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“Oh, you’re asking for it, curvy.” I move my hand between her legs, and hike up her thigh, so she can feel every inch of my pulsing cock as she presses against me. She whimpers, dry humping me through our clothes, raking her fingers through my hair, breathlessly nipping and kissing me.

All my blood goes south.

All the boundaries we set, opposite sides of the bed, no touching below the waist, don’t exist. The rules are gone.

She gasps as I drag my lips along her jawline, down her neck, tasting salt, vanilla, and fucking heaven. The apron I’m still wearing is in the way, so I rip it off and toss it across the kitchen without breaking contact with her lips.

“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against her mouth, giving her one last chance. “Say it now because there’s no going back. I can’t fucking take wanting you so much.”

Her eyes flutter open, those impossible eyes that have been haunting me since the second she walked into my life lock on mine with an intensity I haven’t seen before. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I have no intentions of putting on the brakes. Hell, after a few days with you, my brakes are shot. I can’t even find park.” I tease, brushing the corners of her mouth with my lips. If I had any sense, I’d at least slow down. We’re in my mother’s bakery, for Christ’s sake, but at this point, I’m too far gone to give a fuck. Lila’s mine.

I kiss her again, slower this time, relishing her taste and the feel of her curves under my hands. When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, there’s something you need to know.”

She narrows her eyes, tilting her head in confusion.

“Your pie is going to win tomorrow, and not because of any deal or me distracting the judges. You’re an incredible baker, Lila. You put your whole heart into whatever you make, and everyone can feel it and taste it. That pie we worked on, number 3 is the best I’ve ever tasted. No one will even come close.”

Tears well in her eyes. “You mean that?”

“Every word.” I brush my thumb across her cheekbone. “You’re not a pariah, Lila. You’re a goddamn artist, and don’t let anyone tell you different.” I slip my hands up under her sweater, feeling the heat from her soft skin beneath my fingers. She’s trembling, and my blood is turning to fucking fire as I trace the underside of her breasts with my thumb. “You’ve been driving me crazy from day one, curvy.” I catch her earlobe between my teeth, and drop my mouth to her neck to suck her warm luscious skin. She tips her head back and makes a small, desperate sound that shoots straight to my balls. “Every time you bent over that counter in this low-cut sweater, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I jacked off to the thought of touching you in the shower this morning, and now I get to take it off.” She drops her gaze to my aching erection where my dick is about to bust through my zipper, then grabs the hem of her sweater and lifts it over her head.

My mouth goes dry at the sight. Fuck is she hot. So soft and full and feminine, with those sweet, sweet nipples poking through the lace. I yank her curves flush against me and kiss her rougher, harder, until she’s gasping and humping my thigh.

“So fucking beautiful.” I groan, drop to my knees and suck one of her nipples into my mouth through the fabric, teasing her, making it longer and harder. The breathy, needy sounds she’s making are going to be the death of me. I keep the pressure of my mouth tight around her nipple and move my hand to her back and unclasp her bra.

When it falls away, I pause to drink her in, memorizing every lush curve, every freckle, every detail. Her breasts spill past my palms, soft and heavy. I grunt, “You were made for me,” and latch onto her, sucking hard, swirling my needy tongue around her tipped rosy bud. She arches against me, digging her fingers into my shoulders, gasping my name, pressing her breast against my mouth. I take my time with each, until her legs are trembling and I’m leaking come.

“Curvy,” I whisper. “You’re fucking mine.”

“Gideon,” she pants, letting her head fall back as I trail a path down her soft stomach to her waistband with my mouth.

I could inhale this woman. “About that pie,” I murmur against the button of her jeans.

“Please …” She’s breathing so hard she can barely get the words out, “I’m not worried anymore.”

“About leaving?”

“I don’t care about anything but this.”

“It’s about fucking time.” I rise from my knees just to be sure and cup her sweet face in both palms, tilting her head up to meet her eyes. “You do realize, no one will ever fuck you the way I will. No one else gets to have you like this.” I capture her lips, and pull her close, ravaging her mouth. I’m ready to rip her damn clothes off as I tuck my fingers down the front of her jeans, and slide them over the wet heat of her silky panties.

She makes an hmm, broken little sound, and rocks her hips forward.

“Do you like it when I taste you, baby? I’m going to fuck you everywhere.” My voice goes rough when I sneak under the side, at the crotch of her panties and feel how wet she is for me. “You don’t seem too concerned about me staying on my side anymore.” I moan, dipping a finger in her slick cream and spread it over her clit.

She gasps, “I don’t want there to be anything between us anymore,” she says from her throat between pants. “You see me. Nobody else has. I trust you.” She grabs my neck, yanks me down closer, for a needy wet kiss until we’re groping each other, begging for more.

When I drop to my knees in front of her, Lila’s eyes widen as I reach for the button of her pants.

“Gideon, what are you—”

“Shh,” I whisper, sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. She steps out of them with her knees wobbling, and the scent of her arousal hits me full force. I breathe her in, running my palms up her smooth calves, over her thighs to grip her hips. Soft and voluptuous, just how I dreamed she’d be. It’s like I’ve won the damn lottery.

“Gideon,” she says softly, tangling her fingers in my hair as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “We’re in your mother’s bakery.”

“Really? Hadn’t noticed,” I mumble distractedly, moving to her other leg with a kiss and a lick. She tugs at my hair and I peer up at her swollen lips and dark, lust-glazed fuck-me eyes. “The door’s locked. Everyone’s long gone.”