Page 12 of Sweet Fantasies

I grimace when I hear his voice. “Ben. Why are you calling me?”

“Can’t a guy call a friend just to talk?”

“No. And we’re not friends.”

“Baby,” he wheedles, his smarmy voice making my stomach roll. “Don’t be like that.”

“What do you want? I’m busy.”

“I wondered if you might want to come in and interview for a job at this bakery I’m at. Sweets is looking for someone new to work under me and we both know you work well under me.”

My lip curls and I growl under my breath. “Not interested.”

“Baby, come on.”

“No. And don’t call me again.” I hang up the phone, staring down at my trembling hands like there’s something sticking to them.

Like the sickly-sweet feel of his smarmy words on my ear. Ugh.

“Are you alright?”

I close my eyes. Just what I fucking need.

“I’m fine, Ryan. Why aren’t you at work?”

“I’m off on Wednesday afternoons. I’ve got a great sous chef.”

“Bully for you,” I grumble and clean up the mess from the batter I just mixed for tomorrow.

“Who was on the phone?” He blocks me so that I can’t move around him and I blow my breath out and glare at him.

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Too bad,” he grumbles, his teeth clenched tight. “Who was on the phone?”

“My ex.”

He stands up straight, staring at my phone like he can burn Ben right through the device.

“What did he want?”

“Wanted me to interview with him.”

“Fuck no he didn’t!” He slams his palm down on the counter. “You told him to fuck off, didn’t you?”

“None of your business.”

He growls like a feral animal and backs me up to the counter, stalking me like a predator chasing prey. His heat covers me and the wild scent of him wraps around me, taunting me, teasing me.

“It is my business. Everything about you is my business, baby girl. I thought you knew that by now. But I guess you need a lesson.”

And before I can blink, his lips are on mine and he’s groaning, his lips moving on mine, his tongue slipping around my mouth, dancing darkly with my own tongue.

“Fuck me!” He growls and lifts me up onto the counter, the bowl that’s sitting there tipping over and then dropping to the floor with a loud clang. He grinds against me and my fingers tangle in his silky hair then slip down to his shoulders, nails digging in hard.

“Ryan!” I groan and he grits his teeth and then his hands come up and he rips my chef coat open, his hands desperate and wild. His hair is standing on end as he lifts his head and growls, “I can’t take it another damn night. I need you.”

I gulp and then his head dips down and his mouth closes on my nipple through my bra. Stars erupt into shimmering waterfalls of glitter behind my eyes when I close them and arch my back, offering my body to him to do with as he will.

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