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Giggling, I nod, and he jerks even more stickiness inside me. I laugh again and he chuckles, pressing little kisses to the marks his teeth left on my skin. I wonder again why we waited so long. Why did we pretend that my baking was so good? He showed up before dawn to get some.

Moving, he brings me astride him, still refusing to pull out of me. Not that I mind. I nestle against his damp chest, both of us panting as we come down from our shared high. Sitting up a little, I brush his dark hair back from his forehead, smiling like an idiot because I am so happy.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his hand cupping my face. “I should have said it the first time I thought about it. Every minute since. I’ve grown a little obsessed with you, honey. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah, I think I can. I don’t make special bread for anyone else, Becker. It’s fair to say I am a little obsessed right back.”

“Is this real? You’re here, you’re mine.... ahh, yeah that’s real,” he grunts as I twist my hips playfully, feeling him harden inside me.

“Yes, I’m real, this is allvery real. My sister will... Oh! Becker, I need to get back to the bakery. Mackenzie cannot run my shop!”

Beneath me, he chuckles, smacking my backside playfully as I shoot upright. I laugh too, but he agrees I need to get back. He carries me to his bathroom before he decides against a shower. His reason? “Not washing me off of you,” he grunts as he zips me back into my dress. “Want the whole damn town to know who you belong to, honey.”

Giggling, I nod and let him have his way. Besides, I don’t much mind the smell of him on my skin. Or how he pats at my panties when he slides them back in place after two thick fingers push some of his cum back inside of me. Becker is not joking about wanting to get me pregnant.

“Leave your jeep here, honey. I’ll take you to town.”

“What about later? How will I get home?”

“Oh, you won’t. I will come get you,” he teases me with a wink as he hoists me up into his big truck.

“You cannot run me back and forth all the time, Becker.”

“For right now, I will do just that. I admitted to having a bit of an obsession, didn’t I?” He husks, cupping my jaw as he dips to kiss me softly, stealing all arguments from me.

Driving towards the shop, he’s all smiles. I realize he doesn’t smile often. When he comes to the shop, I get a few from him. If I make his favorite sourdough or come out with a mess of chocolate and sugar, I get a smile. I declare it my mission to get a lot more.

“You’re so handsome,” I whisper as the sun shines behind him, painting him in beautiful light. “Should have said every minute since you came storming into my shop.”

“It was not my best day. I was hangry,” he teases, reaching over to take my hand. He brings it to his lips, smiling as he kisses my palm. “Your place smelled damn good. I was in heaven the moment I saw you.Andthose chocolate eclairs. Can you make me some of those at home, honey?”

Something hot, sweet, and better than any bread or cake, unfurls inside of me. He meanshishome. At his cabin, where he intends to bring me tonight. I nod with a stupid grin on my face. Because hell yes, I can make him some eclairs. I will bake everything I know how to and learn even more if it means I get to be with him in that cute, cozy cabin.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, handsome,” I agree as I slide closer.

“Your sister said you bake that sourdough just for me. Is that true?”

Turning to face him as I flush, his truck rolling to a stop outside the shop, I nod. His face lights up in a smile warmer than fresh baked bread. “Yes, I make just enough for you. That and the... ahem, the focaccia bread.”

Becker frowns for a moment before his gaze drops between my legs. He licks his lips and grunts, adjusting himself in his jeans. “That’s my new favorite, honey. Never had something that good in my mouth before.”

Flushing, I bow my head, but he won’t have it. Reaching out, he tips it back up, drawing me closer. The air between us pops and sizzles as his thumb rubs at my mouth. “Becker, I don’t want to go but....”

“Don’t want to let you go, but” he parrots me, slanting his mouth over mine softly. “I will be here, honey. As soon as you close, let me know. I’ll be down that mountain and at this door fast as I can.”

Laughing, I nod and kiss him once more, still shocked I can. How did this even happen? Yesterday it was a dream, fantasies, now here we sit, tangled up in a sweet embrace. One I want to last forever.

“Go on honey,” he rasps against my mouth. “I will be here. Always.”

Nodding, I climb from the truck and almost skip inside. Mackenzie helps through the morning rush before she demands details. Most of the details—specifically if he liked the focaccia—I keep to myself. Those details are ours.

“Well damn, maybe I need to learn how to bake,” she teases me.

“Beckerdoeslike my bread.”

Chapter Six

Becker