Page 13 of Sugar Dusted Dad Bod

Wetting my lips, I shuffle forward and lean down.

“You don’t have to—”

My lips brush against the head, giving him a chaste, closed mouth kiss. The second we make this contact, the break room temperature climbs by at least ten degrees, and I’m cooking under my baker’s tunic. My fingers flex, and my eyelashes flutter.

Need to get my tunicoff.Need to get bare for this man.

But first, need to show my boss exactly how much I want him.

“Oh, Christ,” Jasper mutters when my lips part, welcoming him past my lips. The head rests heavy on my tongue, and I give a gentle suckle. It’s salty and warm, and it twitches and throbs. “Jesus Christ.”

I hum.

Then the break room is quiet except for the carols seeping from the radio, and Jasper’s ragged breathing, and the creaking of the metal chair—plus a few slurps and moans from me.

I can’t help it. I’m not even putting on a show; it’s just sogood. Powerful and submissive all at once. Here I am, knees digging into the floor as I service my older, much bigger and stronger boss. When his hands leave the armrests to play with my braids and stroke along my jaw, I whimper around my thick mouthful. When he curses softly and thrusts along my tongue, I sigh.

This is what I want. This is where I belong. Not because I’m subservient to Jasper, but because I love him and trust him and Iknowhe’s worshiping me right now too. It’s no secret. When he says my name over and over, it sounds like a prayer.

“Cady.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “This is—god.Cady.”

My knees throb from pressing into the hard floor and there’s a crick in my neck from bending over. Still, I never want to move, never want to draw my head away, and I’d stay down there all night if Jasper didn’t slide his hands beneath my armpits and lift me up.

For a split second, I’m weightless and confused, traveling through space.

Then I’m sprawled in my boss’s lap, his spindly chair shrieking beneath our joined weight, and my chin is slick from sucking his cock.

“We’re gonna hit the deck,” I rasp as the chair shrieks again.

“You’re right.”

Jasper stands, lifting me as easily as a doll, and takes us to the cracked leather armchair in the corner of the break room. It’s the nap chair; the one for stealing forty winks during extra-long shifts.

It doesn’t make a peep as we settle down. I wriggle around so that I’m draped sideways across Jasper’s lap, his strong chest and curved belly pressed against my side.

I wipe my slick chin on my forearm. Jasper grins.

And—he’s so freaking handsome like this. Wild and hungry and free, touching me like he owns me, stroking a hand up my thigh before hooking his fingertips over my thick winter leggings. I lift my hips and cling onto his shoulders as Jasper tugs down, and then my leggings and panties are tangled around my boots and ankles. I’m bare-assed in my boss’s lap, dressed in only my rumpled baker’s tunic and bra.

Jasper pauses, the pads of his fingers tracing idle circles on my thighs. “Can I kiss you?”

Can hekissme? After all that, can hekissme?

My laugh is a wheeze. “You’d better.”

Six

Jasper

If Elvis threw the break room door open and marched in with an army of trumpet-playing piglets, I would not be surprised right now. Because surely this is a dream. Surely Cady didn’treallyjust drop to her knees and suck me like an angel; surely my assistant baker isn’treallyhalf naked in my lap right now. Her lips are swollen and shiny, and her auburn hair’s fraying out of her two little braids.

So I must be dreaming. There’s no way I’d ever get this lucky.

Except… well, her wriggly little ass pressing against my lap sure feels real. The heat of her, the coconut sugar scent of Cady’s skin, the scratch in her voice when she says: “You’d better.”That’sall real.

My heart lurches when I cup her cheek and she lets me. Cady blinks those sweet brown eyes up at me, so hopeful for a kiss, and Christ. I’ll never deserve her.

I bend my head, heart thumping. Our mouths brush—gently at first, then hungrier, deeper. When our tongues meet, I tastemy own salty musk, and my still-rigid shaft twitches against her hip.

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