My back straightens as my breath catches. He’s looking at me like he’s going to jump my bones right here, right now.
It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It excites me. I can feel my nipples hardening, my pussy pulsing with need. I want him to try my cherry pie. I want him to devour it.
The door swings open, rattling the bell and stealing my man’s attention away from me.
“Charlotte Oberman?” a man says as he walks in.
I turn around and dread fills me when I see him raise his camera. That rapid-fire clicking fills the bakery as he shouts questions at me.
“Have you talked to your father? What are you doing here in Bridgeworth Pines? Is this your new place of employment?”
I cover my face as Malcolm explodes out of his seat with a growl. He flies across the dining room and grabs the guy by the throat.
I gasp as he slams him against the wall so hard that a picture falls and the glass breaks.
“You’re harassing my girl?” he roars. “You’re taking pictures of her?”
The man’s eyes are as wide as danishes as Malcolm pins him against the wall by the throat. His mouth keeps opening and closing like a fish out of water, desperate for air.
“You ever come here again,” he hisses in his face. “And I’ll kill you. Tell all of your asshole friends too. Charlotte Oberman is off-limits. She’s under my protection. You got that?”
The man nods desperately as Malcolm squeezes his throat.
“Good,” Malcolm says. He holds him for a few more seconds before finally dropping him. The man crumples to the floor, grabbing his throat and gasping for air.
I watch in stunned silence. There is so much to process.
He called me his girl. He fought someone for me. He said I’m under his protection.
No one has ever stood up for me like that before. Ever.
My mind is swirling with a million thoughts and emotions as the man grabs his camera and scrambles to leave.
“No,” Malcolm says as he grabs the camera out of the guy’s hands. He takes out the memory card and snaps it in half. “You’re not harassing innocent girls anymore, so you don’t need this. Right?”
The guy watches in disbelief as Malcolm smashes the camera on the ground.
“You come back here again and it will be your head I’ll be smashing next. Don’t fucking test me when it comes to my girl.”
Malcolm’s possessiveness fills the bakery and swirls all around me, drawing me in, gripping me, enthralling me, turning me on like never before.
I watch with heat blooming inside of me as the man flees the bakery with Malcolm following him out.
My heart is hammering as I watch him through the windows, big shoulders squared and looking intimidating as fuck. All for me.
When he’s sure the guy is gone for good, he comes back in, breathing heavily and looking at me with a look of ownership in his fierce green eyes. I want to sink into that look forever.
“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out as he runs a hand through his dark hair.
He stares at me for a long moment until the air charges with heat and my body tingles all over.
“I told you that I’m taking care of you now, Charlotte,” he says in a low seductive voice. “You’re mine to protect.”
I’m his alright.
That’s for fucking sure.
CHAPTER SIX
Malcolm
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It’s getting harder and harder to work when my mind is completely focused on the beauty beside me.
I slide the rolled dough over to Charlotte and she smiles shyly at me before digging the heart-shaped cookie cutters into it.
My eyes are all over her as she pulls the cookies out and places them on the baking tray. I love her hands. They’re so cute and tiny, but sensual and sexy at the same time. I want to see them sliding over my naked body. I want to feel them wrapping around my hard cock.
I nearly groan from the tempting image.
It’s been over a week since she first stepped foot into the bakery and I haven’t been able to shake her from my mind since. I’m obsessed with her. If I don’t have her soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. It’s going to break me.
“These are so cute,” she says as she looks at the tray of cookies that are already decorated. She picks a pink one up that says You’re Mine and smiles. “Did you make this one?”
“I did.” For you. They’re all for you.
She giggles as she puts it back and the delightful sound of her carefree innocence sends a jolt to my cock. I shift to the side as I feel it hardening into an erection. I’m always hard around her. My balls ache and my cock throbs by the time I get home, but no matter how many times I jerk off, it doesn’t do a damn thing. I’m not going to have any sense of relief until I plunge my dick into her tight little pussy. I just know it.