Sean grabs my hand, and we run out of the room and don’t stop until we are outside.
I suck in a breath. “I think I’m going to have to change doctors,” I say, laughing.
Sean laughs, too, before pulling me toward him and softly kissing me on the lips.
“I’m sorry we got caught. But you were such a dirty girl that I couldn’t resist.”
I bite my lip. “I’m not.”
Epilogue
Sean
One Year Later
“Hey baby, what’s the emergency?” I ask, as I enter her new bakery shop. It’s her second bakery and it’s opening in three days, hence the emergency text message I got this morning.
I look at Olive covered in flour standing in her kitchen. I know she’s stressed and needs help, but I can’t help but get turned on when I see her living her dream and being so successful at it. I know she has her doubts, which are always good to have when starting something new but she has no reason to worry. Her last bakery has done better than either of us ever imagined. This second location is going to do just as well and after this, the sky is the limit.
She grins when she sees me, like just my presence here takes away all of the stress.
She stops pouring the batter into the cupcake tins and walks over and kisses me on the lips.
“I’m so glad you are here,” she says.
I grab her neck and kiss her again. She melts into my arms as I kiss her and take away her anxiety. I wish I could just spend the rest of today kissing her, but I know that I shouldn’t. She needs to work.
“How can I help?” I finally ask, tearing my lips away from hers.
Her eyes grow wide and the expression on her face is one of guilt.
“What is it?” I ask cautiously.
“I need you to help me bake some things for tomorrow. I’m catering for a large wedding and I need help.”
I frown. “What happened to the other bakers?”
She bites her lip. “They called in sick.”
I narrow my eyes as I study hers. “You let them all have the same day off again, didn’t you?”
She kisses me softly on the lips to keep me from scolding her.
“They deserved it. They’ve been working hard,” she says.
“And what about you?”
She grins. “I have you to help.” She throws me an apron.
I sigh but put it on. “I’ll help but I can’t promise I’ll be any better than the last time. You’d be better off just baking everything yourself.”
Her face lights up as she looks at me. “But then I wouldn’t get to see you looking so hot in your apron.”
She pinches my ass before returning to baking.
I groan. “Fine. I’ll help you, but only if I get to fuck you in nothing but your apron later.”
She bites her lip again. “Deal.”
She gives me a task and I try to focus on it instead of on her ass, but she makes it impossible. She rubs up against me every chance she gets. She smears flour on my face at least half a dozen times. She sways her hips even more than usual when she walks. Little whimpers and sounds leave her lips while she is working.
I break, faster than I would like. Olive drives me insane with need on a normal day much less when she is trying to drive me mad.
I grab her and push her against the wall, pushing her hands high above her head.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I stare intently into her eyes.
She breathes heavily. “Getting you to fuck me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Well, that’s easy. All you have to do is ask.”
She grins. “I want you to fuck me here.”
I see the naughtiest look in her eyes when she says it.
I don’t think about the fact of how unhygienic it is to fuck in her bakery’s kitchen. I’ll have a cleaning crew come in later.
“Tell me what you want Olive,” I say because I know her. She has a plan in her head.
She takes a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me on the counter.”
I grab her and give her what she wants. I lift her up, wrapping her legs around me as I kiss her. She claws at my back as I sit her on the counter before grabbing her jeans and pulling them off at the same time that she undoes her apron and pulls it off. I grab