Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“We could all wish you bon voyage,” Leo said, “Or I could change some lightbulbs for you.”
I stood and drew Madison to her feet, not breaking the kiss. My tongue swept into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I bent and caught her in my arms, lifting her and carrying her to my room, ignoring my brothers’ offers to go with us. I kicked my door shut on them and had her all to myself before I had to leave.
25
LEO
We had made the delivery run for the bridal brunch, but now she wanted to make mini quiches for the Monday lunch special.
“I’ll take you to Costco, buy a big old box of the frozen ones. Sell those. Heat ‘em up in the microwave. Do that, and we can go take a nice long shower at home instead of hanging around here.”
“Tempting, but I don’t resell frozen foods here.”
“Maybe consider it is all I’m saying. We’ve been here a long time,” I said.
She rolled her eyes and turned the mixer back on.
“It’s not just lightbulbs. I’m good at hustling scones too,” I said as I counted and boxed a batch.
“You’re a good man to have around, I told you that from the start,” Madison said, “but I have to get these done.”
“I was so good this morning. I got up at five, on a Sunday, and drove you to the shop,” I said.
“I appreciate it. And you and Noah were right that I was too wiped to drive home last night by the time I had the chicken curry rolls done. Thanks for giving me a ride. But I can drive myself home. Got my keys and everything,” she said.
I leaned in as if inspecting the keys, she held up and I slid my arms around her from behind.
She swatted at me playfully as I took her breast in my palm. She dodged away but the flirting and teasing had gone on all morning. “Come on, I promised Ethan that I’d stay close this weekend.”
“I don’t think he meant you should stay this close,” she said.
I bracketed my hands on either side of her at the counter. Madison, despite her protests, leaned back against my chest and let me kiss her temple, her cheek, then her neck. I ran my hands up her arms, feeling her shiver in response to my sensuous touch. She canted her hips back, rubbing against my erection. I growled and nipped at her earlobe. She rocked back against me again and it was all I could do not to push her leggings down around her ankles and bend over the counter. Again. She turned to look back over her shoulder and let me catch her lips, sip at them, and tease us both with quick, sexy kisses.
“Ah, you’ve got to get out of here, Leo,” she groaned in frustration.
“Why?” I said innocently, my hands roving over her belly and up to the nipples that strained against her t-shirt. I’d thrown her bra somewhere a few hours ago when I had her against the glass display case.
“Maybe it’s the fact that I still need to get the glass cleaner to clean the smudge my bare ass left on the display case this morning. Or the fact that every time I’m almost done with a batch of anything, you get bored and get in the way.”
I rubbed her nipple, and her eyes drifted, indulging the lush strokes and tugs of my fingers. I sucked her neck and drew a ragged breath. I knew what I was about to do next. She loved to ride my fingers, and I couldn’t resist giving it to her. I think she got off on the callouses, my work-roughened hands stroking her slick, tender folds. She had two more batches of tarts to assemble. I dragged myself back from her and put my hands in my pockets.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly, “you’re right. I’ll go.”
“Get out of here. You’re a distraction,” she said, her voice playful. But her eyes were dark with lust when she looked at me.
“Fine. I admit when I’m wrong. I can’t hang around here and be helpful for long. I have to take breaks. Dirty ones,” I said. “Although if you could use a hand—see what I did there?” I smirked as she rolled her eyes, “remember how quick we got the mini quiches done after I ate you out on the table? Maybe just a quick break and I’ll be re-energized and get back to work?”
She shook her head, “No thanks. I’d love to stop and play, believe me. There’s nothing I’d love more. Except barbecue chips. I’d probably commit murder for a big bag of those.”
“Really? You mentioned those last night too. I thought you were just overtired and thinking about junk food.”
“I was, but I can’t get them off my mind. Like, if you gave me a choice, do I want all this baking to be finished and packed up magically or do I want the chips, I’d pick the chips,” she said.