“I’m a virgin,” I say in a moan. “Never been touched until now. Never been kissed until yesterday.”
His sexy lips curl up a little as he watches me. “That’s my good girl. You waited for me. You waited for your man and I’m going to make sure that wait was worth it. I’m going to make you cum so many times you’ll lose count.”
I moan as he starts rubbing my clit harder and sliding his hand up and down my slit. I can’t… It’s so…
“Fuck,” I moan as I feel an orgasm charging forward. He’s bringing it on so easily. He knows exactly how to touch me.
He leans into my ear, that hot breath teasing me and driving me further to the edge. “I waited too,” he whispers. “I never wanted anyone but you. Tonight will be the first time for both of us.”
Shit… We really are meant to be…
“Cum now, sweet girl. Cum all over my hand and make your man happy.”
I grit my teeth and cling onto him as I cum hard. His hand never stops moving as my body bucks and thrashes around, his hand still lodged firmly between my legs.
“Oh shit,” I hiss through my clenched jaw as tears stream down my cheeks. My insides are being consumed by a blissful fire that’s filling me with an intense heated pleasure. I whimper and grab his flexed forearm as one wave of heat hits me after another.
When it’s over, I can barely stand. My legs are trembling. I’m breathless. The wall is the only thing keeping me up as he pulls his hand out of my pants.
That capacity for pleasure was in me all this time? What else is in me ready to be unlocked by this gorgeous man?
“Tonight,” he says as he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth. I watch in awe as he sucks them clean, moaning at my taste. “Tonight, I’m claiming the rest of you.”
He gives me one last look with those dark shining eyes before he kicks the bag of flour away and opens the door.
I’m still breathing heavily—pussy pulsing with heat—as he walks out and lets the door close behind him.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as I crumple to the floor—breathless, speechless, lifeless.
I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall as I gather myself and try to process what just happened.
Malcolm happened.
With one touch he melted my body into a wet beautiful mess.
And that was just a preview of tonight.
What is he going to do when those doors close?
What’s going to be left of me when he’s had his way?
I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out…
CHAPTER EIGHT
Charlotte
* * *
It looks like a bomb went off in the bakery when Lindsay locks the door at the end of the day. It’s eight o’clock and everyone is exhausted, except for me.
My body is humming with energy as I look around, knowing that people are going to start leaving soon until it’s only me and Malcolm left. Alone.
Lindsay is thrilled with the day and the cash register is stacked with cash. We must have sold a hundred cherry pies.
She thanks us all and even smiles at me. “You’re doing a good job, Charlotte,” she says with a pat on my shoulder.
“Really?” I say, shocked that I could actually be good at this job. I never would have believed it before I came to Bridgeworth Pines. So much has changed, and I’m starting to think that it’s not all bad.
“You’re on your way,” she says as she reaches over the counter and grabs an unsold cherry pie. “Take this to your aunt. She deserves it for sending over such a good employee.”
I take it and stare at the warm box in shock as she hugs her son and then walks out with the rest of the staff.
“Did you hear that?” I say when it’s just me and Malcolm in the bakery. “I’m a good employee.”
“You think she’d be saying that if she knew what you were doing in the stockroom during a shift?”
My body trembles from the memory.
“With her son of all people…”
He slowly approaches with those green eyes darkening. I can feel a flush taking over my skin and neck.
“You may be a good employee,” he says as he towers over me. “But you, Charlotte Oberman, are a naughty girl.”
“Are you going to punish me?” I ask in a soft little voice.
I bat my eyelashes as I look up at him and he lets out a low groan. “We have ways of dealing with naughty girls like you.”
“Sounds fun,” I say with a flirty look.
He grabs a Pie In The Sky Bakery apron off the hook and hands it to me, balancing it on his index finger.
“Put this on,” he says with a wolfish grin on his gorgeous face. “And only this.”