And she wanted her spanking.
He kissed her deeply, with urgency that left her breath frozen.His pull on her was strong, and her need for him was an addiction.
She climbed into the driver’s seat while she was still able.
After he stowed the bag behind the driver’s seat, he closed the door then gave the roof a solid rap, punctuating his goodbye.
Sofia couldn’t resist the temptation to glance in the rear-view mirror as she drove away.Cade moved out from beneath the portico to watch her, Loopy by his side.
A twinge of regret went through her as she left them behind, and in that moment, there was nothing she would rather do than turn around and spend the day with them.
Near the guest houses, the road curved, and she could no longer see them, allowing her to refocus.
She had a life, a job, family outside of the Running Wind.But when she was here, it was difficult to imagine that anything existed beyond Cade and her desire to please him.
Once she exited the main gate, she turned up a country music station so loud that the vibration made the vehicle’s interior shake, but it still didn’t drown her thoughts of him.
When she drove through Waltham, she turned the radio volume down and mentally ran through her day ahead, including a quick check with Erin to see where they were.It wasn’t that Sofia was desperate for the contract—there were still numerous valid reasons to avoid working on the centennial event—but the save-the-date reminder needed to go out.No matter who did the event, having a guest list put together was crucial, as well.
Despite the drive, she was the first one at the Corpus Christi office.She brewed coffee and found—damn it—a box of cupcakes on the meeting room table.
She’d opened the lid and was still debating the merits of snagging one of the gorgeous lemony-looking confections when Tyrone walked through the door.
“I did my level best to get rid of those for you yesterday, boss,” he told her.
“What a hero.”Still, she couldn’t resist staring at the frosting.It looked to be a mile-high and light as a cloud.And it made her think.Maybe for the Donovan event, they could use a multi-tiered cupcake approach, perhaps a 3D replica of Maisie’s Manor.
It would be a showpiece, personal to the family and, if she were honest, to herself, as well.That the dessert would be much easier and quicker to serve than traditional cake was an added bonus.
“What’re you thinking?”he asked.
“About the Donovan event.”
He folded his arms across his massive chest.Because he wore short sleeves, his tribal tattoos were clearly visible.And his black bandana made him look badass.
“Am I going to get my bigger warehouse?”
“And Vivian wants her showroom.”
He grinned.“I’ll wrestle her for it.”
Vivian walked in, joining them.She shook her head when he repeated his statement.“You don’t stand a chance, big guy.”
Sofia raised her eyebrows.
“He’s a lot of talk,” Vivian said behind her hand, her gaze still focused on Tyrone.“But I’ve kept him out of your cookies and cupcakes.I think he’s scared shitless of pissing me off.”
Tyrone shrugged.“I’m learning not to get between a woman and her sugar.”
“You can say that again.”Vivian evidently had none of the same qualms that Sofia did.She flipped open the lid and pulled out a light-green colored cupcake with an emerald-tinged frosting.
Sofia and Tyrone both watched her lick the frosting.
“Lime,” she said.“Lordy.Lordy.Even better than the pina colada flavored one I had yesterday.”
So if the baker wasn’t trying for trendy, odd flavors, that meant that there was a good possibility the yellow one really was lemon.Which made it quadruply hard to resist.“Fine.”She snatched one up and tasted it.The sweet and tart tastes exploded on her tongue and the sugar rush was pure bliss.“I have died and gone to heaven,” she said.
“I’ll order some more for the next all-employee meeting,” Vivian promised.
