I give him a challenging look as I snatch it from him. But shit… do I actually have to get naked and put this on?
I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I don’t even like to be looked at in my bikini.
But he’s so sexy… and eager… I don’t want to disappoint him.
If anything, I want to please him. I want to be his good girl, so I head into the back with my pulse racing.
I can feel his heated eyes on me as I head toward the staff room. I give him a sexy flirty look before disappearing inside.
“Get naked,” I whisper. “Sure. I can do that.”
My fingers are trembling as I pull off my shirt and unclasp my bra. “Oh, shit,” I whisper as my breasts tumble free. My nipples are already hard, but I’m not sure if it’s from being exposed, from the cool air, or from the hungry way Malcolm was watching me.
I grab the apron and slide the strap over my head. I’m contemplating going out there like this, with my pants still on, as I tie it around my back.
That thought only lasts a few seconds until I picture how disappointed Malcolm is going to look when I walk out with my legs covered up. He wants my legs uncovered. He wants something else uncovered too, and since I want to please him, I must do what he says.
With a deep breath, I unbuckle my pants and pull them down along with my underwear.
“This is happening,” I whisper to myself as I drape my clothes over a chair. “This is actually happening.”
I’m twenty-three and wasn’t sure if this would ever happen. I wasn’t saving myself for my wedding night. That was never it.
I just never felt ready. It never felt right.
But right now… with Malcolm waiting outside… I know that it feels right.
And I know that I’m ready.
I suck in a big gulp of air, fix my hair, lift my boobs, and open the door.
The blinds are closed over the large windows, so nobody can see inside. Malcolm’s also turned the lights down low giving the place a sensual vibe with the soft jazz music playing in the background.
It’s all so perfect, but what makes it magical, is the look of pleasure on Malcolm’s face as he watches me walk into the room. I’m trying to act all confident with a sexy strut that sways my hips, but I’m nervous and a little shaky as I walk out barefoot, wearing nothing but this apron.
My breasts are pouring out the sides and I’m showing a lot of cleavage. The apron stops just above my knees and wraps around to the sides of my hips. I’m giving him quite the show. More than I’ve ever given a man before.
He’s lapping it up as he stares at me with those piercing green eyes. He runs a hand through his hair as he curses under his breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers. “Now, give me a little turn.”
I lick my lips as my heart pounds harder. Nothing is covering me back there, but I want him to see. I want to give him some of the pleasure that he gave me this afternoon, and if turning around will do it, then I’ll do it for him.
I swallow hard and then turn slowly, showing him my bare ass for a second or two before spinning back around.
He comes forward without a word. A thrill rips through me as he grabs the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries on his way over.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he places the tray on the table next to me without taking his eyes off my body. He grabs a big strawberry and steps up to me.
I’m breathing so heavily as my pussy pulses with heat. I’m naked in a locked bakery with this gorgeous man. I’m at his mercy and completely vulnerable, but unexpectedly, it’s turning me on even more.
I’m aching all over as he takes the chocolate-covered strawberry and drags it up my cleavage.
“Open up,” he says as he brushes it along my bottom lip. “Your reward for a hard day of work.”
I open my mouth and let him put it in as I stare into his eyes. He’s watching my mouth as I take a bite and eat the delicious dessert.
“Enjoy your tasty treat,” he says as he licks his lips. “Now, it’s time for my tasty treat.”
He tosses the leaf of the strawberry behind him and grabs the back of my thighs. I moan as I feel his warm skin on mine, knowing there’s not much clothing between us, and pretty soon, there will be even less.
He lifts me up easily and places my ass on the table. We’re in the dining room where people have been eating all day. The tables have been washed and disinfected, and it looks like they’re going to have to be again once we’re done with them.