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Chapter Eight
Bela
We made love three more times last night.
Made love.
I smile to myself.
My eyes finally crack open. I’m not complaining but the man suffers from a severe case of lust. I grin. So do I. I wiggle my ass a little and yep, his cock is hard, ready. One little swish of my hips and I can have him buried to the hilt.
“Do that again and neither of us will get out of this bed.”
“Are you challenging me?”
I feel him shaking his head. “Promising.”
I chuckle. “I’ll have a hard time working today as is.” Which is true. Every step I take my body will remind me of the hours we spent here in each other’s arms.
The sky is turning a liquid amber with shots of purple through it. Like someone spilled orange soda and dusted the sky with purple glitter. I hear the bell downstairs and Casey’s voice filters through the hole in my floor in the living room.
I shoot up, my hair a tangled mess. “Did you lock the door downstairs?”
Sixty seconds tops and we are both dressed and heading down the back stairs of my apartment.
At the foot, Miles turns and we are at the perfect height with me on the second to last stair. Our eyes meet and for a long second we just drink each other in and process what just happened between us. I have so many questions. What this means for us. Do we exchange keys now? Shit, that reminds me.
“Your key. Let me get it.”
He doesn't move to let me pass. Instead he takes my mouth in a fierce kiss. “Keep it.”
“Oh.” My brows inch a little higher in question.
“Meet me at the firehouse in two hours. Bring some of those cinnamon muffin thingies you make.”
A smirk draws across my lips. “You like those, huh?”
There’s no missing the languid caress of his eyes over my curves. “Among other things.”
“See you then?”
“I have the insurance man coming by in a little bit and a cake to finish. Make it three?”
He nods and is out the door with Casey swooping in to fill his spot in front of the stairs.
“You and the fire chief.”
I let out a huffy sigh and hope myI just got laid and loved every second of itbed hair doesn’t look too bad. “Yeah. It seems that way. Hey, thanks for coming in. Would you mind doing an inventory of our stock? See what I need to replace. The workers messaged yesterday and said five days and we’re back in business.” I clap my hands and say a quick prayer all goes well.
“Sure. Thank God too. Another day twiddling my thumbs and I would’ve gone crazy.”
Casey heads off to the back, grabbing a clipboard from the back shelf. She’s a godsend and I feel so lucky to have her as part of Bela’s Bakery. The repairs will take a chunk of the inheritance Gran left me, but I hope a second grand re-opening will help offset those expenses.
The crew arrives just as I step downstairs from a quick shower, dressed for the day. After a little of finagling, they’ve agreed to give me access to the ovens for a couple of hours before they start work. Penis cakes must live on.
Three hours on the dot later—penis cake and amethyst cake are done and delivered— I arrive at the fire station to the sounds of laughter and happy squeals.
“What’s going on?”
