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The sparkle in her eyes has me falling even deeper in love with the woman underneath me and my cock starts to harden again. Flipping us over, I grip her hips and smirk.

I’ll never be done with this woman. This is forever.

CHAPTER 11

SCARLETT

After spending most of the morning in bed with Dean, which was amazing, I’m now staring at the most beautiful industrial kitchen I’ve ever seen. It’s clear that it’s been updated with top-of-the-line ovens and stoves. And the pantry is packed with everything I need to do some baking.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything, Miss Scarlett?”

Billy is looking at me with such earnestness and guilt that I almost want to laugh. I know he was the one who fell asleep on the job, but I just can’t find it in me to put the blame on him. No, I know where the blame is deserved—on whoever has been messing with Crescent Sugar.

It’s possible that the number of orgasms Dean gave me today has put me in the best mood I’ve ever been in.

“Really, I’m good,” I assure Billy with a smile.

After Dean and I showered, he led me down to the kitchen and told me to do whatever I wanted. I could only smile at my man because he knew that baking would help me take my mind of the destruction of my bakery. Honestly, the orgasms had already helped with that a lot.

Dean let me know that Billy would be at my disposal for anything I needed, including a grocery run, and to not hesitate to use him. Then he kissed my forehead and let me know he was going to go to the bakery and check on the progress.

Even though he told me we’d be able to open tomorrow, I don’t think it’s going to happen. I know the club is going to take care of getting everything fixed, but I don’t expect them to use magic to do it. Things take time and that’s just how it is.

That’s why when I called Valerie, far too early this morning for her, to let her know what happened I let her know that it would be a few days.

Thankfully, as long as I’m not closed more than three days, I’ll have enough time to get all my custom orders done. If it takes longer than that, I’ll have to use the clubhouse kitchen to get those done. But I’m not going to stress about it. At least, not yet.

I take out the ingredients for chunky chocolate chip cookies with a smile on my face. Billy is shuffling from foot to foot out of the corner of my eye and it’s kind of adorable.

I glance at him and give him a small smile. “It’s okay, Billy. I’m not mad at you.”

His shoulders slump and his entire body deflates. “You’re not?” There’s so much hope in his eyes which only grows when I shake my head. “You should be mad at me,” he grumbles, “I feel asleep when I should have been watching the cameras in your bakery.”

I turn toward him and give him my full attention. “Were you tired?” He nods and swallows hard. “Was it malicious?”

“No,” he shouts, the single word holding so much weight and truth. “I was on the gate all day and then Hacker grabbed me for camera duty.” His eyes widen and he holds his hand up. “I’m not complaining,” he blurts, “I’m just saying.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t take it that way,” I assure him gently.

He blows out a breath and nods before swallowing hard. “I still feel bad,” he grumbles, and I swear he’s pouting.

Dean filled me in on how everything works at the club. I know how important it is for the Prospects to prove themselves. They get the worst jobs but also get opportunities to show the club that they’re loyal, can be counted on, and are the right fit to become a patched-in member.

I have no doubt that he’s worried about his position now. It’s not like I can blame him if he is. The brothers around here don’t seem like they would give a lot of chances, but they also don’t seem like the sort to give none.

“I don’t think you watching the cameras like a hawk would have changed anything,” I tell him, and his eyes widen. I shrug one shoulder like it’s no big deal, even though it is because we’re talking about the destruction of my bakery. “Whoever broke in was going to do it whether the cameras were being watched or not. Hacker was notified the moment they entered my shop, but they were still gone by the time he got there.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy whispers.

I give him a sad smile and nod. “I am too because I love my bakery, but the important things are no one was hurt, nothing was stolen, and the rest can be repaired. As long as things movefairly quickly, I’ll be able to be back in the bakery in time to fill all my orders for Valentine’s Day. I hate losing the foot traffic for a few days, but the small break won’t hurt me. Maybe,” I muse, “I can even sleep in a little.”

Billy chuckles and nods. “You have to be there super early, huh?”

“Oh yeah, I’m usually there around four, five at the latest and that’s if I was able to get some dough mixed up the afternoon before.”

Billy’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes open. “That’s really early.”

“It is,” I agree, “but that’s how it is in the life of a baker. We’re open early, but we’re only open until six. I’m sure I could be open later if I hired more staff, but I haven’t wanted to.”

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