I put my hand over my heart and try to catch my breath. “Geez, woman, don’t scare me like that.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, realize I’m still naked, and blush as I look over my shoulder at Matt. He’s watching me, and when he sees I’m okay, he looks at my body. His eyes darken, his nose flares, and he reaches for me. I smirk and pull the bed sheet around me. It doesn’t stop him, though. He moves to my side of the bed and sits behind me, his hands on my shoulders.
I groan because it feels so good.
“What was that?” Violet asks.
Shit. I completely forgot. “Nothing. So what’s up? What’s the 911 that isn’t an emergency?”
“Brody Andrews’ son is turning three today, and the person that was baking his cake and cupcakes backed out at the last minute.”
I shake my head, still foggy from being woken up and probably the lack of sleep. “Brody Andrews?”
It’s like I can hear Violet roll her eyes at me. “Yes, Brody Andrews. Quarterback for the Eagles.”
“Okay, what about him?”
She sighs heavily in the phone. “I know it’s last minute, but they’re having a birthday party for his son today. They need a small cake and approximately four dozen cupcakes.”
It’s Sunday. It’s my day off, but I hate to turn down business. I really hate to turn down a favor for Violet. She’s done so much for me through the years. “What time does it need to be there and where?”
“Three o’clock and in Jasper. I can get someone to maybe come and get them.”
“It’s no big deal. I can deliver them.”
“I’ll help,” Matt says from behind me.
I turn and look at him, and he’s smiling broadly.
“Wait, was that Matt?” Violet asks.
“Uh, yeah, he said he’d help get them delivered. So, uh, anyway... text me a picture of what he wants the cake to look like, any wording, and what colors. I’ll get it done.”
I start to hang up, and I hear Violet cackling.
I stand up, and Matt has slid to the side of the bed, puts his hands around my waist, and pulls me to his lap. “I need to shower and get to the bakery.”
“I’m going to help you,” he says, kissing my neck.
“Oh yeah? What are you going to help me with exactly?”
His tongue swipes from my neck to my ear. “Well, I’m thinking that I can help you get clean and then I’ll go help you at the bakery.”
I turn in his arms. “Really? You can bake?”
He shrugs. “I can follow directions.”
I should say no. I should tell him to go and then come back to pick up the desserts at the bakery this afternoon. But I don’t.
I stand up and let the sheet fall to the floor. It’s like I have no inhibitions with Matt. He spent the majority of last night looking, touching, and tasting every part of me. There’s no reason to hide from him now. I pull my shoulders back. “How good are you at following directions?”
His mouth falls open as he gapes at me. He must have thought he was going to have to work harder for it, but obviously the fact that I woke up next to him has me yearning for him.
He reaches for me, cupping my pussy with his big hand. My hands go to his shoulders to steady myself, and he plunges a big, thick finger inside me. “I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
He hooks his finger, rubbing against my G-spot. “Yeah, that. Do that.”
He pulls me closer and licks my nipple. I groan, and my head falls back. He pulls his hand from me and stands up. He walks around me, and his hand goes to my back, pushing me until I’m bent over the bed with my ass in the air. “I love this ass,” he says as he caresses me there.
His hard cock is pressed against the back of my thighs. I know I’m dripping for him. I hear him rip the wrapper, and a few seconds later, he’s plunging inside me.
My forehead is on the bed and my arms are over my head. His hands are on my hips, holding me so tightly I know I’m going to have some bruises there later, but I don’t even care. The feel of him inside me is everything. He’s so deep, I grunt with every thrust of his hips. When he reaches around me, his finger on my swollen clit, I’m done. Two flicks and I’m thrashing my arms as my pussy sucks him in deeper. He groans as he explodes inside me. We’re both panting as he pulls out of me, helping me to stand up. My legs are like Jell-O, but he doesn’t let me go.
“Come on, baby. I’m going to get you clean and then we’re going to the bakery so you can boss me around.”