Page 80 of Never Let You Go

What’s up with the interrogation? “He’s… he’s great.”

“Got you tongue-tied, doesn’t he? I bet he does.” She smiles at me like we’re both in on some secret. “He’s quite the package, isn’t he?”

I widen my eyes, not sure what I’m supposed to say to that.

“Oh, come on. You can tell me. Don’t tell me you don’t ogle that tight little ass.”

I feel myself blushing. Give me an hour, and I’ll have a ton of comebacks.

I don’t have an hour.

“Well, this has been nice,” I tell Emma, putting my coat on and grabbing the flowers. “I should get back while I still have a job.”

Emma laughs. “Oh well, if all else fails, he could definitely use a nanny.”

“Right,” I say.

The cold air snaps me back in shape. I was all out of sorts there for a bit.

When I get back to the bakery, all I need is one look at Chris and my mood is back on the upswing. His hands that were on me just two hours ago are shaping breads, molding rolls, flouring cookies. The tight ass that has Emma all turned on is flexing as he leans into ovens and carries loads of confections. I peel my gaze from him, put the flowers in a vase, and focus on my tasks for the next four hours.

When lunch time comes around, I’m beat. It’s just the two of us in the kitchen. The rest of the crew is either gone or helping in the store. He’s standing, as usual, eating a sandwich. I’m too tired to be hungry. “I’m going to take a quick break in my room,” I tell him.

“No,” he says. “Stay here. Get your feet up on the couch if you need to.”

I don’t move.

His sandwich finished, he licks his fingers and turns around to wash his hands at the sink. “I’m having some guys refinishing the steps to your room. You can’t go up there right now. They’re going to need a couple more hours at least.”

I’m exhausted. The couch sounds good, so I plop on it and close my eyes.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he says, startling me.

I open my eyes. Did I fall asleep? I must have. I’m totally drowsy.

“Time to work on educating your palate. Everyone’s gone,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me up. When I’m standing flush against him, he dips his lips to mine, and his tongue trails lazily inside. I close my eyes. He’s such a good kisser. His full lips pull on mine just enough to increase my arousal. His tongue is now more aggressive, fucking my mouth.

God, I want him inside me.

Now.

I drop my hand to his erection, and he rocks against it. My fingers find his zipper, but he stops me, pulling my hand away.

“We still have some work to do, beautiful.”

“We do?” I breathe, my mouth tasting the saltiness on his neck.

“Mm-hm. Blind tastings. Should be fun.”

twenty-one

Alexandra

Christopher locks the bakery and kitchen doors. “I don’t want any interruptions,” he says as he brings a tray covered in a clean dishcloth. “I need you to focus on developing your sense of taste.”

I’d rather taste the baker, but okay.

Sometime during my nap, he dropped the master baker attire. He’s wearing a dark gray flannel shirt that looks soft and warm. It’s tucked into faded jeans held tight around his hips by a worn leather belt. I lick my lips.

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