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“I want rainbow sprinkles, too!”
I look to my left and grin at Justin, Kristina Alexander’s son. There’s hope in his eyes as he watches me.
“Will you help her find them?”
“Yeah, Cash. Will you help her?” Madison prods, her tone filled with humor.
“Anything for you, little buddy,” I tell the boy with a quick grin.
I look back at Madison, finding her grinning from ear to ear.
“Subtle,” I mutter to her before making my way around the cash register.
Adalynn is several feet ahead of me and fuck my life, if watching her walk away isn’t one of the finer things life has to offer me.
“You’ve been gossiping about me,” I say to Adalynn, catching her by the hips the second the doors swing closed behind us.
I love the way she leans her head back on my shoulder, making it so easy to run my lips up her neck.
She’s sweet with a pinch of salt, and I know it’s because she’s spent a lot of time in the back of the bakery, making tonight possible for the people enjoying themselves with their baking class. The air conditioner isn’t that great back here. Add in the ovens being on most of the day, and there’s no chance to stay cool.
“I haven’t,” she says, but the twitch in her cheek tells me that she’s fibbing.
I ignore the lie and run my hand down the front of her apron until I catch the hem of her dress. Pulling it up a few inches, I press my palm to the inside of her thigh.
“Keep fibbing and I might have to punish you,” I whisper against her neck.
A shudder of need runs through her body, making me smile against her throat.
“I might have to bend you over the counter and spank your ass. Think you could be quiet?”
She shakes her head, answering me honestly, but she doesn’t ask me not to. I know it’s what she wants. The thingsI’ve read in that book I caught her reading has opened my eyes to a lot of things. A few I never thought I’d be into until Adalynn was the female lead in those images in my mind. I think I could do just about anything with her and it would leave me rock hard and begging for more.
“Maybe I should just choke you with my cock so you won’t be able to make noises,” I suggest.
“Cash,” she groans, as if the thought of pleasing me turns her on just as much as it would if she were on the receiving end of the pleasure I have to offer. I swell inside my jeans, not wasting a second to roll my hips to let her know just how much she affects me.
How in the hell did I get so lucky with her?
“Do you think Reverend Holloway’s wife will come to your rescue if she hears you gagging?”
A salacious grin spreads across her pretty face, and I swear I could come undone right there.
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I praise, loving every second of this interaction with her.
We both know I’m not going to put her in a position to make anyone gossip about her, but the threat of it is no less enticing.
“I caught Amy reading the other day,” she says, her tone breathless and raspy. “I don’t think she’d interrupt.”
“And what exactly was she reading?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
“Nothing I’d read. I’m not really into religious books.”
Naughty, naughty, Amy Holloway.
“I readAt His Pleasurerecently. That was a wonderful book.”
When she tells me the author’s name, I know she’s saying something without saying something if that makes sense. I have no doubt there are scenes in it that she wants to reenact.
