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His hips thrust forward again, and his lips were on mine before my words died off. He broke off the kiss, lifted my ass with his hands and pumped into me, pressing his thumb to my swollen, engorged button until I moaned, the waves of release starting at the same time I called his name. “Come with me, Brady!” I called, my voice distant to my ears.
“You’re ruining me, cupcake,” he answered, buried deeply inside me as I spasmed around him. “Oh God,” he called, and then his warmth filled me as I milked every last drop of emotion from him until he collapsed against me, his nose buried in my neck as we searched for air in a room that was filled with nothing but emotion.
He pressed his groin into me, and let the shudders rack him with every breath.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I admitted, rubbing his back once we caught our breath.
“I was,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. “I was.”
I waited, but he said nothing more.
Fourteen
The door to the cooleropened and then closed again in quick succession. I glanced up, startled from my daydreams of Brady cupping my cupcake, to see my bestie standing by the cooler door, holding the handle closed.
“What’s up?” I asked, going back to my cupcake counting.
“What’s up? I don’t know, but something is!” she hissed, her cheeks red and her eyes wild. “We aren’t leaving here until you tell me what it is!”
I pushed the tray of black forest cupcakes back onto the rack and stifled a yawn. I didn’t get more than thirty minutes of sleep between rounds of making love with Brady last night. Wait. Can I call it making love? It was just sex, right? Lots and lots of sex. I sighed internally. I’d been having this argument with myself all morning, and I was getting nowhere fast.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Amber. Nothing is up. Are you okay?”
Amber huffed and tossed her hand onto her hip. “It’s almost nine a.m., and you two are standing out there with the most ridiculous grins on your face that I’ve ever seen! Something is up! I know he came to your apartment last night to apologize for the kiss.”
“Oh, he came,” I agreed, biting my cheek to keep from grinning to hard. “Many times.”
“Shut up!” she exclaimed, falling to one knee. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
I stared at her silently until she motioned for me to speak. “You just told me to shut up four times.”
“Talk,” she hissed, “it’s cold in here.”
“Long story short, he brought dinner, we ate, I talked to him about taking over as full-time bread baker, and then things devolved to no underwear and lots of sex.”
“Haylee! What the hell? With Brady? Finally?”
