Long gone are the thoughts of cinnamon rolls and clients.
I feel Walker’s stare on me while Knox plays with my body as if he’s had his entire life to study it. Knox’s fingers speed up, tightening their circle until he’s flicking his callused pad right against its tip. The shocks are blinding. My teeth need something to bite down on.
Knox’s scent gland would do.
The thought takes me by surprise.
“Please, please, please, please,” I beg as my legs wobble. “I can’t. It’s… it’s too… Knox.”
“See you tonight, beautiful,” Walker says. “Give her what she wants, Knox.”
“My pleasure. Have a good day at work.”
“Wash your hands before you bake anything,” Walker says, his voice growing smaller in the distance.
I groan as my hips grind down against the ministrations of Knox’s hand.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” Knox growls as his hands double down on their efforts. “Take what’s yours.”
Oh, thank god.
“Knox! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
I can’t hold it back as the cries bubble up my throat. My orgasm finally barrels over me, my walls collapsing around an emptiness that my body isn’t happy with. His fingers slosh through the river of wetness that continues to coat the insides of my thighs as I bend forward, shoving my ass against him.
I arch my back. My leg kicks again. Another whine slides up my throat as white stars burst behind my eyes. Is it possible to float and sink at the same time?
That’s what it feels like as Knox wraps his free arm around me and pulls me away from the walk-in.
I barely register the sucking and smacking of his lips.
“Mm, mm, mm. My favorite dessert,” Knox murmurs against my ear.
He’s licking my slick off his fingers. God, that’s hot.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.
My legs finally cave beneath me, angry that I made them push through for so long.
But Knox isn’t too far behind as he scoops me up. “None of that now. I gotcha, Sunshine. Walker’s right, though. We should get cleaned up before we make the filling for the cinnamon rolls.”
Cinnamon rolls.
Cherry.
Rhubarb.
The emergency order.
Right, right.
“Sink,” I manage to say as exhaustion bleeds through my veins. “Yes. Lead the way.”
“Of course.”
Knox sits me down on the countertop next to the soap. My head is empty, devoid of all rational thought while I watch him wash his hands with hot water and suds all the way up to his elbows. It makes me giggle.
“We’re making cinnamon rolls, not preparing for surgery.”
