It took a few minutes before we were able to move again. I retreated from her body, sliding out from between her inner folds. Putting my hands on the counter, I felt her climb down to the floor beside me. She put a hand on my shoulder blade, kissing me there softly.
Petra wandered away from the counter, searching for her clothes. I drew a breath sharply before retrieving mine from the floor. Pulling my pants back on and zipping them up, I tugged my way back into my shirt.
She appeared a moment later wearing jogging pants and a small black T-shirt. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a bottle of spray cleaner from a cabinet under the sink. With a sponge, she wiped off the spot where she had just been sitting.
I grinned. We couldn’t let our juices get into the food she was making; that would be bad. I couldn’t believe we had just deprived the bakery of its virginity, most likely the first couple to ever have sex in the kitchen. I wanted to stay and cuddle, but Petra was on the clock.
“You have to go,” she said. “Or sit in the corner and be quiet.”
“I’ll go,” I said.
I let myself out the back door as the sun was rising. The harsh morning light scraped across the parking lot, guiding me out to the street. I called for a ride and entered Patrick’s apartment as the destination. Feeling high off the encounter with Petra, I waited alone on the street corner until the rideshare pulled up. I was glad I had said yes. This relationship had gotten off on the right foot, all I had to do was keep it that way. Donovan and Cory were on my side. That just left Patrick to contend with, and since Petra and I were already lovers, there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.