It only takes a few minutes before she’s parking behind Sprinkled With Sugar. One of the many perks of small-town life. You can get anywhere you want to go in ten minutes or less. I guide her to the backdoor, not liking how dark it is back here. Yes, our town is relatively safe, but all the dark shadows behind the building scream danger. I make a note to fix that. My girl’s safety is my top priority.
Margo was shocked that I didn’t just kiss her and head to the diner. I explained that it was only fair that I stay and help since it’s my fault she’s starting the day late. She gives me a wolfish grin. She’s not one bit remorseful for the fact that she’s running behind. Especially not for such a worthy reason. And me touching, tasting, and taking her body is definitely a worthy cause. My half-hard cock certainly agrees.
The first thing Margo does is change out of my clothes into a spare set of jeans and Sprinkled With Sugar t-shirt she keeps in her office. I'm disappointed to see her out of my clothes. I love having her in my clothes, something I hope to see often.
I stand to one side of the kitchen, watching dough spin in an industrial sized mixer. She explained that she rarely uses it, preferring small batches, but today she has an order for three hundred cookies, making her small-batch preference impossible.
My attention is once again caught by Margo and how she moves around her kitchen. She’s like a choreographed dancer, moving from one task to another in a fluid, almost thoughtless motion. I can now understand why she put me in charge of this mixer, which needs zero supervision. I’m a distraction, and a hindrance to her perfectly choreographed dance. Despite my being in the way, she seems happy to have me here.
“It’s weird having someone else here,” she says out of the blue. “But I like it,” she quickly adds.
“I’ve always wondered why you don’t have Leanne in early to help you, but now I see,” I wave my hands around the kitchen, “this is your kingdom and no one else belongs in the queen’s chambers.”
She laughs. “I’m no queen, and a hot bakery kitchen is certainly not a royal kingdom.”
I cross the room to her and catch her up in my arms. “You’re most certainly a queen, and I am but your lowly servant.”
Her eyes go all soft with desire. Her pink tongue dashes out and licks her bottom lip. “You’re no servant… if anything, you’re the king.”
I growl, crushing my lips to hers. Our kiss quickly turns into an inferno between us. Her body lights up beneath my hands. My cock aches behind my zipper as she rubs against it. I break away, and we’re both breathless. “I’ll be your king, sweetness. You only have to ask.”
Her pillowy bottom lip disappears between her lips, trying to hide the smile that I love so much. The one that until recently, she kept hidden under shyness whenever I was around. She’s the one who kisses me this time, and once again, we fall into each other. This time when she pulls away, she’s flushed and heavily lidded—aroused.
One of her many timers buzzes, breaking apart the sexual fog we were both becoming lost to. She jumps to attention and skitters off and continues her flawless dance around the kitchen. Leaving me to scoop perfectly round balls of chocolate chip cookies onto a dozen pans.
“You really don’t have to stay and help. I’m sure you have things you need to get done at the diner.”
“I know I don’t have to stay. I want to. Besides, the diner is covered. I do get a day off every so often,” I say with a wink. “Something you need to work on doing.”
Margo scrunches up her nose. “I don’t work on Sunday’s. Well, I mean I go in to bake for the day, but Leanne does the rest.”
I laugh, “Sweetness, having to wake up at three in the morning makes your ‘day off’ argument null and void. I mean a full day where you just laze in bed and do whatever it is that you want to do.
“What if what I want to do is bake?” she asks, her brow furrowed.
I drop a kiss to the top of her head as I hug her close. “Then, you bake.”
She looks up at me with a wide smile. “What about staying in bed all day long with a sexy man?”
I can’t hold in my possessive growl. “As long as that sexy man is me, then yes.”
“That can be arranged,” she says with a playful smirk.
The bells above the door ring, announcing yet another customer. I knew the bakery was busy, but it’s busier than I ever knew. I turn to see who the intruder is and groan when I see Daisy. Not only is she a waitress at the diner, but she’s my mother’s best friend, which means everyone in town will know about Margo and me.
“Well, look who it is,” Daisy teases.
“Mornin’, Daisy,” Margo says brightly, not caring that she just caught us making out with my hands on her curvy ass.
“Good mornin’, darling. How are you this fine day?” she says, looking back and forth between Margo and me.
“I’m great. Thanks for asking,” Margo answers with a huge smile. A smile that I’m hoping is more for me than Daisy. “How are you?”
“Better now,” she replies with a smirk. She winks at me, and I groan. I know she’s going to make a big deal out of what she saw. And if not her, my mom certainly will. I have zero doubt that as soon as Daisy leaves, the first thing that busybody will do is call my mom.
“Do you want your usual?” Margo asks, looking slightly confused by Daisy’s response.
“Yes, please. And one of those fancy coffees you make.”
“You bet.”
It takes only a couple minutes and several meaningful looks
