That thought leaves me unsettled. As much as I try to put it out of my mind, it’s nearly impossible.
But now with the bakery closed for the day, and me baking into the late afternoon, I’ve tried to continue. The new ring on my finger is so large I can’t really cook with it, yet I don't want to take it off. A new balancing act that I’m trying to get used to.
Tommy looks at me from his bassinet in the corner as I slide another tray of croissants into the oven.
“There. I’ll set the timer for twenty minutes,” I tell my son and get absolutely no reaction. I grin, loving having him here to talk with. Obviously not for conversation, but for company.
He yawns and rubs his eyes, and I jump into action, not wanting him to get overtired or overstimulated. I whisk him upstairs, the security man sitting at my small table.
“I’m going to put him down for his nap.”
“I’ll go across to the diner. The others are outside. Let me know when to come back.” He nods as he stands, gathering his laptop and phone and walking down the stairs. A man of few words, he’s sat upstairs here for most of the week. Quiet, looking at his laptop. Assessing different situations and talking to his team. But every time I need to put Tommy down for a nap, he leaves. Ensuring that the others are out front, the bakery protected, yet giving Tommy and me our space. I’m not sure where Griffin found these men, but they’re all so professional. They look like they need to be finding fugitives, not babysitting a bakery.
I kiss my son on the forehead, snuggle him in tight, and put the baby camera on, knowing that I can watch him sleep from the small monitor downstairs in my kitchen.
As I walk back down, I run through my mental calculations; the croissants have twenty minutes, and Tommy should be down for at least two hours. I can get some dough ready for bread and maybe do some additional rolls for tomorrow.
“Hey, sweetness,” Griffin croons, and I look up as I hit the final step and grin. He’s holding a large bouquet of flowers, bright blooms that instantly bring more life to the bakery.
“Hey. What are you doing here? What are these?” I walk toward him, the stupid grin on my face one that I can’t remove. He’s usually here to pick us up in another few hours, so I’m surprised he’s early.
“Just had to zip into town. Wanted to pop in and see you both. Bring you flowers to make you smile.” I step into his arms as they wrap around my waist, and he pulls me to him tight. It’s easy with him.
“I just put Tommy down,” I tell him as he leans forward, nudging my nose with his.
“You did?” He doesn’t let me answer before his lips touch mine. Soft, slow, sultry, our lips move against each other like we’re cherishing every moment. I melt in his hold. This perfect man, strong, protective, ensuring that my every need is met. It feels so good to lean on someone. Rely on them and know they’ll always have my back.
“Mmmm, he’ll be asleep for at least a little while…” I murmur against his lips as his hand splays across my lower back before he glides it up, past my shoulder blades and cups the back of my head. He deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair, clearly aware no one else is here. The bakery is shut, and the front doors locked.
“How long do I have?” His kisses leave my mouth, and he peppers them down my jaw, pulling a moan from my chest.
“Tommy will be down for a while, but the croissants have about ten minutes…” I tease. I hate burning my pastries, but for Griffin, I’d burn them all. His lips hit the sensitive part of my neck, and my nipples pebble instantly. I release a little sigh as my head falls back into his grip. He has my body molten with his touch.
“Challenge accepted.” His hands smooth down my body quickly, and he grips my waist, hoisting me on top of the cupboard at the back of the bakery in one fast movement.
“Whoa!” I almost squeal in surprise as my butt hits the ledge, and I hold on to it, scared I might fall as he opens his belt, the clink heard throughout the space. His jeans are open and boxers pushed down in the next few seconds, his cock hard and ready for me.
“I need you,” he pleads, and butterflies start to swirl below, overtaking my core.
“You’ve got me,” I whisper, following his lead, pulling up my long dress, my bare legs dangling off the edge as he steps in between them.
“What about the security guys?” My voice is breathy. I want this. I want him. But knowing there are guys walking around right outside…
“Let them hear exactly what we’re up to. Let them know what I do to you, sweetness,” he grits out, grabbing the back of my knees and pulling me closer to the edge as I lean back on my hands, hoping I don’t fall.
“Come here… wife,” he growls as his hands move around my waist, one hand gripping on to my ass as the other one slides my underwear to the side. My breath hitches. While technically not married, we will be. Sooner rather than later, I think. I love the sound of that.
But I can’t reply, because he slides into me so quickly it steals my breath.
“Yessss,” he groans, and my head falls back at being filled by him. I try to breathe, getting used to his size.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy…” he says into my ear as both of his hands grab on to my ass, lifting me a little, my legs curving around his waist, and he starts to move. “Your pretty pussy is fucking beautiful taking me in.”
His words have me moaning as I quickly adjust my dress, loosening the straps from my shoulders, letting my breasts bounce free. His eyes flare as his head leans down to kiss them.
“You saw her this morning…” I pant out, my hands wrapping around his neck, grabbing on for dear life as he lifts me from the cabinet and takes my entire body weight onto his.
“Too damn long.” He’s frantic, and my body heats as his thrusts become quicker. My body bounces against his, my clit rubbing his pelvis with every movement. Meeting him with every push, I feel the sensations that only Griffin elicits from me. He’s made me entirely comfortable in my skin.
