“I think you want me to fuck you right here, right now,” Sean says.
I bite my lip and try to shake my head, but I end up nodding.
The next thing I know, Sean has me bent over the exam room, and his cock is pushing inside my pussy while I try my best to be as quiet as I can. But, of course, I can’t stay quiet. I scream Sean’s name, and three seconds later, there is a knock on the door, followed by one of the nurses poking her head in, probably to make sure I’m okay.
“Oh my God! You can’t do that in here!” she shouts at us.
Sean slips out of me, and I quickly pull my pants back up.
“Get out!” she screams.
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 s
tress.
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.