“The guys did a good job fixing everything,” Phoebe says, looking around the bakery.
Even though I told her we could figure out something to give her some more time off, she insisted on getting back to work. And watching her float around reinforces how much she needs this.
Watching her work is hypnotizing. Being in her element has her shining even brighter, and it’s like watching someone dancing to music no one else can hear. But you know it’s a beautiful melody.
“They felt really bad about how everything happened,” I say, pulling her against me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she says, smiling up at me. “You were right, you know. Telling you made it easier.”
I kiss her, cupping the back of her head as she melts into my chest. “You can tell me anything, Yellow Crayon. No matter how dark. I live in the dark.”
“See, I don’t think you do,” she says, resting her cheek against my chest as her arms snake around my waist. “I think you want to believe you do—and you used to—but you aren’t as much in the shadows as you think. Not anymore.”
“Because of you,” I whisper.
Last night, we had sex three times. This morning, we had lazy sex in bed and then moved to the shower for a second round. And I’m beyond ready for a third already.
The things this woman does to me. It’s no wonder I’m in love, and I just need to find the right time to tell her. Something in the back of my mind tells me to wait until I know the moment is here, and I decide to listen to it.
“You know what I would love to do,” I murmur into her ear.
“What’s that?”
“Taste my favorite dessert right here on this prep table.”
Bringing my hand between us, I slip it beneath her waistband and into her panties. I twist her clit between my fingers, and she gasps and braces herself on my biceps.
“Tucker,” she half scolds, half moans.
Biting my lower lip, I stare into her eyes as I slide further down and thrust two fingers into her while grinding my palm against her sensitive nub. She whimpers, her chest heaving as I quickly work her over.
I look over her shoulder at the monitor on her desk and smirk watching her from various camera angles while bringing her to climax. Her head falls back, and I kiss her neck as she cries out, her body shaking against me.
“Tucker!”
Her breathing returns to normal, and I pull my hand out, slipping my fingers into my mouth and sucking on them. Her jaw drops open, and I ache to have her on her knees just like this.
Pounding on the back door snaps her out of her trance, and we look at the monitor to see Sarah outside. I guess my hopes of having her on her knees while watching on the monitor is out of the question.
For now.
God, I’m fucking addicted.
“We never gave Sarah the lock code,” Phoebe says as she moves to the door. “But don’t think you’re not getting yours later when we’re alone.”
I opted for a keypad entry when we replaced her locks. Ryan won’t be sneaking in here ever again. Fucking asshole brother.
I always hated him. Even when I was seven, I begged my mom to drop him off at the fire station. I guess I knew from a young age how much of a problem he’d be.
“Oh, hey, Pacino,” Sarah says, giving me a knowing smirk as I pull Phoebe back against me. “Funny finding you here.”
“Is it though?” I ask her.
Sarah always rubs me the wrong way, but I think it was more because she and Scotty had something I used to. Now that I have it again, I find her more tolerable.
And she defended my girl. Against me, but she has loyalty. I can respect that.
“What’s your favorite dessert, Pacino?”
