His hands left my waist to slide up my thighs.
My head tipped back as he kissed my neck. My panties were soaked, and my hips ground against his hand as he stroked me through the thin fabric.
“Fuck, Merrie, you’re so wet.”
God, I needed this man.
No, the rational part of me that wasn’t half-drowned in lust protested.
You need to get your life together. Matt is a distraction. You almost lost the bake-off. Customers are going to come soon, and you’re going to lose the shop.
But he felt so good.
Not living in a box will feel even better.
I pushed him off reluctantly. “I have to work.”
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Matt
Did she not want me?
How could she not? She clearly was into it.
Then why had she pushed me away?
“So, you’re in agreement that we’re going to hire several of my little brothers as interns, then,” Eli asked.
“Sure,” I said, still lost in thought, then backtracked. “Absolutely not. Your little brothers cannot work here.”
“Maybe they could work in Merrie’s shop,” he joked. “Or would that intrude on your rebound relationship time?”
I scowled.
“Dang, did you fuck up another relationship?” Eli joked.
I threw a pen at him.
“It’s a fair question,” my friend said, laughing.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Probably did because you fucked up the bake-off.”
“Not me! I did everything she asked,” I said.
“Yeah, but she had to plan it,” Eli retorted. “You were just a glorified helper. You should do something nice for her.”
“I just renovated her shop,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, you gave her a kitchen.”
“She likes kitchens.”
Eli shook his head. “It’s appalling that you were about to get married. You need to do something romantic!”
“Since when do you know what women want?”
