Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“We wouldn’t miss it,” I tell her, and the girls and my little ones squeal with excitement.
Luke and Kelly manage to herd the kids out of the bakery, and I can only shake my head and laugh. They must have had a few cookies already because they clearly had the cousin-sleepover-sugar-rush hitting them.
Once they’re gone, I look at the counter and see Rue is talking to a guy wearing an apron with the bakery name on it. He comes around the glass display case and moves a little too close for my liking. I want to give her time to finish, but then he points at something at the bottom of the case and she has to bend over to see it.
He doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he’s checking out her ass, and I clench my fists. Before I know it, I’m walking up behind Rue and blocking his view. The baker looks surprised that I’m in his way and blinks a few times. Now that I’m this close I can see how young he is. If it was anyone else but my wife, I might understand. But not when it comes to my firecracker.
“The cake you're looking at is taken, son,” I say, and I swear he has to tilt his head all the way back to meet my eyes.
“I wasn’t, I didn’t—”
“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.” I take a step toward him, but then I feel the small soft hand of my wife on my arm. It stops me instantly, and I look down at her.
“There you are, Daddy.” She says it so sweetly and then licks her bottom lip. She knows exactly what that does to me when she uses that tone, and my cock comes to attention. “I was asking about the red velvet cake. I know it’s your favorite, but I wanted to taste it first.” She leans in close so her tits are pressing against my arm. “You know how much I love it when it’s extra creamy.”
My jaw tics, and I stare down the top of her dress. She’s unbuttoned the top of it since before she and Kelly brought the kids in here. I can’t help but wonder if this is what she was doing the whole time I was saying goodbye to everyone.
Bending down so that only she can hear me, I stare into her eyes. “You little tease.”
“Me?” She blinks innocently. “I would never do something like that, Daddy.” She says the last word with a tiny moan, and fuck, she’s horny. That’s the sound she makes when her cunt needs to be filled.
I press my lips together, and my nostrils flare. “Right this second?” I say, and her cheeks flush, confirming exactly what I thought. I whip around, and the young baker jumps back in response. “You guys have a restroom?”
“No.” He shakes his head and then thinks better of his answer. “I mean yes. It’s for employees only.” Before I can say anything, he holds up a key. “But I would be happy to make an exception.”
“Thank you,” Rue sing-songs as he points us behind the counter and to the door marked Private.
As soon as I unlock the door and go inside, I notice it’s been recently remodeled and everything looks new. Good, one less thing to worry about before I close the door behind us and turn the bolt.
Rue is playing with the hem of her dress and looks up at me innocently as she backs against the door. “Are you mad at me?”
“You’re being a brat.” I plant my palms on either side of her and bend down so we’re eye to eye. “And I know you’re not wearing any panties.”
“Oops.” She flutters her eyelashes and doesn’t try very hard to hide her grin.
“When you and Kelly and the kids left Luke and me in the restaurant, I noticed something in my lap right before I got up.”
“That was an accident. I know how much you hate it when I don’t wear panties with my dresses.”
“Hate it?” I clench my teeth and shake my head. “It drives me fucking crazy, and you know it.”
“I must have forgotten.” She reaches out and trails her fingers up my chest, and then I feel them on my neck. My cock is throbbing, and she damn well knows it. “But now I’m all wet, and it’s messy down there.”
“Show me.” I swallow hard as she reaches for the front of her dress and pulls it up. Sure enough, I can see her bare pussy lips are wet, and it’s smeared against the inside of her thighs.
I’m on my knees and pushing her knees apart before I have time to care about how she manipulated me into this situation. This is how she is, and this is how I am. It’s why we fit together so perfectly.