Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I ignore the lie and run my hand down the front of her apron until I catch the hem of her dress. Pulling it up a few inches, I press my palm to the inside of her thigh.
“Keep fibbing and I might have to punish you,” I whisper against her neck.
A shudder of need runs through her body, making me smile against her throat.
“I might have to bend you over the counter and spank your ass. Think you could be quiet?”
She shakes her head, answering me honestly, but she doesn’t ask me not to. I know it’s what she wants. The things I’ve read in that book I caught her reading has opened my eyes to a lot of things. A few I never thought I’d be into until Adalynn was the female lead in those images in my mind. I think I could do just about anything with her and it would leave me rock hard and begging for more.
“Maybe I should just choke you with my cock so you won’t be able to make noises,” I suggest.
“Cash,” she groans, as if the thought of pleasing me turns her on just as much as it would if she were on the receiving end of the pleasure I have to offer. I swell inside my jeans, not wasting a second to roll my hips to let her know just how much she affects me.
How in the hell did I get so lucky with her?
“Do you think Reverend Holloway’s wife will come to your rescue if she hears you gagging?”
A salacious grin spreads across her pretty face, and I swear I could come undone right there.
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I praise, loving every second of this interaction with her.
We both know I’m not going to put her in a position to make anyone gossip about her, but the threat of it is no less enticing.
“I caught Amy reading the other day,” she says, her tone breathless and raspy. “I don’t think she’d interrupt.”
“And what exactly was she reading?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
“Nothing I’d read. I’m not really into religious books.”
Naughty, naughty, Amy Holloway.
“I read At His Pleasure recently. That was a wonderful book.”
When she tells me the author’s name, I know she’s saying something without saying something if that makes sense. I have no doubt there are scenes in it that she wants to reenact.
“I’ll have to take a look.” I angle her chin so I can press my lips to hers.
I’m an inch away, her uneven breaths ghosting over my lips when I hear Madison.
“I don’t think they need your help.”
I take a step back, and at the same time, Adalynn walks a few steps forward, her hand on the bottle of sprinkles, when the doors leading to the front of the bakery swing open.
Adalynn clutches the bottle of sprinkles to her chest, that fake smile of hers in place, when none other than Amy Holloway sweeps her eyes from me and back to Ads.
“Justin is getting antsy,” she explains. “I didn’t want him coming back here and umm… interrupting.”
The glint in Adalynn’s eyes tell me that I really need to ask her what book Amy was reading because her walking in on us back here seems to confirm something.
“We found them,” Adalynn says, shaking the bottle for good measure.
“I’m going to grab that icing you mentioned,” I tell Adalynn, heading toward the walk-in cooler because I can’t face Amy Holloway nor anyone else right now.
Women have it so easy, hiding their arousal. Mine is a baseball bat in my jeans. Adalynn can explain the flush of her cheeks away as a result of the heat in the kitchen and her working so hard to make sure everyone has a good time tonight.
I’m in the cooler for no less than five minutes before I’m capable of convincing my cock that it will not be getting any action at the bakery tonight.
Instead of trying to stick around and make polite conversation, I opt to just leave the bakery, but Adalynn is back in the kitchen when I step out of the cooler.
“That look in your eyes isn’t helping me right now.”
She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before responding.
“And that doe-eyed whatever do you mean look doesn’t help either,” I add. “That innocent persona you seem to have mastered turns my crank like you couldn’t even begin to understand.”
Her eyes drop below my belt.
“Adalynn,” I warn. “You’re fucking trouble.”
She doesn’t open her mouth to chastise me, and that tells me that the line between everyday interactions and the ones we have in the bedroom are starting to overlap with each other.
I grab her hands when she lifts them to my chest, leaning in to press my lips to her temple.
“I’ll see you later,” I promise, before leaving her alone in the kitchen.