“Stop talking and take me to bed,” she demanded as she swatted my ass.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
We left a trail of clothes from the front door to her bedroom. I wasn’t even positive we shut the interior apartment door. But I didn’t give a fuck, because I was buried deep inside the woman I loved.
“God, yes!” she cried out as I pounded into her from behind. There was a blush-colored handprint on her ass that I freaking adored.
I chased after my climax when I felt her walls tighten around my shaft. And when we both exploded, I twisted our bodies so that I cradled her on top of the sheets. She didn’t try to cover up.
“That was… so good.” There was no choice but hard and fast. We had time to make up for.
“I fucking love your pussy.”
“Just my pussy?” she asked, turning over to face me, a mischievous grin curving her lips.
“No. I loveyou, Alexandra. All of you.”
“Well, now.” Alex lifted her body and swung one leg over my hips. I settled onto my back as she reached down and gripped my hardening cock in her hand, aligning it with her entrance. “I think that earns you some slow and steady.”
She slid down, inch by glorious inch. “Yes. I love slow and steady,” I bit out as she swirled her hips.
“And I love you.” Alex leaned forward, her hands braced on my chest, and pressed her lips against mine. Then she showed me how much she loved slow and steady too.
***
The grand opening had been the only reason Alex and I left the bedroom over the next five days. Marisol and the Easterly sisters all understood our need to spend some time catching up and offered to babysit the twins while we worked, or made love, sometimes both.
When the custom sign I ordered with the help of Aspen and Andrew arrived, I thought Alex was going to have a fit. They installed it the evening I arrived back in Ashfield, and when I showed Alex the next morning, she punched me in the bicep, which was harder than I expected, but then she cried into my shoulder. She said it was the most beautiful sign she’d ever seen.
Her plan had been to use the window decals until the shop was financially in the black and could set some money aside for an outside sign that lit up. It was my gift to her, since I knew she would never let me pay off her loan.
Yet, at least.
On the day of the grand opening, we woke before dawn to get things ready to start baking. She had the recipes down to a science and knew exactly how long everything would take. The single servings were a great idea, because it made the cakes go a lot further. She described them like cake pops, but rectangular and not on a stick.
The entire family chipped in that morning, and when the doors opened, no one was surprised to find a line curving around the building, eagerly anticipating a piece of heaven.
Tatiana even made an appearance, to Alex’s shock. And she loved the rose cake Alex concocted after their session together the week before. She simply called it the ballet cake.
After just a month, Show-Stopping Sweets was already a major success. The local restaurants were eager to serve her cakes on their menu. Roland McEntire was so impressed with the desserts that he mentioned them to one of his cohorts at The Food Channel. Alex wasn’t keen on being on television, but she appreciated the gesture all the same.
I came up behind her as she was wiping down the counter after the noon rush. The shop closed at 3:00 p.m. unless someone requested a later pick-up for a custom cake.
“You amaze me.”
“Aw, thanks, babe. I still can’t believe the shop is doing so well. And with the custom orders coming in, I’m really going to have to consider hiring another baker.”
I began untying her apron and slipped my hands under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. “It’s a good problem to have,” I murmured. “Now, come with me. I have something to show you.”
I never tired of seeing her smile, and as she spun around, I knew I’d do whatever I could to keep that look on her face. I hoped where I was taking her would do just that. Alex removed her custom apron and hung it on a hook next to Molly and Eloise’s matching ones. The mini aprons had been gifts for their birthday along with their own baking utensils. The girls loved coming into the shop and helping.
I hurried Alex to my SUV and allowed her to mess with the dial that adjusted the radio. I was too nervous to listen to whatever was playing.
The sun was shining brightly, and soon the chill of fall would cascade over the town. You could almost smell it in the air.
The bed-and-breakfast came into view, and I took the new gravel drive just past it that had been cut through and laid a week ago.
“Oh, are we going to the property?”
