“I’m building boxes,” I said.
“Don’t turn it into something perverted,” she said.
“Only when I’m near you do I want to be a pervert, babe,” I called out.
Ember laughed.
Emily blushed again. “I hate you, Liam.”
“I don’t have any alcohol here,” Emily said as she handed me a cup.
“What is this? Apple juice?”
“Pretend it’s whiskey.”
“Right,” I said.
“Thanks for being here today,” she said.
“I didn’t come by here to work,” I said. “But I’m glad I could help.”
“I wouldn’t call it help,” she said.
I pushed from the wall and walked my apple juice cup to the stainless-steel counter and put it down.
As I started to look around, Emily said, “Tell you what, Liam. One of these days when you need a hand, I’ll work in your office. And when you hand me some legal stuff, I’ll draw dicks all over it.”
“You wrote the word clit.”
“It was Colette.”
“Why didn’t you just write Nicolette?”
“I have a system.”
“Your system sucks, babe.”
“You can’t read, Liam,” she said.
“Or maybe… I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I moved closer to her. “Yeah. Looking at you behind the counter. Taking orders. Running a business. I mean, look at this place. It’s an instant fantasy, right?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Emily said. “We’re not that close yet.”
“So, what? You have to get to the third date before you bring a guy back here to fuck him?”
“Fourth date,” Emily said.
“What about two decades of waiting?” I whispered.
“Yeah… that might… work…”
I touched Emily’s hand and moved her cup to the counter too.
My hands touched the front of her pants.
I opened them and slid my hands along her waist, slowly pushing both her pants and panties down…
“You didn’t ask about cameras, Liam,” Emily whispered.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you?”
“I can’t figure out if I actually like you or hate you.”
“You can hate me but I know you like my cock,” I said.
Emily bit her lip.
She wasn’t used to someone talking to her like that.
I didn’t care one bit.
Emily hurried to step out of her shoes.
I eased her pants and panties down to her knees and ran my fingertips up her legs.
She wiggled her way out of the lower half of her clothing.
“Tell me something, babe… first time?”
“I’m not answering that,” she said. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”
My hands moved around to her ass and I picked her up.
When I sat her down, she let out a little cry.
“Cold,” she whispered and smiled.
“Then let’s warm you up,” I said.
She opened her legs and I looked down at her.
Naked from the waist down - except her socks were still on.
I smiled.
“What’s so funny, Liam?”
“Nothing, babe,” I said. “Nothing.”
I moved my eyes to hers then I moved my lips to hers.
The second I started kissing her, she leaned back and wrapped her legs around me.
I had always dreamed of Emily being sexual like this.
She always showed herself as calm, tame, and with a touch of innocence. But there was nothing innocent about what we were going to do on the counter in the back of her bakery.
I kissed her like I did the night before. The way a woman should be kissed.
I reached between my legs and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.
Emily then started to laugh.
I broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe you shouted clit to everyone,” she said. “Over and over.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I would have been mortified.”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Not even me?”
“Babe, I’m holding my cock in my hand, rock hard, and your pussy is soaked, ready for me. Do you really want to talk about life?”
“What if I said yes?” Emily teased.
“Then I’d distract you.”
“How so?”
I grabbed her right hand and put it to my cock.
Emily swallowed hard and bit her lip.
She nodded. “Okay… you win…”
She pulled and I moved toward her.
As I sank myself deep into her body, I put my forehead to hers.
Our eyes locked tighter than her pussy around my shaft.
I thrust and took myself to the hilt. And I paused for a few seconds.
She throbbed.
My heart raced.
She leaned back some more on the counter and flickered just the smallest of a vixen smile.
My hands grabbed her curved hips.
And we made something entirely new that the bakery had never seen before.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Emily
I shut my eyes and threw my arms around Liam’s shoulders.
His hands slipped between my ass and the stainless-steel counter.
He lifted me up, still pumping his body with speed and force.
The sounds of our breathing echoed around, mixing with the sound of his body colliding with mine.
“Come for me again, babe,” he growled into my ear. “Come right now so we can finish together.”
I locked my ankles around his body and just held on as he moved fast, building himself into coming. I didn’t think Liam could get any bigger, but as he swelled up… it was…
“Ah,” I managed to whimper in the last two seconds leading up to him climaxing.
He pulled me down hard against him.
That first throb of him…
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Yeah, babe, I know,” he whispered.
I started to come again.
In the back of my bakery.
In the arms of Liam.
With my life being thrown all around me in pieces.
I stood near the side of the stage.
Liam leaned over my guitar and kissed my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em.”
“I think you’re just drunk,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sure I’m drunk,” he said. “But you’re still beautiful.”
“Promise me something, Liam.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t get up on stage and sing tonight,” I said.
He laughed and then he kissed me on the lips.
In public.
Not that many people could see us or knew who we were.
The music club scene was still new to me. And it was a far cry from anyone Liam knew too.
Ernie got up on stage and announced my name, along with Carla and Faye’s.
They were right there, walking by me, looking sexy with big smiles.
Carla glanced at Liam, then me, then she winked.