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Ronnie
OH MY GOD.
His fingertips brand my thighs in a relentless grip while that sinful tongue plays my clit to my breaking point. I’m mere seconds away from coming apart on the man’s face when, to my utter shock, he stops. Something cold splashes against me, and my eyes pop open. Dane stands looking down at my most intimate place and circles more chocolate syrup before eating it and me in one delirious action. He swirls his tongue in the same motion he did the chocolate until every drop must be completely gone, and I’m left in an exhausted puddle of need. Wound up so tight a rough wind might make me come.
“More.” I hate my needy whine, but he stops.
I feel his warmth crawl up my body before I see his face. He looks down at me with so much adoration it stuns me silent. No words are necessary. His body covers mine, the crown of his cock teasing me. I kiss him with everything. My hopes, my dreams, all my fear, and especially all the desire I feel for this man.
My breath hitches when he pushes inside, breaking our kiss.
“Yes!”
“Oh my god.”
Once he’s rooted deep inside me, he stills. Stretching me so full it takes a minute to adjust to his large girth. He’s patient, waiting for me to catch my breath, somehow anticipating my need.
“When I make you come for the first time, it will be on my cock.”
“I would call you mean for holding out, but this seems like a win for me.”
His smile could start a fire, it’s so hot. Those dark eyes stare at me with raw need that matches mine. My hips start to move, and soon he’s thrusting into me in a punishing rhythm as I scream his name. Pleasure shoots across my eyelids as I fully let go, giving my trust to him.
Dane reclaims my mouth, his body moving above me as he rocks his hips, plunging his thick cock with the rhythm of his tongue that dances in my mouth. The friction of his torso rubs my clit in a way that curls my toes, and too soon I’m back on edge, ready to fall apart. Relentlessly he pumps, his large length strategically driving my orgasm to the very brink before he makes his demand.
“Come for me. Come for me as I fill you with my seed.” His words are panted against my ear and I break apart below him. Pleasure blooms from my spine to my heels and rockets up my body in a wave that flows through to my nerve endings.
Dane’s body stills as he grunts out his release. To my surprise, he roars like an animal and pistons his hips in deep strokes, filling me as I shake around him. He is a man of his word. While we catch our breath, I feel his come run through my crack. We’re both out of breath and panting hard, collapsed on the counter, and don’t hurry to separate.
“We just did that,” I whisper, scared of what comes next.
“We’re doing it.” He looks down between us, where he’s still inside me.
“You think you’re that good, huh? That you can knock me up in one go.” I laugh, but part of me also fears the worst. That I might be falling for the famous chef, and even with all his promises, my insecurities can’t fathom why he would want this with me, but so grateful for every second. No matter what happens, I know with certainty I won’t regret this decision. Dane Carmichael will be the father of my child.
“Yes. I’m certain I’ve succeeded,” he winks, lightening my mood.
We slowly break apart, sitting up to examine the damage.
“We’re a sticky mess.” I laugh.
“My sticky mess,” he says beside me with both feet now on the floor. Then he runs his tongue across my shoulder. “Guess if you’re mine, I need to take responsibility and clean you up.”
I nod, already feeling that familiar heat burning in my center. I’ve never felt that again so quickly before, but then again, Dane isn’t like any man before him. His face is currently covered in chocolate and me. Each word he says has purpose and meaning. If he says it, he’s given it thought and knows with certainty. I understand, and I’m so grateful for his reassurance.
He picks me up off the counter and carries me through his bedroom to his master bathroom, gently placing me inside his large shower. It has four spray heads surrounding us all, flowing hot steaming water. The gray tile wall is lined with gadgets I assume are soap dispensers. Looking down to wash myself, I notice his handprint in chocolate sauce painted possessively over my belly and smile. When I go to touch it with my own hand, I touch his as he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck. A shiver runs up my spine at the contact. Can a shiver be warm? Because he makes my whole body heat up, and my senses start paying attention.
“Are you ok?”
His tone is gentle, nothing like when he’s commanding a kitchen. This voice is just for me. I don’t mean to worry him with my silence, but I take a moment to think about it. We just had unprotected sex, hoping to have a baby together.
“Yes,” I say confidently. “It might be crazy, but it’s our crazy. I’m so excited to be doing it all with you.”
Tears spring to his eyes as he looks down at me, and his smile is so honest and pure that I melt into his chest. This is going to be a crazy ride, but I’m so here for it.
Two Months Later
Instead of hiding our blossoming relationship from my employees, we sat them down and told them how it was. If they thought it would be a problem, they were welcome to leave. To our delight, no one left. Instead, they all congratulated us. We have dedicated every moment since to pouring everything into building Bourbon, the best damn bakery it’s ever seen. Today we received the shipment of Dominic’s signature bots, that will be a part of the display case, which has garnered the attention of the city folks already.
