside her, he gave her a long, tender kiss that blurred Cassie s vision with tears. When he
raised his head he smiled down at her, and Cassie couldn t help but smile back. No matter what
happened, she wouldn t regret knowing this side of him.
He rolled onto his side, disposed of the condom, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips
softly. I knew we would be this good together. I wanted you from the first time I stepped into your
kitchen. You had a smudge of frosting on your face, and I wanted to lick it off you. I wanted to lick
every inch of you, Cupcake. And I will. Over and over again. All night long.
Frosting? Baking. Cassie sat up. Oh, shit. I have to bake for tomorrow.
He traced her collarbone then cupped one of her breasts firmly. That s okay, I ll help you.
Smiling down at him, Cassie asked, What do you know about baking?
He slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex possessively. Enough.
Suddenly breathing heavily again, Cassie whispered, I can t let just anyone in my kitchen. What
are your qualifications?
His eyes narrowed with pleasure. He raised a hand to her breast. A strong need to lick frosting
from your tits. His talented fingers slid from her breast to her thigh. Your thighs. His fingers slid
across to up her sex. Then have you come in my mouth. I want to lay you across that table and taste
every inch of you until you re begging me to fuck you.
I could come again from just imagining it.
You re hired, Cassie said with a chuckle.
***
Once again dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Luke leaned a hip against a counter and watched
Cassie check on a batch of cookies in one of her industrial-sized ovens. Her hair was pulled back, but
still wet from the shower they had shared. She looked sweet and innocent draped in her large apron.
Even after the marathon day of sex they d had, he felt his cock stir again as he watched her. You
have a smudge of blue on your neck, he said huskily.
She smiled at him playfully from beneath those naturally long lashes of hers and swatted at him
with an oven mitt. That s because you distracted me in the shower.
A wide smile spread across his face. Being with her felt right. He couldn t explain why or begin
to guess what it meant for either of them, but he wanted to remain in this place with this feeling as
long as he could. I tried not to, but you had frosting in places I couldn t help but want to taste again.
She blushed. The timer on the oven went off; she pulled a hot pan out and slid it on a cooling
rack. You could make yourself useful and decorate the cooled batch. Their eyes met for a hot
moment. It s not like you don t know how to apply frosting.
A wave of warmth swept through him as he remembered how he d drawn sugary trails along her
body and then his own. Every touch, every flick of his tongue or hers was forever seared into his
memories. No matter what tomorrow brought, he knew this time with Cassie would stay with him
always. He dutifully picked up the pastry bag and began to pipe frosting on a cookie. This is
something I never imagined myself doing.
A small crease appeared between Cassie s eyebrows. You don t actually have to do it. This
part is probably boring for you. You re used to saving lives, not deciding between jelly beans or
sprinkles for toppings.
He laid the bag down and pulled Cassie into his arms, looping his hands behind her back. Hey,
I m enjoying this.
There was sadness in her eyes when she looked up at him. Today. I bake every night. It s how I
pay the bills in the winter. How long will it take you to get bored with this? With me? She didn t ask
the question out loud, but it was there in her eyes.
He pulled her to his chest and rested his chin in her hair. You think we re so different, don t
you? Too different. I m not so sure. I don t claim to have had the type of childhood you did. I was
raised with a nanny and cooks who took care of me. I was never hungry or alone. But my family was .
. . is . . . classically dysfunctional. We used to eat entire meals together without saying more than ten
words to each other. Talking to any of them is still often awkward. I accepted it because I didn t
know anything else. Your life here is nothing like that.
She hugged her arms tightly around his chest. What are you saying, Luke?
He tipped her head back so he could look into her eyes. I want to spend this week with you. All
of it. I don t care if we bake every night. Flashes of their prelude to baking brought a lusty smile
back to his face. In fact, I like the idea very much.
Then you go back to New York and your life there?
He wanted to say that wasn t how the week would end, but he d never experienced anything like
this before. He didn t know if something that felt as good as being with her could last. Cassie . . .
She raised a hand gently to his lips. Don t say it. It s okay. I m a big girl. I ll be fine.
Her words twisted through his gut painfully. He didn t believe in things like love at first sight or
happily ever afters. He was a man of science, and in his experience, statistically, very few
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softly. He chuckled softly at her expression. Not yet, Cupcake. Trust me.
Wild with a need to finish what he d started, she pushed his mouth up to hers. The kiss instantly
deepened, and they feverishly began to remove the rest of each other s clothing. She couldn t get
enough of him.
He picked her up and laid her in the middle of her bed. He knelt beside her and handed her a
condom. She eagerly rolled it onto his cock. He was so big. So hard. She wanted him inside her with
a desperation unlike anything she d felt before. She spread her legs wide, wantonly, and parted her
lips. Take me, she begged silently.
He bent to claim her mouth again, and his hand returned possessively to her sex. He stroked it
firmly then once again began to caress her nub. In half the time, she was wild and nearing release. She
ran her hands over every inch of him she could reach. Craving more. He increased the speed of his
touch and slid his middle finger inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hand sent her over
the edge of climax and then through an explosive orgasm.
She shuddered and mewled into his mouth. Her ragged breathing heated their kiss more. When
she calmed, he positioned himself between her legs. Cassie dug her hands into his back. She couldn t
wait another second for him to be inside her.
But she had to.
He loved her by his rules. Once again he kissed her neck, her breasts, and teased her by sliding
his cock back and forth against her wet slit. He nipped her breasts. Teased them. Returned to kiss her
deeply on the mouth before moving to her shoulders and breasts again. All the while, dipping just the
tip of him between her slick lower lips, sliding it back and forth across her clit until she was bucking
upward and begging him to take her.
She cried out his name when he finally entered her. She was more than ready for him, and he
filled her deeply. She spread herself wider for him, and he raised himself above her, watching her
expression while he thrust into her.
His powerful claiming was primal, and she sensed the moment he lost control and began
pounding into her with the same desperation she had welcomed him with. Time stood still. There was
only the intense pleasure from their joining, the sound of their passionate breathing, and the lust in
each other s eyes that neither could look away from. They were connected beyond their physical
bodies. In that moment he was hers, and she was his; nothing else mattered.
They rode toward release together, almost violently. She dug her hands into his hair as his speed
increased, and gave herself over to an orgasm she felt from her toes to the roots of her hair. He
gasped, Oh, baby, I m coming, and thrust deeply one last time.
Still inside her, he gave her a long, tender kiss that blurred Cassie s vision with tears. When he
raised his head he smiled down at her, and Cassie couldn t help but smile back. No matter what
happened, she wouldn t regret knowing this side of him.
He rolled onto his side, disposed of the condom, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips
softly. I knew we would be this good together. I wanted you from the first time I stepped into your
kitchen. You had a smudge of frosting on your face, and I wanted to lick it off you. I wanted to lick
every inch of you, Cupcake. And I will. Over and over again. All night long.
Frosting? Baking. Cassie sat up. Oh, shit. I have to bake for tomorrow.
He traced her collarbone then cupped one of her breasts firmly. That s okay, I ll help you.
Smiling down at him, Cassie asked, What do you know about baking?
He slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex possessively. Enough.
Suddenly breathing heavily again, Cassie whispered, I can t let just anyone in my kitchen. What
are your qualifications?
His eyes narrowed with pleasure. He raised a hand to her breast. A strong need to lick frosting
from your tits. His talented fingers slid from her breast to her thigh. Your thighs. His fingers slid
across to up her sex. Then have you come in my mouth. I want to lay you across that table and taste
every inch of you until you re begging me to fuck you.
I could come again from just imagining it.
You re hired, Cassie said with a chuckle.
***
Once again dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Luke leaned a hip against a counter and watched
Cassie check on a batch of cookies in one of her industrial-sized ovens. Her hair was pulled back, but
still wet from the shower they had shared. She looked sweet and innocent draped in her large apron.
Even after the marathon day of sex they d had, he felt his cock stir again as he watched her. You
have a smudge of blue on your neck, he said huskily.
She smiled at him playfully from beneath those naturally long lashes of hers and swatted at him
with an oven mitt. That s because you distracted me in the shower.
A wide smile spread across his face. Being with her felt right. He couldn t explain why or begin
to guess what it meant for either of them, but he wanted to remain in this place with this feeling as
long as he could. I tried not to, but you had frosting in places I couldn t help but want to taste again.
She blushed. The timer on the oven went off; she pulled a hot pan out and slid it on a cooling
rack. You could make yourself useful and decorate the cooled batch. Their eyes met for a hot
moment. It s not like you don t know how to apply frosting.
A wave of warmth swept through him as he remembered how he d drawn sugary trails along her
body and then his own. Every touch, every flick of his tongue or hers was forever seared into his
memories. No matter what tomorrow brought, he knew this time with Cassie would stay with him
always. He dutifully picked up the pastry bag and began to pipe frosting on a cookie. This is
something I never imagined myself doing.
A small crease appeared between Cassie s eyebrows. You don t actually have to do it. This
part is probably boring for you. You re used to saving lives, not deciding between jelly beans or
sprinkles for toppings.
He laid the bag down and pulled Cassie into his arms, looping his hands behind her back. Hey,
I m enjoying this.
There was sadness in her eyes when she looked up at him. Today. I bake every night. It s how I
pay the bills in the winter. How long will it take you to get bored with this? With me? She didn t ask
the question out loud, but it was there in her eyes.
He pulled her to his chest and rested his chin in her hair. You think we re so different, don t
you? Too different. I m not so sure. I don t claim to have had the type of childhood you did. I was
raised with a nanny and cooks who took care of me. I was never hungry or alone. But my family was .
. . is . . . classically dysfunctional. We used to eat entire meals together without saying more than ten
words to each other. Talking to any of them is still often awkward. I accepted it because I didn t
know anything else. Your life here is nothing like that.
She hugged her arms tightly around his chest. What are you saying, Luke?
He tipped her head back so he could look into her eyes. I want to spend this week with you. All
of it. I don t care if we bake every night. Flashes of their prelude to baking brought a lusty smile
back to his face. In fact, I like the idea very much.
Then you go back to New York and your life there?
He wanted to say that wasn t how the week would end, but he d never experienced anything like
this before. He didn t know if something that felt as good as being with her could last. Cassie . . .
She raised a hand gently to his lips. Don t say it. It s okay. I m a big girl. I ll be fine.
Her words twisted through his gut painfully. He didn t believe in things like love at first sight or
happily ever afters. He was a man of science, and in his experience, statistically, very few
interpersonal relationships had the potential of working out long term. He knew all of that, but what [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]