“We’ll both get one.”
“I love you, Teller.” More announcements crackled over the line, but neither of us listened. His focus was only on me, and my terrified attention was on him. “I love you so much.”
His smile grew wide. “Glad to hear it, Mads.” He cupped my face and kissed me, long and slow. Neither of us moved. He didn’t take it further. We were in the middle of an airport. The kiss was the punctuation to my declaration. I loved him. I couldn’t imagine not loving him. He showed me what I deserved, and I deserved him.
He gently broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. “I love you so goddamn much I would’ve scoured this country looking for you.”
“I’m right here.” I’d been waiting for him and hadn’t known it.
He rose and held a hand out. “Ready to board?”
No. But I was ready to go anywhere with him. “We don’t have to leave.”
“Maddy, you want to travel. We’re going to travel.” He winked. “And I’m not saying that because Mama and the others would kick my ass if I brought you straight back home.”
“They aren’t upset with me?”
“No, they were a little salty I let you leave alone.” He sobered. “My first priority was you and what you wanted. I only let you go because I want what’s best for you.”
The anxiety that he was doing something completely against his wishes died down. “You figured out you’re what’s best for me?”
“I’ll make sure I am. I’m selfish when it comes to you.”
I slipped my fingers into his warm palm. He pulled me up and into his chest.
People around us were gathering their luggage and forming a line, but he held me and I hugged him back. He was real. Solid and strong, he didn’t let go until it was time for us to board.
“What do we do in Phoenix?” I asked. I was so far out of my realm of experience, but the fear was gone. Only excitement remained, growing stronger the closer we got to boarding.
“Anything you want.” He bent to put his mouth close to my ear. “After we spend one full day absolutely naked in the hotel room getting room service.”
Desire hit hard, flooding my body and making me achy. How long was this damn flight? “That’s when you can do anything you want to me.”
He groaned, and I grinned the whole way to Arizona.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Two years later . . .
Madison
I clung to Teller’s shoulders. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my ass was planted on the desk in my office. A few paper clips had fallen to the floor, but that was normal. So was getting consumed by my husband before the place opened.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, my climax building fast, like I hadn’t been in this same position last night.
“You’re going to come good and hard,” Teller growled against my neck. He grunted, the strength of his thrusts increasing. “Then you’re going to go out there like a good girl and wait on customers with a smile on your face and my cum inside you.”
“Yes,” I hissed. It wouldn’t be the first time I packed a half dozen gourmet cupcakes for someone who’d been awful to me as a kid and was now one of my regulars.
Turned out that old bullies waiting in line and paying me money for my creations was a decent balm for old hurts. And since I was the boss, if they pissed me off, they were told to leave. If they complained around town, no one believed I was in the wrong. Because I was a Bailey.
I tightened around him, tipping my head back. Also wouldn’t be the first time I waited on customers with beard burn on my neck or between my thighs. I had no shame when it came to Teller. He was the same, wearing my bakery’s, Scooter’s Confections, swag as jackets, sweaters, T-shirts, and winter hats.
He was wearing a ball cap now, but he’d turned it backward. When he kissed a path up my neck, his whiskers tickling my sensitive flesh, I slammed into my peak.
“God! Teller.”
“Fuck, yes. That’s it,” he said roughly against my lips. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight.” He kicked his hips once, twice, a third time.
