Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

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.

“You do that a lot.” My voice was breathy as he moved to stand between my legs.

His hands glided up my legs and under the edge of my apron. “Do what, baby?”

“Put me where you want me.” He kissed his way up my neck, and my head fell back to give him better access.

He yanked me to the edge of the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed his hard length against my core. “If I had you where I wanted you right now, you’d be naked and bouncing on my cock.”

“Oh.” My womb clenched in need, my legs tightening around him.

“I’m dying to see your mouth wrapped around me.” His thumb swept over my rounded lips. “But that’s going to have to wait until later because we both have a shit ton to do today.”

I’d never given anyone a blowjob before, but just thinking about having him in my mouth made me hungry for it. My tongue flicked out to wet my lips, making him groan when it touched his skin.

“You’re getting wet just thinking about it. Aren’t you, baby?” His hand drifted down to cup my pussy. “It feels like I underestimated your need. You’re not just wet, you’re drenched.”

“The door,” I panted, not wanting anyone to come in and interrupt us now that he’d gotten me all hot and bothered.

“I already flipped the lock when I came in,” he reassured me. “You don’t need to worry when you’re with me, Ariel. I’d never let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?”