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I tossed my gear in the back of my Jeep and peeled out of the Airfield parking lot. After a two-week road trip where almost nothing had gone right, all I wanted was to take a hot shower, to see Jane, and to sleep in my own bed. Preferably with her beside me, but between Ethan and Chad, that wasn’t going to happen. Sneaking around on Raine to grab the occasional video chat wasn’t enough. I missed just talking to her, never mind touching her.

The clock on my dash read just after six, so the bakery would be closed to customers, but Jane might still be there closing up. If I hurried, I could catch her there alone. I was uncomfortable sneaking around, but her desire to protect Ethan made sense, and Chad could cause me problems with both the Fliers and the Vancouver club. Even being banished from baseball, he still had friends in the sport. If he decided to bad-mouth me, tell people I wasn’t a team player or that I was toxic in a clubhouse, he might screw up my chances of a comeback. I pressed the accelerator to the floor, racing to get back to Jane.

The bakery window was dark when I drove past it, and I didn’t see any light coming through the windows from the back. Damn. She must have left already. My disappointment vanished when I turned the corner to head for home and spotted Jane’s truck in the back parking lot. This thing between us was supposed to be just for fun, but I couldn’t get enough of her. The thought of burying myself balls deep in her had me hard and throbbing like a teenager.

I parked my Jeep and jogged to the door, finding it unlocked. I’d give her hell for leaving it unlocked later. Right now, it let me sneak in without her hearing me. I slipped inside and scanned the kitchen, spotting her bending over one of the long stainless steel counters she used for rolling dough. Her black yoga pants were stretched tight over her delectable ass, hugging every curve as it wiggled to the beat of the music playing, Alanis Morissette’s classic “Ironic.”

I moved quietly, my rubber-soled shoes silent against the bakery’s tile floors. When I was a few feet away, I stopped and leaned against the table behind her, crossing my arms over my chest. I wanted to surprise her, not give her a jump scare. I cleared my throat.

Jane swung around, eyes going wide before she launched herself at me. “What are you doing here?”

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down to meet her lips. They tasted like strawberry from the lip gloss I knew was her favourite, and her skin still carried the scent of cinnamon and sugar from whatever she had baked earlier.

The press of her warm curves had me aching to strip off her clothes and bury myself in her. This was what I’d wanted while I was gone. Sneaking in a video call around my road roommate and her hiding from Ethan and Brooke had done nothing to take off the edge. If anything, it had reinforced how much I cared about Jane, and that added a layer of complication to whatever this was.

I tugged the knot tying the apron around her waist, gliding my hands over the silken skin of her back once it was undone. My cock was swollen and throbbing insistently against her belly.

“It’s so good to see you,” I groaned between frantic kisses. “I wanted to see you alone, wanted this, before I had to pretend to be your platonic roommate again.”

Jane’s frustrated whimper mirrored my own. Her cheeks were flushed, desire burning in her eyes. “I want you.”

“I want you, too, but when? I could get a hotel, but what excuse do you want to give the kids? What if someone in town sees us together?” I’d been tempted to book a room for us, but Red Rock was small, and I got a lot of attention. Sneaking Jane into a hotel room in town felt wrong. With both of us needing to be at the park for a day game tomorrow, we couldn’t go to Calgary for the night.

Jane was shaking her head before I finished listing the reasons we couldn’t. “I want you. Now.”

Her words, the ache in her voice, went straight to my cock, bringing me to an edge I hadn’t felt in years. I ached to be inside her. Here in the bakery? That added an extra edge. This was a new side of her, forceful and demanding. I liked it. “Tell me what you want.”

Jane bit her lip, then sucked in an audible breath before locking eyes with me again. Desire burned there, driving my own need even higher. The sheer want in her expression made me weak—I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at me like that. She looked like she wanted to devour me.

“Get down on your knees. Bury your face between my thighs, and don’t stop until I come all over your face. Once I’ve done that? Turn me over and fuck me so hard I can’t walk. Can you do that for me?”

I was on my knees and yanking her pants down before she finished the question. Could I do that? My cock was bursting in my jeans, every dirty word that came out of her mouth making me harder and wilder. I had no idea she had this side to her, and I was dying to find out what other sexy demands she might make. Whatever they were, I was game.

Jane toed off her shoes so I could peel her pants all the way down, taking her panties with them. She stripped off her apron and tossed it aside. I stood only long enough to lift her onto the steel counter, then dropped back down between her legs. I’d gone to sleep most nights fantasizing about being right here, and now that I was, I wanted it to last. I nuzzled her inner thigh, slowly dragging my lips over her warm flesh, savouring how she trembled and quivered under my touch. Her legs fell farther apart, opening fully for me, her folds glistening with wetness. The delicious scent of her arousal was unmistakable.

I glided my tongue along the length of her slit, caressing the edge without penetrating, teasing her slowly. She tasted the way she smelled, musky with a hint of sweetness. Another slow stroke of my tongue, and she was squirming, urging me to give her more. My cock throbbed insistently against my jeans, aching to be sheathed inside her.

“Carter.”

My name came out as a breathy moan, her raw need sending a jolt straight to my cock. I dragged my index finger along her seam, coating it in moisture. I ran the pad of my finger over her clit firmly, drawing a shriek from her. She edged her hips forward, wordlessly demanding more. I teased her, pulling my finger away and sucking her wetness off it as she watched. I wanted to make her as wild as she was making me.

“Do you want this?” I rubbed my finger over her clit again, dragging another cry from her. “Or this?”

I replaced my hand with my mouth and sucked her clit, using my tongue to tease the tight bud until her legs trembled against my face.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I held her thigh with one hand, my fingers pressing deep into her soft flesh. She felt like perfection under my fingers, and I was fighting my own need, aching for release, but I wanted to give her everything she was asking for. I slowly pushed my already-wet finger into her, her heat enveloping it, pulling it in deeper. I eased a second finger in, still working her clit relentlessly. She wanted to come on my face? I was going to make sure she got exactly what she asked for.

I dragged my fingers along her channel, and she squeezed around them. My cock pressed painfully against my zipper, and I resisted the urge to take myself in my hand to find some relief.

I pulled my mouth away from her clit and brushed my thumb over it, dragging over it again and again as I thrust my fingers into her with more pressure. I could feel how close she was, hot and pulsing around me. Just as she was about to come, I pulled my thumb back and closed my mouth over her, scraping my teeth over her clit. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers and a rush of wetness coated my chin as she cried out. Her cries stoked my desire, driving me to find my own satisfaction, but I wouldn’t give in until I’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her first. I sucked more, working to draw her orgasm out longer, and build her up for another one. I wanted her to come again when I was inside her.

As her pussy stopped spasming, I eased the pressure on her clit, stroking it gently with my tongue to ease her down. I withdrew my fingers and slowly licked her juices off them, her eyes locked on me as I savoured every drop. I wanted this to last, for her to remember it and think of me when I was on the road, like I would think of her. “Turn over.”

I helped her slide down and turned her so she was bent over. Her ass was beautiful, generous and round, begging for my hand. The angle was perfect for exposing her glistening pussy, dark pink with arousal and ready to be fucked. I had to be inside her now.

I unfastened my pants, pulling a condom from the pocket before dropping them to the floor. My cock was as hard as iron as I rolled the condom over it. My balls were tight and aching, desperate to be buried in Jane’s wet heat.