Page 15 of Sweet Surrender
I wave off Eugene and stuff a few papers in my bag. My boss was more than happy to give me the afternoon off after we explained the account. There wasn’t even a discussion. He took one look at my face and told me not to come back after lunch, which works for me. Wyatt still won’t tell me what my surprise is.
Hurrying, I speed down the road to the bakery, intent on taking him out to a quiet place for lunch when I get a text.
Are you here yet?
Just got here.
Use the key.
I frown as I slip out of the car and stare at the small shop. There’s a ‘closed’ sign on the front. I try the door, not surprised to find it locked.
Where are you?
Use the key.
A smile plays on my lips as I sift through my keys to reveal the one key I haven’t ever used. Wyatt handed it to me and Axel months ago, just in case but it’s been hanging from the ring, abandoned for the most part. A tendril of excitement runs through me as I unlock the door and step inside. The door shuts behind me and automatically locks, a system Wyatt would have had to turn on.
Confusion sweeps through my expression as I stand in the empty shop, the soft blues winding around me not as calming as they usually are.
“Wyatt?”
Silence.
“Wyatt?” I call out again. My big burly soldier appears from the back, grinning at me over the counter. However, that isn’t what steals my attention. It’s the lack of clothing beneath his apron. I move closer until I can see his bottom half, my eyebrows raising near clean off my head. “Wyatt, what are you doing?”
“I thought we could bake together. It’s quiet here.” His smile is contagious as he holds out a hand for me to take, leading me around to stand beside him. “There’s something I wanted to try.”
“I’m going to make a fucking fool out of myself, babe. You can’t cook naked in front of me.”
Wyatt chuckles as he leans down to press a kiss on my forehead. “Watch me.”
Chapter 16
WYATT
Jameson can’t keep his mouth closed as I hand him milk, cream cheese, and powdered sugar to whisk. His eyes keep dipping to my bare ass and then to my bare feet, an obvious safety hazard, and every other violation I can think of. It’s a good thing I’m doing this just before the routine cleaning that I pay extra for every year.
I’m not sure what possessed me to do this but I love when his eyes are on me. It makes me feel powerful, important, but most of all beautiful. The scars and wounds don’t bother him. The tattoos don’t scare him off. And my height and bulk only make him love me more. The way he can bring me to my knees with one look is everything.
“If these cupcakes don’t have any icing on them, they’ll just be muffins. Mix, Jay.”
He stutters and then glares at me. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re standing here naked in front of me?” Jameson’s cheeks are a beautiful rosy color, the man reaching down to adjust himself again as his eyes dip to my ass again. His attention is making me hard and I’m glad I already had the batter prepared when he arrived. “I can’t do this.”
I chuckle, handing him a whisk as I watch. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tries to concentrate. I can’t help myself as I move behind him and slowly wrap my arms around his waist. Jameson clears his throat, still trying to mix the icing when I undo his pants and slip a hand inside to wrap around his cock.
“Fuck, babe. No. I’m not making icing. Shit.”
His hips buck forward, Jameson riding the sensation until his hand slips off the bowl and lands in the creamy mixture. He groans and then twists around before dragging me into a deep kiss. Icing smears along my cheek and chin, his hand moving lower to coat the front of my throat. “This is so fucking unsanitary.”
It absolutely is.
Which is why I drag him into the back to the small room I use as a bedroom. I haven’t stayed here in a while but it’s completely separate from the kitchen, with a personal washroom to boot. Jameson doesn’t hesitate as he attacks my lips again. His hands move around my back to undo the apron, the cloth only hanging around my neck.
“You’re terrible for trying to get me to cook while looking like this. I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to be a mess. Please tell me you have lube back here.”
I laugh at his urgency as I nod to the nightstand. He disappears for a moment before a packet of lube is between his teeth, Jameson smearing it on his clean hand. As much as I enjoy icing, I appreciate that he’s not going to use it to open me up.
Jameson rips the apron off me completely, kissing his way down my chest until he reaches my cock. I hiss when his hand wraps around it, the cold lube making me jolt forward. He doesn’t stop, though, dragging out my pleasure as he starts to stroke in erratic pulses that have my body hot and cold. I don’t know whether to thrust forward or pull away, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as an orgasm starts to build.