Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
I don’t think Knox knows how much I paid attention to him either. That I’d fallen for him long ago. I thought I was over my silly crush, but now it seems like I’m falling harder than ever. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to pick myself back up this time if he crushes my heart again.
13
KNOX
“What are you going to do while I’m elbow deep in buttercream?” She glances at me.
I squeeze her fingers in mine. “Well, that’s a very descriptive way to describe bakery work.”
She shrugs. “I guess I have a way with words.”
She definitely has a way with me. God, I want to do so many inappropriate things to her right now that I can hardly stand it.
“I have some work to do at the shop. Can’t let these calluses go to waste, now can I?”
“You working on cars.” She shakes her head. “I think I’d enjoy watching that.”
“Yeah? You can see me on my back anytime you want, Red. You know that.” I smirk at her.
She blushes, and I don’t miss the way she presses her thighs together.
I pull up in front of the bakery and lean over, pressing my lips to her ear. “I need another taste of you, Ruby. Sooner rather than later.”
She shivers. “Knox!”
“What?” I take her chin and pull her mouth to mine. “I want you, Ruby. I’ll do whatever I can to get you. Including eating your pussy until you—”
She kisses me, stopping my words with a hot kiss and her curious tongue. I answer her, tilting her head to kiss her more deeply. She’s so soft and warm, her skin silky beneath my fingertips. I don’t know how I survived so long without her touch, but I’m damn sure never letting her go now that I’ve got her.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and run my other hand along her throat and then lower, cupping her breast through her shirt.
She whimpers when I graze the hard tip with my thumb. Fuck, that sound is going to make me cream in my jeans.
“Knox.” She pulls back and tries to catch her breath.
I don’t let her. Instead, I pull her to me again, taking her mouth as she melts for me, giving up and letting me have my way. I love her surrender, the way she opens for me, the way her pussy feels so hot when I cup her between her legs.
A knock at the window jolts me out of my lust. Rage boils up in its place as I turn to find Merry standing on the curb and pretending not to look right at us.
“Merry!” Ruby squeals, her eyes widening.
I’ve lost her. Damn.
“One more.” I grip the back of her neck and pull her to me, giving her a possessive kiss before releasing her and getting out of the car.
“Merry.” I give her a short nod, doing my best to run around the car before she sees my massive erection.
When I open the door for Ruby, she gets an eyeful of the hard length in my pants, and when she stares at it for a beat longer than seems Christian, I almost lose it.
“Ruby?” Merry calls and clears her throat.
“Right. Gotta go.” Ruby stands and gives me a sweet, sexy smile. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Count on it.” I close her car door and walk her up onto the sidewalk. I can hear Lorraine from here. She’s yelling at whatever incompetent help she’d arranged for the morning. Ruby’s going to have a long day. I only hope she’s not too worn out to let me devour her again tonight.
She and Merry hug and fall into a quick, hushed conversation—likely about me—so I have to take my leave and drive all of two blocks over to my shop.
Greasy is already sitting on the TransAm by the time I walk in. “I figured you’d be at the bakery making big Puss in Boots eyes at Ruby.” I pet him as two cars pull up in front of the oil change bay.
His eyes glint, and for a second I think he might take my idea and run off toward the bakery. But he doesn’t, just headbutts me gently.
“Good boy.” I kiss him on top of his head between the ears. “Do you think she’s falling for me?” I whisper.
He headbutts me again, and I take that as a good sign.
The morning flies by as I do some engine work on the town snowplow and a trickle of customers show up needing tune-ups, tires, or oil changes. My employees handle most of that while I work on transmissions, engines, and any deeper issues that show up in the day-to-day. When lunchtime hits, I’m on my way to pick up lunch from the diner and then back over to the bakery.
Before I can even reach the door, the scent of vanilla and some sort of spice cake fills the air. My mouth waters. But not for any confection created in the bakery. I want Ruby.