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Rayne
Hearing Billie come undone like that, moaning my name, her pussy clenching and dripping for me—it’s enough to make a manlose control. But I hold back, savoring the way she tastes, the way she shakes against my mouth.
When I finally pull back, she’s standing there, panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and dark with lust. I stand, pulling her close, my hand sliding up her back as I press my forehead against hers.
“You good?” I ask, my voice rough, barely holding back my own need.
She laughs, breathless, her hands still clutching my shoulders. “You’re asking me that?”
I grin, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just making sure.”
Billie looks up at me, her eyes full of heat and something else—something deeper. “Rayne, I don’t think I can handle much more teasing.”
I chuckle, kissing her softly. “Oh, sweetheart, this ain’t teasing. This is just the beginning.”
Chapter 12
Billie
After that little escapade at the overlook, I’m floating on cloud nine. My legs still feel a little wobbly, and I can’t stop grinning like a fool. Rayne took me to places I didn’t even know existed, and now all I can think about is how much more there is between us.
The next few days are a whirlwind of work and stolen moments with Rayne—texts that make me blush, phone calls where his voice alone sends a shiver down my spine. But it’s not just the sex. There’s something growing between us, something more real than I ever expected.
Today, we’re back at the bakery, but this time, it’s not just work. Rayne’s here with me, leaning against the counter like he belongs here, watching me with that smoldering look that makes my heart skip a beat. His sleeves are rolled up, showing off those strong, veiny forearms that I’ve spent way too much time thinking about.
“Alright, cowboy,” I say, tying my apron around my waist. “You ready to get your hands dirty?”
Rayne raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Depends on how dirty we’re talking.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. “We’re baking, Rayne. Not whatever filthy thing you’ve got running through that head of yours.”
He chuckles, pushing off the counter and stepping closer, his body heat radiating off him in waves. “Oh, I can multitask.”
I bite my lip, trying to focus as I hand him a mixing bowl. “You’re gonna help me bake pumpkin bread. That’s it.”
“Uh-huh.” He takes the bowl, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Let’s see what you got, then.”
We fall into an easy rhythm, Rayne helping me mix ingredients while I give him directions. It’s surprisingly fun, watching this big, brooding cowboy try to navigate the kitchen. He’s not half-bad, but I can tell he’s more interested in teasing me than anything else.
At one point, I catch him staring at me, his dark eyes trailing down my body as I move around the kitchen. “What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugs, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Just enjoying the view.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I turn back to the dough in front of me. “You’re impossible.”
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Rayne
I’ve spent a lot of time watching Billie work, but seeing her here,in her element, baking up a storm—it does things to me. She’s focused, moving around the kitchen like it’s second nature, her hands skilled and confident as she mixes, kneads, and rolls. And fuck, she looks good doing it.
It’s not just the way she moves, though. It’s the little things—the way she scrunches her nose when she’s concentrating, the way her lips purse when she’s measuring ingredients. It’s all so… Billie.
I can’t help but grin as she bosses me around, telling me what to mix and how to do it, her voice all serious like we’re in the middle of something critical. And hell, maybe we are. This pumpkin bread could be the most important thing I’ve ever made, if it means I get to see her like this.
“You’re doing alright,” she says, glancing over at me with a playful glint in her eye. “Maybe I’ll keep you around.”
I smirk, stepping up behind her, my chest brushing against her back as I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Keep me around, huh? I like the sound of that.”
