Ariel giggled. “Um, I think that might be a health code violation.”
“I promise to lick up all the evidence,” I murmured, my hand slipping down to cup an ass cheek and holding her close while I pressed my cock into the heat between her thighs.
Ariel moaned, and I gritted my teeth as I strained to keep from taking things further. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to eat your pussy in our house,” I promised with a growl. “Then you’re going to take my cock between your sexy lips and suck me off in our shower, before I fuck a couple of mind-blowing orgasms out of you in our bed.”
She whimpered and shifted restlessly, her legs squeezing together. “You want that. Don’t you, baby? Does it make you wet?” Ariel moaned again and nodded. “You need me to relieve the ache, little mermaid?”
“Please,” she begged breathlessly.
“I’ll always give you anything you want, baby,” I told her honestly as I rolled her to her back. With soft kisses on her skin, I worked my way down to her pussy. By the time I was done taking care of her needs, she’d passed out in a deep sleep. I crawled up and curled myself around her before doing the same.
Chapter 7
Ariel
Dragging myself out of bed the next morning was more difficult than normal. Maddox’s bed was comfier than mine, which probably had a lot to do with having his muscular body wrapped around me. And, I was sore in places that made me blush, particularly between my legs. But knowing I had two brides depending on me to give them their dream cakes helped to get me moving. So did the four cups of coffee and three ibuprofen that I’d downed as soon as I’d gotten to the bakery.
Baking probably didn’t seem like a physical job to most people, but it was. Working on my feet, lifting ingredients and pans, and hefting five-tier wedding cakes around kept me in pretty good shape. Or at least I thought it had until I spent the night with Maddox and used muscles I never knew existed before. We’d only had sex once, but it was almost like I could still feel him deep inside of me hours later.
After I put the finishing touches on the first cake that needed to be done tonight, I arched my back and twisted around in an attempt to work out some of the kinks. There wasn’t anything I could do about the slight ache that remained in my pussy, but at least it helped with my lower back. As the muscles started to loosen, a low moan bubbled up my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” Maddox groaned from behind me, making me twirl around in surprise. “You can’t make sounds like that unless you want me to toss you on that counter and fuck those mind-blowing orgasms I mentioned earlier out of you here instead of waiting until we’re in our bed tonight.”
His eyes darkened to an inky blue as they swept down my body, taking in the frilly, black and white apron I was wearing. Aurora had gotten it for me for my birthday last year, more as a gag gift since it had a retro vibe going on and didn’t look like something a professional baker would wear to work. But I’d fallen in love with how pretty I felt while wearing it and had bought myself six more so I had one for every day of the week.
It turned out to be a decision I was thanking my lucky stars for as I stood in front of the sexiest guy I’d ever met since it was a heck of a lot better looking than the boring white one I used to wear. He looked like he was about to devour me whole.
Maddox was in another tight, black shirt with the Ink Addiction logo, along with a pair of well-worn, light blue jeans that looked like he’d owned them for about a dozen years and beat-up, black leather motorcycle boots. His dark hair was ruffled, and it reminded me of how it looked after I’d had my fingers buried in it while his mouth and fingers worked their magic on me.
Just seeing him stand there made it difficult for me to focus on what he said. It wasn’t until his lips curved up in a knowing grin that I shook my head and forced myself to concentrate. “You can’t do that. Health codes, remember?”
“Possible health code violations didn’t stop us at my tattoo parlor yesterday.” He backed me up against the counter and dropped the white paper bag he was holding on it before wrapping his large hands around my waist. “And I’m going to lick up all the evidence anyway.”
With Maddox around, I probably needed to stock up on extra panties instead of aprons because mine had basically just spontaneously combusted. Again. I was zero for two in the keeping-my-panties-dry game, something he was about to find out for himself as he lifted me up and settled me on the counter.