Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Mackenna takes the pleasure I dole out by burying her nails into my back, dragging them down toward my waist while pulling me closer. I give her what her body is begging for—long, deliberate, deep strokes of satisfaction that have her coming all over me.
The sounds of our bodies moving together echo around the room, and I'm so close, I try to shift my mind to perfecting drink recipes to hold onto my erection for as long as possible. Croissants aren't sexy, but the intense pleasure rippling through my body is too much to forget.
I can't get my mind out of this moment, and seeing Mackenna's face as we move through each of her orgasms has me proud to be inside of her. The grunts coming out of me encourage her body to buck against mine. What started off as slow and methodical shifts into wild abandon.
I pull my cock out of her and flip Mackenna onto her hands and knees. With her ass in the air, I dip back inside her pussy with a loud slap of her ass cheeks. Our skin slapping against each other boosts my speed. She can't keep quiet, and neither can I.
I reach forward to wrap her hair around my hand. I yank back, and her mouth opens. My mouth claims hers in a kiss that silences her cries while I pump in and out of her until my climax washes over me.
5
MACKENNA
The way Dean owns my climax has my mind reeling with regret for not having him in my life this way sooner. It's overwhelming how well we fit together. My eyes are heavy and ready to sleep, but I can't stop the disappointment from washing over me. I wish we could go all night.
The feeling passes as we curl into each other, where the food, wine, and sex have us practically comatose until the sun rises alongside Dean's blazing alarm clock. I groan, stretch, and yawn before turning over to see he's already sitting on the edge of the bed. The muscles in his back stand out, flexing and contracting as he pushes himself to his feet.
Quietly watching Dean start his day feels intrusive, but he moves with purpose, and I just want to yank the blankets back over my head to return to my dreamless sleep.
"Good morning," I whisper, sleep still coating my voice.
"Good morning, Mackenna." He licks his lips, raises a brow, and drags his gaze down my body. It's only then I notice my nakedness on full display. My nipples perk as my center pulses with waking desire. He moans while adjusting his growing hardness. "I'll never get to work with you lying here like this."
"So don't go," I chuckle. "Or at least, go in a little late."
He shakes his head. "I'm already short-staffed. I'm supposed to have someone filling in at the bar and want to be there when they show up. That means making sure that the bakery is set up to run without me for a few hours, without you stepping in to work for me."
I giggle. "Fine, don't use me or my special talents."
"Oh, I'll get to you soon enough," he says, biting his lower lip before disappearing into the bathroom.
As much as I want to lounge around his place all day, I'm happy to know I have work to do. It reminds me of something else I have in mind for the future of Dean's businesses.
"What do you think about bringing Rye into this?" I ask him once we're sitting in his kitchen, sipping coffee and getting ready to head out for the day.
"Your sister, Mariah?" He taps a finger on the counter. "What do you have in mind?"
"With the wonderful things you can do with ice cream and cakes, I'm thinking of a collaboration that can expand both of your fan bases. You'd save time by not preparing your own ice cream. And it's not as complicated as trying to invent creative cocktails to pair with your desserts."
"I like what I'm hearing so far."
Excitement ripples through me. "Great. I can reach out to her today and figure out a few things. Off the top of my head—"
"I'd rather you sit on top of mine."
I move closer to him, loving how we can just be together. As soon as I'm within arm's reach, he pulls me in for a kiss. The warmth of his embrace, coupled with the softness of his lips against mine, threatens to keep us in his house even though we both need to get out of here.
When Dean's tongue passes over mine, the vibration of my moans collides with his own sounds of sexual anticipation. We're unstoppable as he lowers his mouth to my neck while his hands work their way under my shirt to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, drawing a whimper out of me before I slide my hand into his jeans to grip his growing cock.