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Eleven
Ripley
When the door handle rattles, Maddy jumps off the table and dives for the aprons. It’s cute to see her try to pretend nothing is going on between us, and I’m sure no one is the wiser, but it makes it so much fun to tease her during the day. Today is soufflé day, and that opens all sorts of options.
Paige and Grayson walk in followed by Chad and Cliff. All eyes go to the tray of croissants on the counter. The ones I made special for Madison.
Paige trots over and makes a grab for one. I pull the tray away just before she makes contact. “These are a special order. If you’re hungry, go to the front of the bakery and grab a snack.”
I pull a pink box from the shelf and arrange the pastries on the bottom. These are Madison’s. If she wants to share them, that’s her choice.
I take them into my office and write a note on the inside of the box flap.
Everyone is at their stations when I come out. I start right in.
“The word soufflé comes from the French word souffler, which means to inflate, or grow.” I look around the room, but my gaze goes to Maddy. I like the words inflate and grow, and I stare at her plump lips knowing that if I ever found the opportunity to have them wrapped around my cock, I would both inflate and grow.
Facing forward I continue. “The secret to a perfect soufflé is making the beaten egg whites form soft peaks. It’s the egg whites that perform the miracle of making the cream rise. That cream is the key to a satisfying experience.” I don’t dare look at Maddy.
I pass out bowls of room temperature eggs. “Make sure the whites are clean. Not a speck of yolk.”
Paige calls me over and tells me about her perfect every time soufflés.
“Honestly Ripley, mine are always creamy.” She rubs her body against my arm and begins cracking eggs. I look back at Maddy and watch her grip one egg hard enough to break in her hand. Jealousy suits her.
“Careful, sweetheart. Eggs are fragile.” I hand her a spare and she mumbles something that sounds like so is my ego, but Maddy has nothing to worry about. Paige could strut about in a hand towel, and I’d only have eyes for Madison Leclerc. She narrows her eyes toward the back of Paige’s head and cracks five eggs. She’s not gentle, but she’s effective. She separates the whites and yolks perfectly.
I continue the lesson, making sure they understand that soufflés get a bad rap for being delicate. “You’ve probably heard that a loud bang can cause them to lose their volume. It would have to be a really big bang.” Once again, I look to Maddy, but it’s Grayson that speaks next.
“After a big bang, I lose my volume.” The three male students laugh. Paige pretends to be shocked, but I’m pretty sure that girl has been banged plenty. When I look to Maddy, she’s rolling her eyes. She may be physically inexperienced, but she’s not stupid. She’s heard it all before.
The rest of the morning we talk about the basic recipe, and put our savory, cheese soufflés into the oven.
Thirty-five minutes later everyone’s creations come out of the oven perfect except for Paige’s. Hers is lopsided.
“Maybe your cream isn’t that great after all,” Maddy says, while she plates hers.
Rather than see the claws come out, I send the class to the bakery to eat lunch. “Maddy, I need you to stay behind. I have paperwork for you to fill out.” I told the class to be back in an hour and I take Maddy to my office.
“All this talk of rise and blow and inflate has me hard.” I lock the door and turn toward the most beautiful woman I know.
She dips her finger into her soufflé and brings it to her lips. “My cream is perfect.”
I’m on her like lint on tape. She’s in my arms and then on my desk. “Your cream is perfect.”
“Seriously, taste it.” She dips her finger back into the ramekin and offers me a lick.
While I suck on her finger, I pull down her pants. “I plan to. I know you're sore, but I swear I’ll make it feel better.”
“Lord, do you think your spit has magical powers too?”
I press my hand to her chest and lean her back on my desk. “I know it does.” I drop to my knees and run my tongue along her slit. Her head lifts to look at me and then falls back with a sigh. “You have the most amazing cream ever. It’s honey to my tongue.” I explore her gently but thoroughly, lapping at her sweet cream like a man starved.
I breathe in her scent and revel in it. Her hips start to buck, and I hold them down. She starts to keen and moan and I warn her. “I don’t care if you scream your pleasure from the top of your lungs. All I require is that it’s my name coming from your mouth. If the whole bakery hears, I want them to know I made you cum.”
She pulls her hand to her mouth and bites down. I lick and lave at her until her thighs quake and her suppressed groans vibrate down her body. I slide a finger into her slick heat and suck on her clit. She rockets from the desk. Although her fist is in her mouth, I can still hear her call my name. It’s the most wonderful sound.
I pull her back to earth with gentle caresses of my tongue and hands. She lies limp on my desk and I’m as hard as steel.
