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  Having the right person on staff just means that I’ll be able to spend more time with Liv and Lance.

  I look up at him now and admire the strong set of his jaw, the way it’s peppered with stubble, and his incredibly kind eyes. Just looking at him distracts me and makes it difficult for me to concentrate, but before I can completely lose track of what we’re doing, we’re at my new storefront.

  It doesn’t look the same as it did yesterday.

  The work crew has been here for hours and has already done a ton of work. The old flooring is out and any damaged parts of the subfloor have been repaired. They’ve also started removing all of the old light fixtures and cleaning in the kitchen.

  As soon as we get my new appliances ordered and they’re delivered, the kitchen is going to be a baker’s dream. I can’t wait to mix up a big batch of dough in my commercial mixers and fire up the four ovens.

  Yes, I said it. Four. Ovens.

  And not one of them will have a squeaking door, I guarantee it.

  “Can we go in?” We’re stopped at one of the windows to peer in at the crew.

  “Of course, we can. It’s your bakery.” Lance pulls me by the hand, and we walk through the door. I’m immediately hit with the smell of cleaning supplies and sawdust and I inhale deeply.

  Outside the building, there are a bunch of people who have stopped and pressed their faces up against the window to see what’s going on. So far, I’ve heard a lot of chatter on the street, but nobody really knows what the plan for the storefront is.

  Now’s the time to set them all straight.

  Carefully, I unroll the tube of paper I’ve been carrying with me. This morning I called in a favor to a printer friend and they made me a gorgeous “Coming Soon” sign to hang in the window. It’s larger than I imagined, which means that people will be able to see it from far away.

  My new logo is featured on the sign and seeing my bakery name on it fills me with pride. I built this bakery from scratch, and knowing that I’m going to reach so many people once I get my location up and running is thrilling.

  Lance holds one end and we carefully tape it into the window.

  “Looks really good,” he tells me, wrapping his huge arms around me and pulling me in for a hug. “But it’s not the only thing that looks so good.”

  “Oh, yeah? The bakery isn’t up and running yet. What in the world could you be hungry for?”

  He growls in my ear and I get goosebumps from my head to my toes. There’s nothing like the guttural noises he makes to make me wet, and I press my curves against him.

  It’s like I forget that there’s an entire work crew in the space. They all ignore us and step around us, and I feel warming in my lower stomach.

  “I want you. Sweet cupcake, I want to lick you from head to toe.”

  “We don’t have to be here any longer,” I tease him, biting my lower lip and looking up at him. “If you want, we can go somewhere else.”

  His eyes darken and he slowly looks me up and down. Even though I’m wearing a heavy winter coat and hat, I feel completely naked in front of him.

  He’s taking in all of my curves, and from the look on his face, he likes what he sees.

  I shiver.

  “Cold?”

  “Hot. Get me out of here before I start stripping down.”

  “You’re for my eyes only, Maggie. You know that, or have I not been clear about that?”

  “You have,” I tell him, standing up on my tiptoes so that I can give him a cheek. “But it’s just that I’m so hot. I don’t know what to do about it.”

  “Oh, you’re asking for it now.” He glances around the store and I can tell that he’s thinking about where he could strip me down and take me against the wall, but there are too many people. It’s crawling with construction workers.

  “You want to put on a show?”

  “Not a damn chance. Come on, my place is closer.”

  With that, he grabs my hand and pulls me out the door, practically running down the street. My heart pounds as I run with him, but not because of how fast we’re walking. I’m in love with this man, and I want him to take me whenever and wherever he wants.

  And, right now, he really wants to.

  Chapter 17

  Lance

  My place is closer than Maggie’s, but I’m still not sure that I can make it. She’s next to me, and even though there’s two layers of clothes between us, I can practically feel the heat coming off of her body.

  I don’t know that I can wait to have her.

  I have to taste her.

  As soon as she shuts the door, I have her pinned against it, our thick winter coats holding us back. I growl in frustration and step back to rip mine from my body. Throwing it to the floor, I reach out for her. She’s slowly unzipping her coat, a sly smile on her lips.

  “You need to get naked. Now.”

  She grins at me but doesn’t pick up the pace.

  Frustrated, I turn her around and pick her up so that I can carry her down the hall. The entire way to my room, I nibble her ear and whisper to her the things I want to do to her.

  By the time we reach my bedroom, my cock is almost bursting out of my pants. The low throbbing has intensified, and I need her more than ever before.

  “Now, my future wife, I need you to get naked. I need to taste you, and then I need to bury myself in you.”

  “Say please.”

  My jaw drops as I look at her. “Seriously?”

  She slowly starts to zip her coat back up. My cock aches in my pants, needed to be freed.

  “Fine. Please. Get naked. Let me come in you. Let me suck your tits and clit until you shake and quake around me. Drench me in your juice, but first I need to be as deep in you as possible.”

  She unzips her coat at that and tosses it on the floor. “Well, when you put it that way,” she says, but I don’t let her finish.

  Crushing her mouth with mine, I claim her, kissing her harder than before. We stumble to the bed and I strip us both out of our clothes, taking my time when sliding my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

  She moans and bucks towards me, and I can smell her warm musk before I pull them down to her ankles. When she kicks them off, I grab her by the waist and toss her backwards onto the bed, climbing up on top of her.

  Her face is gorgeous and full of want, and I drop my head down to suck her nipples. They harden in my mouth immediately, the skin pebbling at my touch, and I moan, reaching down to stroke her wet lips.

  “Lance,” she murmurs into my mouth, and I catch my breath.

  There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe.

  Also, there’s nothing I won’t do to make her come.

  Slowly I trail a line of kisses down her belly and to her thighs, gently pressing them apart with my hands. She wraps her hand in my hair and pushes my head down. “Please.”

  I nip her inner thigh and then suck her clit as I stroke her with my fingers. She’s already so wet and ready for me, and she begins to thrust up into my face.

  “You going to come for me, baby?” I ask, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  “Ye-yes,” she manages, gasping.

  “Good girl.”

  I drop my head back down and suck her clit again while stroking inside her. Almost immediately I feel her muscles contracting and I stay steady, slowly helping her build her orgasm.

  “I’m going to come, don’t stop!” Her voice is loud in the quiet room. When I massage her inner thigh with my other hand, I feel her strangled gasp.

  “Don’t stop, Lance, don’t stop,” she begs.

  Suddenly I feel her muscles all contracting at once. Her legs straighten and tighten, and her muscles contract around my fingers. She arches her back, crying out my name, and I keep licking her clit, trying to hold her down with my hands.

  Her hips buck into my face, making it difficult for me to hold her.

  But I do. I keep stroking and licking her as she peaks and then comes back down, still s
haking, her hand still tight in my hair.

  “Holy shit, Lance,” she says, panting.

  I slide up next to her and kiss her deeply, wanting her to taste herself. She needs to know how incredible she tastes. I want her to know that I’d do anything to have her on my lips every single day.

  “You taste amazing. But I’m wondering,” I say, reaching down and grabbing my cock, “how you feel.”

  Her eyes grow wide when she looks down and sees that I’m holding my dick. “Give me that,” she says, sitting up. Her face and chest are flushed from her orgasm. “You got to taste me. It’s only fair if I get to taste you.”

  I debate for a moment, but then the thought of her gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock wins me over. She pushes me back and I fall onto the bed, my eyes wide as she slides down by my waist.

  “It’s just so big,” she says, slowly running her hands up and down my length. “But I think I can handle it.”

  I’m about to tell her that I know she can handle it when she bends down and licks my tip and suddenly I forget how to speak.

  Maggie

  There’s a shiny pearl of precum on the tip of Lance’s cock and I lick it off, enjoying the salty way that it tastes. His dick is huge, and I slowly start to lick it from base to tip, enjoying the way he growls deep in his throat when I reach the top.

  Carefully, I slide his cock into my mouth, and it fills me. I moan and he thrusts forward, making me gasp.

  “Oh, Maggie, I don’t know about this,” he says, and I slide his tip out of my mouth to look at him.

  “What’s wrong?” I’m absentmindedly stroking up and down his length with my hands.

  He has a pained expression on his face. “You just feel so damn good,” he manages. “I’m not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”

  “Keep doing what? This?” I lick the tip of his cock again, the smooth skin sliding easily under my tongue.

  He nods.

  I do it again, but this time I go slower, wanting to really make him want me. It works, but possibly better than I intended it to.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s sitting up and has me flipped over and on my back. Kneeling between my legs, he spreads them apart, his hands on my knees.

  “I need to be in you, Maggie.”

  His huge cock sticks straight up between us, and I can’t keep my eyes off of it. Even though I just came, I can feel my body wanting him. There’s a tight warm feeling low in my belly and an ache in my clit that I know he can satisfy.

  Positioning his cock at my entrance, he slowly pushes forward, and I gasp as he fills me. I wonder if every time with him is going to be like the first time.

  “You’re so tight, Maggie. God, you feel so good.”

  He settles himself into me and leans back, holding my hips down with his hands. I try to buck up, to make him move, but he sits still for a moment.

  “Now, Maggie Ward, I’m going to make you come again.”

  Slowly at first, he rocks into me, then picks up the pace, thrusting in and out but still holding my hips down to the bed. I can’t buck up to meet him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s angled perfectly, every stroke of his huge cock hitting the perfect spot.

  I can feel my orgasm building from my toes. The tingling grows as it travels through my body. Reaching out, I grab the sheet, twisting it in my hands as I bite my lip and close my eyes.

  “Look at me, Maggie,” he commands, and I wrench my eyes open to stare at him.

  Holy shit, he’s hot.

  He’s breathing hard as he controls himself, but I can tell that he’s close.

  “I’m going to come,” I whisper, my eyes still locked on his.

  All of the muscles in his torso twist as he thrusts into me.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he tells me. “Come for me, Maggie. Now.”

  I let myself relax and feel the overwhelming crash of my orgasm as it tears through my body, shattering me around him as I milk his cock. He cries out, throwing his head back, his fingers digging into my hips as he finds his own release.

  “I love you!” He shouts loud enough that I’m sure the neighbors hear, but I don’t care. I belong to Lance Parker, and I couldn’t be happier.

  Epilogue

  Lance

  “Are you sure that you want to do this? Don’t you think that you’d be able to relax and enjoy yourself more if you weren’t in charge of our wedding cake?”

  Maggie looks up long enough to glare at me but then drops her attention back down to the fondant flowers she’s making for our cake.

  “See, the problem with that is that I know what I want. Also, I’m the best baker in town. You’d rather me hire a subpar baker to handle our cake?”

  “Nope, not at all.” I shift closer to see what she’s working on. “We could have hired someone from out of town and then you wouldn’t be spending the last three days before our wedding working on the cake, that’s all.”

  She sighs and sets down her tools. Liv is at the end of the table playing with a piece of fondant that Maggie has given her to roll out and cut, and she sighs, too.

  Like mother, like daughter.

  “Lance. I appreciate your concern, and I know that you think I’m stressed, but the only thing that could possibly make me more stressed is if I allowed someone else to handle the baking for me. That would be worse. This,” she gestures around the table at all of her tools, bits of fondant, and gorgeous flowers she’s made so far, “this is nothing. This is art.”

  “Well, it looks amazing.” It really does. I had no idea that Maggie could make flowers like this, but as soon as we got engaged and she had the bakery up and running with extra help, she signed up to take a class in the next town over. It’s looking like it paid off.

  “Thanks.” She blows a strand of hair out of her face and picks up her tools again. “Besides, I think I’d like to start offering wedding cakes to my customers. They already know that everything I make is delicious, so if I can make it gorgeous as well then I’m sure to get some business.”

  “I’m just glad you’re happy.” I kiss her on the top of the head then walk around the table to plant a kiss on Liv’s head. “Don’t let your mom work too hard, okay?”

  She grins at me and gives me a thumbs-up before studiously working on her bit of fondant again.

  I’m half tempted to stay and watch Maggie work, just because it gives me a great opportunity to watch her, but just then I hear the front door open. Maggie’s brother, Alex, is supposed to be flying in from Europe before the wedding, but nobody knows exactly when.

  It’s not Alex standing in the kitchen, though. It’s Julie.

  “Hey, brother,” she says, reaching out to give me a hug. Gratefully, I step forward and wrap my arms around her. She and I have worked hard on our relationship since Maggie and I got engaged eight months ago. While I know that we have years to keep working and a long way to go, it’s really nice to have her back in my life.

  “You here to help on the cake?” She hands me a bottle of soda and I gratefully twist off the cap and take a long drink. Hemingway hears the sound of the cap falling onto the counter and comes shooting into the kitchen, meowing at me and winding his way around my feet.

  “Not a chance. Maggie has forbidden me from touching it, so I’m staying as far away as possible. I just came from Blue Sky to check up on Bridgette. She’s doing great, and all of the customers are so excited for you two.”

  Bridgette came into Maggie’s life just when she needed her and has been an incredible help with getting the new bakery up and running. She’s smart, no-nonsense, and seems to know exactly what Maggie needs, often before Maggie does.

  If it weren’t for Bridgette, I think my future wife would be going absolutely insane right now.

  “Thanks for checking up on it.” I tilt my bottle towards her and we cheers over Hemingway’s head, who is now sitting up on his haunches and batting at my legs. I studiously ignore him.

  “Yep. Now I’m off to pick
up our dresses and your tux. Maid of honor duties never end, did you know that? Mark my words, when I get married, I’m going to elope.”

  “You know that Maggie would never let that happen.” I grin as I think about Julie and Maggie trying to hash out the details of her wedding.

  “She wouldn’t know until it was too late.” Grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter, she sighs. “Alright, boys, I’m out.” She gives me a wave and pats Hemingway on the head before going back out the door.

  It slams shut behind her and I wander back into the cake decorating room.

  “Lance, if you’re going to keep staring at me like this then you’re going to have to help decorate,” Maggie warns after I’ve been watching her for a while.

  “Okay, I’m out. See you girls.” Grabbing a book from the kitchen counter, I head out onto the front porch to read. Once out there, I’m surprised to see Maggie’s mom doing the same thing.

  “You hiding out here?” I ask her, sitting down in a rocking chair next to her.

  “Hiding from my daughter three days before her wedding? You better believe it. And if you’re a smart man, you’ll hide too. Cookie?” She holds out a plate and I take one.

  Reading a good book and eating cookies while the woman of my dreams prepares for our wedding? It could definitely be worse.

  Maggie

  Tomorrow’s the big day, and I’m all ready to get married. The only thing missing is Alex. I check my phone again and then drum my fingers on the table until Lance looks at me and I stop.

  “Sorry, I just thought that he’d be in by now. Or would call. Something.”

  “He probably got confused and is at the bakery looking for you.”

  I shoot him a look. “My brother? Confused? He’s got his own thing going on, sure, but he’s definitely not confused.”

  Alex is probably the most driven man that I’ve ever met. When he wants something he won’t stop until he gets it. That’s why I’m not surprised that he’s never gotten married. He moved to Europe right after college and started his own company repairing motorcycles.