Listening to Saint talk about a mafia boss fucking his girl in the back of a car because they couldn’t wait to get home made me squeeze my thighs together. I wanted to drag Saint into the bathroom. The tension between us was already thick from earlier, and with every passing minute, it only increased.
I’m greasy and sweaty from working all day, but my baker is looking at me like I’m the most delectable pastry, and he wants to take a bite.
As soon as we’re inside my apartment, Saint pins me against the front door, sliding a thick thigh between mine and pressing a slow, sensual kiss to my lips. I whimper into his mouth, relishing the way his beard tickles my skin.
“Saint,” I murmur as he tries to deepen the kiss. “I’m smelly and sweaty. I need to shower.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t care. I need you so bad. Been dying to have you all day. I have some apologizing to do. Let Daddy show you how sorry he is for deceiving you.”
A needy sound rips from my throat, but I refuse to let him anywhere near my pussy when I’m dirty.
“Shower first.”
“Fine.” He steps back, motioning for me to go ahead. Before I can make it far, he snags me around my waist and brushes his lips against my ear. “Be quick for me, Mikelle. I’m an impatient man when I’m hungry.”
I don’t believe it for a second, but his words hit their mark, and a shiver rolls down my spine.
I gather some clean clothes and shut myself in the bathroom, rushing through my shower and simple skincare routine. I twist my wet hair into two braids and slip on a pair of boxers and a tank top that does nothing to hide the way my nipples are puckered.
I know as soon as I walk out the door, there’s no stopping Saint from having his way with me, and I’m already wet from the thought.
How did I go so long without sex, when one weekend with Saint has turned me into a needy slut for the man?
When I open the door, I jump, startled because Saint is standing on the other side, his broad frame filling the entire doorway.
“Time to eat,” he says right before he scoops me up. He makes it to my bed in three steps and tosses me onto the mattress.
The bed creaks before the feet of the frame collapse, the angle sending me sliding to the floor.
“Oh, shit, Mikey, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” Saint crouches down and runs his hands on my body like he’s checking for injuries.
I can’t answer him as I struggle to breath, my body shaking with silent laughter.
“Shit, do I need to call someone? Are you hurt?”
A laugh finally wheezes from my throat as I turn to face him. The concern on his face isn’t funny, but this situation is ridiculous. “I-I’m fine,” I finally manage to squeak out.
“I’m sorry I broke your bed,” Saint murmurs as he picks me up and wraps me in a hug.
“It’s okay. We’ll just move the mattress to the floor. Good thing you have a nice big bed for us at your house, so I don’t have to buy a new one.”
His arms tighten around me at the mention of moving in. “Ourhouse, Mikelle. You’re moving intoourhouse.Ourbed.”
I swallow around a lump of emotion. “This isn’t too soon? This isn’t crazy?”
“Who’s to say what the right timeline is? Other people may think we’re crazy, but they’re not us. They don’t know how we feel about each other.”
“How do we feel about each other?”
He said it earlier in the shop, but I didn’t get to respond like I wanted to since we were interrupted. I want him to say it again. I want to say it back, but I want to make sure he means it.
Saint pulls away from me to cup my face. “I said it once already today, but I don’t mind saying it again. Over and over again until you believe me. I love you, Mikelle. I’minlove with you. Every minute I’ve spent with you has made me fall deeper. Yes, it’s fast. People will say we’re crazy, but I know it feels right for us. Who cares what other people think?”
His thumbs stroke along my cheek, his words settling deep in my heart. I used to care a lot about what other people thought of me. In some aspects, I still do, but he’s right. Who cares if this is fast or unconventional?
“I love you, too.”
I barely get the last word out before Saint makes a sound in the back of his throat, and his lips meet mine. The kiss quickly deepens, our tongues tangling as our bodies press together. I feel Saint’s hard cock against my belly, and my clit pulses with the need to feel him.
