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“Oh fuck, Sadie! Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!”

Her body shuddered violently, then a scream ripped straight from her soul as she shattered beneath me.

Like a rogue wave, my climax crashed into me, tossing me every which way until I didn’t know up from down. My cock exploded, shooting jets of hot come inside her, stuffing her full just like I’d promised.

“Whoa,” Sadie wheezed.

“Yeah,” I agreed, breathing hard as I collapsed on top of her.

Mindful of my weight, I rolled to my back, keeping my shaft planted inside her.

“How…?” Sadie blinked when she wiggled and realized I was still hard.

I shrugged. “Told you. I’m addicted.”

She giggled and rested her chin on my chest, gazing up at me with a cheeky grin. “Or maybe it’s not convinced its job is done yet.”

I raised a brow and rocked into her, making her moan. “You trying to get fucked again, sunshine?”

“Um…no,” she lied, her face turning red as she glanced away.

I cupped her chin and guided her head back so she was looking into my eyes. “Don’t ever be embarrassed to ask for what you want, sunshine. Especially not in bed.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her sweet smile returning.

“Now, answer my question. Looking to get fucked again, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

11

SADIE

If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be showing up to work with a six-foot-something, leather-wearing biker shadowing my every move, I probably would’ve laughed. But I couldn’t be happier about it.

Wesley held the door to the bakery open for me, his hand settling on the small of my back as I stepped inside. I couldn’t help teasing him as we walked through the front of the shop. “You know, this might be a record for the grumpiest bodyguard in bakery history.”

A grunt came from behind me. “Not your bodyguard.”

“No?” I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Because you’ve been doing a pretty good impression.”

“Being mine comes with perks.”

“Perks, huh?” I turned to grin up at him. “Like the kind you gave me last night…and again this morning even though we had to be up super early?”

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Plenty more where those came from, sunshine.”

My knees nearly buckled on the spot, but I managed to play it off by grabbing an apron off the hook. Wesley settled onto one of the stools near the prep counter, crossing his arms and scanning the room like he expected an ambush to come out of the muffin trays.

Marcy walked in from her office with her usual bouncy energy and came to a full stop.

Her eyes flicked to Wesley. Then to me. Then back to Wesley.

“Well,” she said, drawing out the word. “I’m not one to brag when I’m right, but….”

I straightened quickly as she trailed off. “Good morning!”

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