“No,” he said, shaking his head, his hand caressing my cheek. “The way I make love to you will do that. The slow, torturous way I’ll strip your clothes off. The way your nipple will beg for me to keep suckling it, even as your thighs part for my fingers. The slickness I’ll discover there will make me moan at the thought of how good it will feel to sink inside you and finally rest for the first time in six years. When I come with your name on my lips, without another thought other than how good it feels to have you come around me, you’ll start to understand how I will never be full of your cupcake. That’s what will bring that self-confidence out for the first time since I’ve met you.”
I rested my forehead on his chest and took a shuddering breath. “If we do that, Brady, everything changes. How do we work together again? How do I manage you as your boss when you’ve tasted my cupcake in that way?”
He wrapped his arms around me and massaged my ass with his magic fingers. “The same way you did today and all the days before that. I can fuck you at night, and still take direction from you during the day. I’m not a twenty-year-old kid who can’t separate the two. The Fluffy Cupcake is your business, and I’m just grateful that I get to keep working there with you. My manhood does not ride on the idea that I can’t or won’t take direction from a woman. Never has, never will. My manhood rides on the idea that I can take direction from a woman during the day and fuck her senseless every night without conflict ruining that arrangement. I’d rather that was what represented my manhood than beating my chest like an animal while claiming I had the biggest dick in the room.”
“In this case, you do,” I said, taking a full tour of him again. He was long, so very long, hard, and pulsing. There was a small spot of wetness on his shorts that left no doubt as to his desires.
“In this room, yes, I have the biggest dick, and I know how to use it. In the room downstairs, you have the biggest dick, and honestly, that turns me the fuck on more than anything else. You don’t mess with Haylee Davis. I learned early on that paying attention to what she had to say and what she could teach you were what showed your intelligence, not trying to one-up her skill with skills you don’t have yet.”
I stared up at his face, my hand coming up to caress the stubble at his cheekbone. “You make yourself out to be untalented and uneducated. That’s so far from the truth. You’re incredibly skilled at what you do, Brady. I’ve learned just as much from watching you work with bread dough as you have from me with everything else.”
“That’s what makes us the perfect team. That’s also why I’m not worried that after I make you come multiple times tonight, we won’t be able to walk downstairs in the morning and keep doing what we’ve always done.”
I grasped his hand and walked backward toward the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” he asked, his feet following me reluctantly.
“To my bedroom. You said you wanted to see my cupcake. Did you change your mind?”
“Hell no,” he answered, his hand back on my ass, kneading, caressing, and moaning at the feel of it under his hand. “I can’t wait to get this ass bare.” He groaned then, and it wasn’t a sound of pleasure. I swung my head back to stare at him with a question in my eye. “I don’t have any protection,” he said. “Dammit. Is the pharmacy still open?”
I turned and braced my hands on his chest. “I’m afraid not.”
“Then we can’t go that far, but we will take care of business to get us through until tomorrow night.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for years, but I’m still on the pill, Brady. What about you? I know you have dated a lot.”
He grasped my chin and kissed my lips hard, nipping, and biting at them until our chests were heaving. “Dating a lot and sticking Little Brady in everything that walks are two different things, Haylee. I don’t. The women I have been with have been few and far between, and I always wore a condom. I think the last one was about three and a half years ago.”
“Wait. What?” I asked, my head tipped to the right. “I know you’ve dated women since then.”
His finger trailed down my cheek as he backed me up toward the bedroom door. “I have, but I didn’t sleep with them. There is only one woman who makes my dick this hard. I’m looking at her. I kept trying to find a woman who made me as hard as you do with just a look, but there were none.”
“No wonder you’re in pain then,” I said, a frown on my face. “Three years is a long time to be celibate. Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Why do you think I kissed you in the damn cooler today? I couldn’t take the pressure of waiting for you to notice me any longer. You’ve rebuffed my advances for years. I knew you were scared then, and I know you’re scared now. I also know we can’t keep pretending we don’t want this, can we?”
My head swung mutely, and he grasped my cheek, holding it still. “It would be kind of hard now,” I agreed.
“It’s definitely hard. Harder than it has ever been,” he teased.
“I think I know how to relieve that.” I sat down on the bed and tugged him between my legs. “It starts by removing these.” I unhooked his belt and lowered his zipper, but his hand grasped mine before I got any further.
“Not so fast, cupcake. I’ve dreamed about this for six years. I’m calling the shots.”
“Where does this little fantasy begin?” I asked, leaning back on my palms.
“With you wearing fewer clothes. Let’s start there.”
He stripped my tank top over my head to reveal my plump breasts. “Fuck, cupcake,” he said, his eyes pinned to my chest. My eyes were pinned to his dick bobbing in his pants in reaction to them.
“Lie back, gorgeous.”
I did what he asked, my legs still hanging off the bed when he knelt on it, his eyes traveling the full length of my chest before his finger trailed down my right breast. “My mouth is watering,” he whispered before his lips captured the left nipple in his teeth. While his tongue teased that one into a peak, his hand massaged the other one, his moan humming through my chest.
“Better than the dream?” I asked, the last word ending in a moan when he switched breasts to lick and suck the other one.
“Hell yes,” he moaned, kissing his way down my bare belly to my navel. His tongue dipped in, making me buck with pleasure. It was when my ass hit the bed again that I registered my sleep shorts were gone, and I was bare to him.