Bitting my lip, I keep myself from laughing as I creep around to the back of the counter, press myself against the wall and peek around the corner into the kitchen.
My eyes widen and I slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from giggling.
Ian is butt ass naked, and not like the last time I caught him. This time he doesn’t even have an apron on.
My sexy Alpha is showing me everything. All his toned muscles and that ass. That biteable ass.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Ian says as “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo starts to play.
He starts to sing and dance along.
It’s so damn hard not to laugh. When the song gets to the part where it says she could have had a bad bitch, Ian spins around and starts doing the helicopter with his dick.
He swings it around, thrusting his hips without a care in the world before he spins back and continues baking, dancing and singing along as he does.
Carefully I pull my phone out and hit record. This is pure fucking gold.
I fall in love with this man all over again.
We make it through half the song before Ian turns around again and stops dead in his tracks, gaping at me.
I burst into giggles, stop the recording and pocket my phone before I start clapping.
“Yessss! That's my man.” I call out.
Ian gives me a beaming smile. “Damn right I am.” He swaggers over to me with his devil-may-care attitude, his flaccid cock starting to harden. I did that. Just at the sight of me. “What are you doing here Little Doe?” Ian murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” I smile wrapping my arms around his neck. “Very much.”
“Missed you too.” he leans in and kisses me.
“Wanna tell me why you’re naked baking?”
He grins. “Because it’s fun.”
“Yes, but isn’t it kind of unsanitary?” I laugh, looking around at the mess of the place.
“Don’t worry, I plan on scrubbing this place floor to ceiling before I lock up.”
“Please tell me those are not the cupcakes for the kids' party?”
“No.” he snorts. “Of course not. That would be very unprofessional. There was some extra cake batter left, so I’m using it up and making some to bring home.”
“Oh, yummy!” my eyes light up. “Can I help?”
“Of course. Under one condition.”
“Okay?” I laugh.
“Clothes off, Little Omega.”
Smiling, I shake my head and pull off my jacket. Ian grins and helps me out of the rest of my clothes until I’m only in my knee-high boots.
“Fuckkk.” he groans, taking a step back. “Do a little spin.” He says, twirling his finger.
Biting my lip, I turn for him, making sure to wiggle my ass a little before coming back to face him.
He groans, biting his knuckles. “It should be illegal to be that sexy.”
