Page 14 of Baking with Bryan

Rolling my shoulders to loosen up my stiff muscles, I walk to the back of the store, disable the alarm and open the door. Nor climbs from the car, slams the door, and rushes over with a wide smile.

“I feel like a secret spy,” she whispers as she steps inside, and I close the door, locking it with a deafening click that echoes in the night’s silence.

I chuckle. “Well, we are on a covert mission.” I take her hand and bring it up to my lips. “But first, I have that promise to keep.”

“Bryan?”

I lead her through the back and out to the table.

She gasps. “This is beautiful.”

“So are you.” I tuck a hank of her hair behind her ear. “I never want you doubting the sincerity of my feelings for you. For a long time, I kept it a secret. I panicked after I kissed you and fumbled everything. I want a redo.”

“How?”

“Let me show you that I know exactly how you deserve to be treated.”

“I need you to be sure, Bry. Because I won’t do the hot and cold thing.” Her voice warbles, and I curse myself for putting the pain in her eyes.

“I know.” I move in and kiss her gently. “Give me a chance to do this right?”

She licks her lips, and I follow the motion of her little pink tongue.

“Okay.” Something in me unclenches.

It’s the green flag I’ve been waiting for. “Thank you.”

I kiss her temple. I pull out her chair, and she shrugs off her jacket, draping it over the back of the chair before she sinks onto the cushion. Pushing her in, I kiss her cheek. I move back, and she fists my t-shirt, pulling me closer. I moan into her mouth as she latches onto me, licking, sucking, and nibbling my lips like she’s sampling me.

I fist her silken strands and tug. Her mouth parts. I take advantage, plunging deep. I nip her lip and pull back.

“I’m not done yet, beautiful,” I smirk at her and lean over to open the cooler to pull out the bottle of chilled Riesling.

“My favorite dessert wine.”

“I know, my baby girl.” I kiss her forehead, remove the cork on the pre-opened bottle, and fill her glass. “You had a long day. I want to help you relax.”

“So, you don’t need my help.”

“I do, but this comes first.” I run my thumb over her kiss swollen, wet bottom lip. “You come first.”

Resting the bottle on the table, I grab her fork, scoop a piece of the decadent cake oozing with caramel, and bring it to her lips. She parts them, and I ease the fork inside her mouth.

“You’ve spent the whole day catering to December. Let me take care of you.”

Her eyes flutter close, and a throaty moan resonates in her throat. I watch her swallow, imagining her lips full on the hardening length tightening my jeans.

She licks her lips, and I steal another kiss before I grab another bite. My cock twitches as she hums her approval. Feeding her wakes up something primal inside me. Seeing her thrive from what I’m providing.

I lower the fork to her empty plate with a muffled click.

She licks her lips and turns her desire-heavy eyes on me. “What about you?”

“I’ll eat while we discuss the plans.”

Her brows furrow.

“Trust me. I got plenty from that.” I take her hand and place it on the bulge in my pants. Her eyes widen, and I laugh. “Your breathing gets me hard, Nor.” I grind against her hand, and she whimpers.

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