“Would it help if I told you that when I come alone, your name is on my lips?” I asked.
His dick jumped against my hand again at my words, and his growling moan filled my head when he nipped at my collarbone like a starved man. Before I could react, his tongue trailed along the edge of my breast to dip into my cleavage.
“That doesn’t help. Now I’m just picturing that in my mind. Please don’t tell me about all the other guys you’ve been with lately. I will get possessive.”
Laughter lifted my chest until his nose was buried between my breasts. “I haven’t been with a guy in years, Brady. I don’t sleep around, and as I learned this past year, it’s challenging to find a guy who’s interested in these hips and this ass.”
His teeth nipped my breast and drew a sharp hiss from my lips. “It wasn’t that challenging, baby. I was standing right there, but you were too blind to see it. Do you finally see it?” he asked, tugging me toward him by my ass.
“I feel this,” I said, caressing his dick with my knuckles. “I don’t understand it, but I feel it.”
He pressed his full weight into me until I was up against the wall again. His nose was buried in my neck, and his breathing was ragged. “What’s to understand? Everything about you is a fucking turn on, cupcake. From your brain to your beauty, to your—”
“Brawn?” I asked sarcastically, seeing where it was going.
“No, to your baking skills and business acumen. I can bake, but you create. I have learned so much working for you, and that’s the only reason I passed the master baker test. We both know it. All of you, every part from your inability to see how fucking sexy you are, to the self-conscious way you try to hide this ass under a chef coat that is way too big, to the way you pretend like you don’t want to fuck me, is a turn on.”
“Maybe I don’t want to fuck you,” I said haughtily.
His lips were on mine before I finished the words, and his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, giving me an ample idea of what he wanted to do with his steel hard-on.
“Your lips tell me otherwise,” he said, lifting his off mine to speak. “Your lips, and these gorgeous nipples,” he said, strumming one with his thumb, “tell me you want me to take you down to your bedroom, spread you out on that bed, grab this ass and bury myself inside you until we both find the completion we didn’t have until we found each other.”
“Your self-confidence is astounding,” I teased, bracing my hand on his chest, so I didn’t grasp ahold of his dick and start caressing him again. That was something I could get used to, and I most definitely should not get used to caressing him.
“And yours is absent,” he whispered, his brow raised for a moment until he dipped his head down for a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to find it and bring it back.”
“Self-confidence has to come from within, Brady,” I reminded him, even if my voice was breathy.
“You will be coming from within, Haylee. And when you’re done, and those muscles relax, you'll notice your self-confidence has fought its way back to the surface.”
“You really think taking a ride on your pole is going to do all that?”
“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.”