Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
When we both finally settled, the sound of our panting and the fire crackling were the only sounds filling the room.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
My lips formed a smile against her hair.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” she teased.
I chuckled. “That’s the second time you’ve ever experienced it. I can probably do better.”
“If you do, I might very well die.”
CHAPTER 12
May I suggest the sausage?
-apron
GRACELYNN
So the snowstorm wasn’t much of a snowstorm.
Within a day, whatever snow had consolidated on the ground had dissipated thanks to seventy-degree weather.
Yes, seventy-degree weather. One day after it was seventeen.
Needless to say, it was confirmed that Texas weather was bi-polar and she’s not taking her meds.
Also speaking of bi-polar, the man that’d been so sweet the morning prior had turned into an almost different man. He’d gone from touching me all over, and being sweet, to being standoffish and quiet.
After I’d driven him back to the bakery—which had stayed closed—we’d gone our separate ways.
No kiss.
No ‘I’ll call you.’
No nothing.
It was weird.
And I was also very inexperienced, so I didn’t know whether to call him on it or allow whatever we had to be a distant memory and act like it didn’t happen.
Which was bullshit, because there I was, standing in the middle of the shop, piping buttercream icing onto cupcakes, and watching the man move.
I’d never, in my life, found baking sexual.
Messy, sweaty, and hot, yes. Annoying and sometimes something you didn’t want to do? Always.
But sexual? No.
But that was before Jeremiah had given me a job.
Before I’d slept with Jeremiah.
BJ—Before Jeremiah.
I swallowed hard when he picked the ball of dough up that he’d been kneading, twisted it in his hands a few times, then threw the dough down onto the floured countertop.
He took his large, muscular hand and squeezed it, his fingers digging into the dough like they’d done to my ass only a few short days ago.
Then, I shit you not, he slapped the dough.
Again, just like he’d done to my ass.
I nearly moaned at the move.
There was no way in hell he was doing it on purpose—sexualizing his baking.
But he was getting me all the same.
“Are you going to ice those cupcakes, or are you going to watch me do all the work?”
Jeremiah’s deep, raspy voice had me glancing up at him in surprise.
“I’m…” I swallowed hard past the lump that’d lodged itself in my throat at his words.
Sure, I wanted to allow him to do all the work. He was really good with his body.
But I couldn’t tell him that.
Not now that I’d found out that he was my boss.
Oh, and my ex-boyfriend’s father.
Couldn’t forget that little tidbit.
He dusted his hands free, as if he was about to move toward me and needed his hands flour-free to strangle me, so I looked down and got back to work.
He grumbled something under his breath that had me glancing at him from underneath my eyelashes.
“Mayday! Mayday!” Peter came rushing into the room. “There are camera crews here! What do I do?”
Just as I was about to turn and look, someone came rushing into the back entrance, and all but stumbled inside.
I blinked and stared at the young woman.
I’d never seen her before, but she looked frazzled and pissed, and then there was the man that was all but lumbering in behind her.
“What the fuck?” Jeremiah asked, brushing his hands free of flour to turn and stare at the couple.
The big man held his hand up and said, “Sorry. Dory and I were going to get a cupcake, because she wants one, but you had a line out the ass. And the camera crew showed up. What the fuck is going on?”
“What the fuck is going on is you need to get in line like everyone else, Bram.” His eyes softened as he stared at the woman. “Dory. I thought you were quits with his sorry ass.”
Bram’s eyes flashed fire, but it was Dory, who looked at Jeremiah, that held my attention.
She looked… wired. Scared. Confused.
She had a lot of emotions running across her face and the one she least looked like was comfortable.
“I was. Am. Was.” Dory sighed. “There are extenuating circumstances.”
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Peter declared. “I knew it.”
Dory went sheet white before she opened her mouth to deny it, but Bram placed his hand over her mouth and pulled her into his chest. “We’re not announcing it to the family yet. I’m trying to win her back. She wants to wait. So we wait.”
Jeremiah crossed his arms over his chest and said, “You better fix this before she runs, Bram. She’s already proved that she can be hard to find if she puts her mind to it.”
“I know,” Bram grumbled.
I gestured at the cupcakes that I’d just piped icing on and said, “Feel free to choose one. In fact, if you want to take one of the ones that I messed up, he won’t even charge you for them.”