Stirring Up Trouble(45)
Braden added flour and salt in a large bowl then added oil, honey, milk, the yeast mixture and water. She dug her fingers into the sticky mess, mixing it until it became a big ball of dough. As she worked it, she imagined her and Braden making love. The feel of his soft satiny skin stretched tight over hard muscles. The callous on his thumb brushing over her clitoris. The face he made the second before he came.
She spent the hours waiting for the dough to rise, sitting in Braden’s office, reading over the Michigan Industrial Occupational Safety and Health Administration guide, but her mind kept drifting to yummier things such as Braden’s head between her thighs.
When the dough was ready, she kneaded it further on the floured counter, pouring all of that arousal into the food—if it was even possible, which she doubted. Guess she’d get her answer tonight. By the time they stuck the loaves of bread in the oven, she was drenched and crazy with the need to come.
“Why are your cheeks red? Are you hot?” Braden asked her, concern in his eyes. He felt her forehead with the back of his hand. “No fever.”
She wanted him. Now. “Can you give me a hand in here?” She motioned with a wave to the storage closet.
His brows crinkled. “What do you need in there?”
She gave him a secret smile. “Come,” she said, leading him by the hand. They only had a few minutes before Christopher would arrive to prep for lunch.
She walked in the closet, the smell of oregano in the air. She clutched his shirt, yanked him inside, and slammed the door closed, enclosing them in darkness.
“Let me get the light,” he whispered.
“No lights. This one is for me. My rules, got it?” she said, her entire body shaking with need and power.
She heard him hiss. “You want to take control.”
“Yes,” she said, unbuttoning his pants. Her hand encountered his bulge, large and getting larger by the second. “Will that be a problem?”
“Since you asked so nicely, no, it won’t be a problem. What are you going to do with me?” he teased, his breath coming in pants.
She fell to her knees and pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles, then sucked him into the back of her throat.
A thud echoed in the closet. He must have thrown his head back and hit it on a shelf. She didn’t stop to check on him.
“Lola, stop. I’m too close,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
She released him from her mouth and stood. “Fuck me,” she commanded. She giggled as she heard him fumbling to get a condom from his wallet.
“Here.” He placed the condom in her hand. “You put it on me.”
A breath away from coming, she tore the package with her teeth and unrolled it over his hard length, desperate to feel him deep inside her. He seized her mouth and the room spun, as it always did in his arms. Suddenly, he lifted her like he was going to carry her, but he pushed her back against the shelves and thrust inside her before she could regain her bearings. She came instantly.
“Oh, Lola. You’re so wet for me, so ready. You feel so good squeezing my cock,” he cried as his body shook and climaxed. “Lola, you’re mine. You’re mine.”
Tears pricked her eyes and her chest tightened. Making love with Braden meant more than entangled body parts. She felt it in her heart and all the way to her soul.
She loved him.
“What brought that on?” he asked, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips.
She loved him.
“I don’t know.” She wiped the tears with the back of her hand. “I just . . .” Love you . . .
She heard the music system come on and someone whistling.
“Christopher’s here. We need to get out of here before he catches you with your pants down and me with my skirt up.” She choked out a laugh.
He looped his arms around her waist. “Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed harder. No, he’d done far worse than hurt her. He’d gotten her to fall in love with him. “No. I just don’t think the boss should get caught nailing the help.”
“I thought you weren’t technically an employee,” he reminded her.
“Semantics.” She smoothed out her hair and straightened her clothes. “The bread should be ready soon. You ready?”
“Always,” he mumbled against her neck. “I can’t wait until I can get you alone. There’s something I—”
The door to the closet opened, the sudden light of the kitchen blinding her. Christopher didn’t bat an eye at finding the two of them in a closet. Guess they hadn’t kept their relationship a secret as well as they’d thought.