“Yeah, so I would say we have a few things to celebrate tonight.” I smirked, thinking about the things I wanted to do to her the moment I got her alone. “You up for a little celebration?”
“What did you have in mind?” she cooed, and I could tell she was intrigued.
“Dinner at my place,” I said as I placed my hand over hers, which was still resting against my chest. “Followed by dessert,” I whispered. I wrapped my hand around hers, lifted it to my lips, and kissed the palm. “And just in case you are wondering, you, Alena, would be dessert.”
A soft sigh escaped her as she stared up at me in awe.
“Holy hell, this is like watching soft porn,” Bailey whispered. I looked over to find her staring at Alena and me with a bright smile.
I cocked an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged. “Oh, don’t even pretend you haven’t watched it too.”
Jackson had truly landed him a wild one. Bailey had no problem with saying whatever was on her mind. She didn’t care who heard it.
“What time?” Alena asked, bringing my attention back to her.
“I’ll be waiting outside when you get done here. We’ll go over to your place and grab your things, but honestly clothes are optional, so I’ll leave that up to you.” She blushed once more, knowing Bailey and Jackson were still witnessing our exchange. “But tomorrow being Sunday, you are closed. And I don’t have to be at the station until two, so I plan to use every bit of that time celebrating immensely.”
I gave her one last kiss before I stepped back and turned toward the door. Just as I placed my hands against the handle and gave a gentle push, I looked back over my shoulder. “I hope you got a good night’s sleep last night, sweetheart, because you ain’t getting much rest tonight.”
When her cheeks reddened once again, I chuckled. I loved the effect just a few little words had on her. I left her standing in her shop with Bailey and Jackson both howling out obscenities. I had never met two people more alike than those two.
Chapter Seventeen
Alena
I had butterflies in my stomach from the moment Noah walked out of my shop five hours ago, and my mind raced with the dirty thoughts he had put there. Closing time felt like it would never arrive. I had my keys in my hand, ready to lock the front doors at 4:45. I was giddy and a whole lot turned on. I mean, how could I not be after the visit he had given me earlier? Noah was a man that knew exactly how to leave an impression and give a girl a whole lot to look forward to.
As I locked the front doors and turned toward the bakery and my apartment just above it, I smiled wide. There leaning against the corner of the building was Noah, with a knowing gleam written all over his face.
As I crossed the road, he pushed off the building and placed his hands in his front pockets, never taking his eyes off me. If at any point in time I thought it was impossible to get turned on by just a look, I had just been proven wrong. Noah was looking at me like I was a meal he had been waiting days to receive.
“Good evening, sweetheart,” he said with a smirk.
“Yes, it sure is,” I replied with a matching smile.
As I stepped up in front of him, he encircled my waist with his arm and pulled me close. “And it’s about to get a whole lot better,” he whispered before his mouth covered mine.
In that moment, I probably would have done just about anything, but in the center of town, on full display for curious eyes, was not the best place.
When he pulled back, we were both breathless.
“Maybe we should skip the trip upstairs to your apartment,” he said, still staring at my lips hungrily.
“Why?” I asked
He chuckled. “Because if I follow you upstairs, I’m pretty sure we won’t be leaving.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him, and he pointed down toward his waist. I followed his gesture with my eyes and immediately noticed an impressive erection pressing against his jeans.
“Maybe I should go up alone. Give you a little time to gain some control.” I bit my lip to fight my laughter.
“Yeah,” he groaned as he placed his hand over his cock and pressed down. “That’s probably the best way to handle this.”
“I would have to agree,” I said, my voice laced with desire. I stepped around him, keeping a safe distance and began backing myself down the alley toward the back entrance to the bakery. My goal was to move as quickly as possible, gather my stuff, and get back downstairs. I wanted to move things along just as bad as he did, if not a little more.
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The sweet aroma that hit me the moment I stepped past Noah and into his home was mouthwatering. It was sweet and tangy all mixed together, making my stomach growl with yearning.