by London Casey
After going through a handful of emails and determining today wasn’t the most important day of work in my life, I closed my emails and decided to do something else.
Just for fun.
I looked for a new apartment… for Emily and I.
“Did you fuck her yet?”
“What? Who?”
Jackson laughed on the other end of the call. “Don’t play that game.”
“What game?”
“You showed up to my place, crying like a baby…”
“I did not cry,” I said as I reached the front door to Emily’s bakery. “Wow, I thought I was talking to a friend.”
“You were,” Jackson said. “I am a friend. Your best friend.”
“Cole’s my best friend. He has real advice.”
“What was his advice on this?”
“I didn’t ask him yet,” I said.
Jackson laughed. “You sound happier. Like you just ditched a ton of weight.”
“Careful, Jackson,” I said. “I still have a lot to figure out here.”
“No, you don’t,” he said. “You’re just looking for an excuse.”
“I have to go. I have a meeting.”
“Your dick with Emily’s sweet pussy?”
“Does Callie know you talk like this?”
“She loves it,” Jackson said.
“Hey,” I said. “If you ever bring up Em’s pussy again, I’ll kill you.”
Jackson cheered. “And he’s back. Go get her, Liam. You deserve to be as happy as you sound.”
I ended the call and entered the bakery.
Emily was behind the counter.
She looked right at me and waved.
The place looked busy and Emily looked busier.
I wandered toward the counter and saw she was alone.
She hurried to the side and I reached for her.
I had planned on pulling her close and kissing her.
Instead, she jammed an apron into my hand.
“What is this?” I asked.
“You’re here, you work,” she said.
“What?”
“Lucy had to leave,” she said.
“She okay?”
“Run the register,” Emily said. “Take the orders and we’ll talk after the line dies down.”
She smiled at me and I couldn’t resist her.
I couldn’t say no to her.
I wrapped the small apron around my waist and laughed as I tried to tie it.
Fuck this thing.
I put it on the counter and went to the register.
A woman stood there, looking annoyed as hell.
I pointed to her. “Now that pretty face needs a smile.”
The woman’s cheeks flushed a little. “Sorry. Just having a bad day.”
“No bad days allowed in here,” I said. “What can I get you?”
She rattled off a drink order that sounded like a different language.
Now I was the guy that worked in the corporate office setting. I was on the floor below the top floor. All we did was order out for food and drinks. But when it came to coffee, we drank coffee.
I glanced at Emily, who had her lips pursed tight, knowing I had no idea what to do next.
“So… coffee?” I asked the woman.
Emily jumped at the register. She touched my arm. “Go pour what I made into the two cups I have out. I’ll put this order in, then you can have her pay.”
“First day for me,” I said to the woman.
“You two are adorable together,” the woman said.
“She’s a tough boss,” I said.
I snuck a kiss to the top of Emily’s head.
I poured some kind of foamy looking drink into two cups as Emily took the woman’s order.
My job then became handling money, change, the credit card machine, and calling out the names of the orders.
We fell into a smooth routine though.
Passing by each other every few seconds.
Glancing at each other.
Emily always smiled at me.
I eye fucked her as hard as I could in those quick seconds.
More than a few times, we took up the same space.
Her ass in her tight, black pants rubbing against my leg…
I reached over her shoulder at one point and swore she moved to her toes and wiggled her ass against my cock.
I knocked over a cup of straws and she giggled and walked away.
Torturing me… distracting me…
I walked to the end of the counter and grabbed the next drink cup.
Without thinking - because fucking Em had my head scrambling - I picked up the cup and announced the name as loud as I could.
“Clit! Your order is ready, Clit! Is there a Clit here?”
I said the name as I read it. Then I kept saying it.
Emily looked at me and covered her mouth.
Everyone in the bakery looked at me too.
“What?” I asked. “It says right here… Clit.”
I pointed to the label.
Emily dove from the register to the counter and knocked me out of the way.
She ripped the ticket off the cup and smiled.
“Nicolette?” she called out.
A woman came forward with a leather bag hanging off her wrist and sunglasses pushed back on her puffy hair.
“Sorry about that,” Emily said. “The new guy can’t read.”
“That receipt said Clit,” I said.
“Will you stop saying the word clit?” Emily growled at me.
“Enjoy your… whatever it is… Nicolette,” I said.
“Thank you,” Nicolette said.
“What was that about?” Emily asked.
“Show me the receipt,” I said.
She slapped it to counter.
“Right there,” I said. “That says Clit.”
“It says Colette…”
I squinted my eyes. “Your handwriting sucks, babe.”
“I hate you right now,” she said.
Emily balled up the receipt and threw it at me.
I caught it and opened it back up.
Maybe it said Colette…
But I obviously had the word clit on my mind.
Emily looked at me. “Go in the back and see if Ember needs help.”
I held up the uncrumpled receipt and smiled.
Emily’s cheeks turned red.
I put the receipt on the counter and ventured into the back.
When Ember saw me, she laughed.
“That explains it,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought I heard someone yelling clit.”
“That was me,” I said. “Em’s handwriting is messy.”
“No shit,” Ember said. “And… Em?”
“Oh, sorry. Emily.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cute. She putting you to work?”
“I think I’m all but fired,” I said. “She told me to see if you need any help.”
“Last thing I need is for you to touch some squishy dough and turn it into some kind of porn,” Ember said with a wink.
“Wow, that was vicious,” I said.
“I’m just being real. I take pride in my baked goods.”
“And I take pride in my porn,” I said.
“Well played,” she said. She nodded. “Behind you there’s a stack of boxes you can build. I think it’s self-explanatory.”
Before I could get the first box together, Emily popped her head into the back and pointed at me.
“I’m building boxes,” I said.
“Don’t turn it into something perverted,” she said.
“Only when I’m near you do I want to be a pervert, babe,” I called out.
Ember laughed.
Emily blushed again. “I hate you, Liam.”
“I don’t have any alcohol here,” Emily said as she handed me a cup.
“What is this? Apple juice?”
“Pretend it’s whiskey.”
“Right,” I said.
“Thanks for being here today,” she said.
“I didn’t come by here to work,” I said. “But I’m glad I could help.”
“I wouldn’t call it help,” she said.
I pushed from the wall and walked my apple juice cup to the stainless-steel counter and put it down.
As I started to look around, Emily said, “Tell you what, Liam. One of these days when you need a hand, I’ll work in your office. And when you hand me some legal stuff, I’ll draw dicks all over it.”
“You wrote the word clit.”
“It was Colette.”
“Why didn’t you just write Nicolette?”
“I have a system.”
“Your system sucks, babe.”
“You can’t read, Liam,” she said.
“Or maybe… I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I moved closer to her. “Yeah. Looking at you behind the counter. Taking orders. Running a business. I mean, look at this place. It’s an instant fantasy, right?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Emily said. “We’re not that close yet.”
“So, what? You have to get to the third date before you bring a guy back here to fuck him?”
“Fourth date,” Emily said.
“What about two decades of waiting?” I whispered.
“Yeah… that might… work…”
I touched Emily’s hand and moved her cup to the counter too.
My hands touched the front of her pants.
I opened them and slid my hands along her waist, slowly pushing both her pants and panties down…
“You didn’t ask about cameras, Liam,” Emily whispered.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you?”
“I can’t figure out if I actually like you or hate you.”
“You can hate me but I know you like my cock,” I said.
Emily bit her lip.
She wasn’t used to someone talking to her like that.
I didn’t care one bit.
Emily hurried to step out of her shoes.
I eased her pants and panties down to her knees and ran my fingertips up her legs.
She wiggled her way out of the lower half of her clothing.
“Tell me something, babe… first time?”
“I’m not answering that,” she said. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”
My hands moved around to her ass and I picked her up.
When I sat her down, she let out a little cry.
“Cold,” she whispered and smiled.
“Then let’s warm you up,” I said.
She opened her legs and I looked down at her.
Naked from the waist down - except her socks were still on.
I smiled.
“What’s so funny, Liam?”
“Nothing, babe,” I said. “Nothing.”
I moved my eyes to hers then I moved my lips to hers.
The second I started kissing her, she leaned back and wrapped her legs around me.
I had always dreamed of Emily being sexual like this.
She always showed herself as calm, tame, and with a touch of innocence. But there was nothing innocent about what we were going to do on the counter in the back of her bakery.
I kissed her like I did the night before. The way a woman should be kissed.
I reached between my legs and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.
Emily then started to laugh.
I broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe you shouted clit to everyone,” she said. “Over and over.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I would have been mortified.”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Not even me?”
“Babe, I’m holding my cock in my hand, rock hard, and your pussy is soaked, ready for me. Do you really want to talk about life?”
“What if I said yes?” Emily teased.
“Then I’d distract you.”
“How so?”
I grabbed her right hand and put it to my cock.
Emily swallowed hard and bit her lip.
She nodded. “Okay… you win…”
She pulled and I moved toward her.
As I sank myself deep into her body, I put my forehead to hers.
Our eyes locked tighter than her pussy around my shaft.
I thrust and took myself to the hilt. And I paused for a few seconds.
She throbbed.
My heart raced.
She leaned back some more on the counter and flickered just the smallest of a vixen smile.
My hands grabbed her curved hips.
And we made something entirely new that the bakery had never seen before.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Emily
I shut my eyes and threw my arms around Liam’s shoulders.
His hands slipped between my ass and the stainless-steel counter.
He lifted me up, still pumping his body with speed and force.
The sounds of our breathing echoed around, mixing with the sound of his body colliding with mine.
“Come for me again, babe,” he growled into my ear. “Come right now so we can finish together.”
I locked my ankles around his body and just held on as he moved fast, building himself into coming. I didn’t think Liam could get any bigger, but as he swelled up… it was…
“Ah,” I managed to whimper in the last two seconds leading up to him climaxing.
He pulled me down hard against him.
That first throb of him…
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Yeah, babe, I know,” he whispered.
I started to come again.
In the back of my bakery.
In the arms of Liam.
With my life being thrown all around me in pieces.
I stood near the side of the stage.
Liam leaned over my guitar and kissed my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em.”
“I think you’re just drunk,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sure I’m drunk,” he said. “But you’re still beautiful.”
“Promise me something, Liam.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t get up on stage and sing tonight,” I said.
He laughed and then he kissed me on the lips.
In public.
Not that many people could see us or knew who we were.
The music club scene was still new to me. And it was a far cry from anyone Liam knew too.
Ernie got up on stage and announced my name, along with Carla and Faye’s.
They were right there, walking by me, looking sexy with big smiles.
Carla glanced at Liam, then me, then she winked.
I blushed, feeling like there was a glowing sign above my head that read I LET LIAM FUCK ME IN THE BACK OF MY BAKERY JUST HOURS AGO!
Or maybe it was the smile that refused to leave my face.
Or maybe it was the fact that when Carla texted me that Ernie wanted us to sing tonight, I said yes without a second of hesitation. Because Liam was right next to me when it happened.
He then grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the bakery so we could catch a ride to my apartment.
There he waited as I got changed and got my guitar.
Standing at the front door with a grin on his face, forever telling me I was beautiful.
We rushed from the apartment, holding hands, to another ride waiting outside for us.
Liam took care of it all.
He told me just to focus on being excited to sing and play guitar.
The man who supported me. Who acted like he… loved me.
I knew he cared about me. That was for sure.
Somewhere in the depths of my heart, that burn of mistake or guilt faded by the minute with him.
I was getting something I wanted.
And I wanted him.
I wanted
Liam.
I wanted it all.
I looked back at him as I walked across the stage.
There were people already clapping and cheering. Because they knew Carla and Faye’s names.
They put me at the center mic, right in the middle of the stage.
I took a deep breath and strummed one chord on the guitar.
My eyes moved to find Liam.
He stood, staring at me with big eyes and a big smile.
I opened my mouth to say hey to the audience.
And a thought hit me hard.
I was fucking in love with Liam.
“One more for our lead singer!” Carla yelled.
Everyone at the bar erupted into cheers.
Liam let out a loud whistle and clapped his hands like cracks of thunder.
Faye put her arm around me and handed me a shot glass.
I took a deep breath, laughing so hard my stomach was hurting.
I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed so much with friends.
And Liam.
I looked back at him and he nodded to me.
“Drink up,” Carla said. “Help her… Drink! Drink! Drink!”
In a second, the entire bar was cheering me on.
I pointed to Carla and Faye then nodded.
They each had a shot glass too.
We lifted the glasses and gently clanked them together.
I shut my eyes and threw the drink back.
The second it hit my throat, I put the shot glass down - upside down - and waved my hands.
I was done.
Anything after that drink and I’d be hugging my toilet instead of Liam.
Speaking of which, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me and kissing my neck.
I swallowed the whiskey, coughed and laughed.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked him.
“Sorry,” he said. “I just need to make sure everyone here knows you’re taken. There’s a lot of eyes on you tonight, Em.”
“No way,” I said.
“Trust me,” Liam said. “I’ve already mentally beat the shit out of ten guys. And there’s one at the end of the bar that keeps looking… I might have to kick his ass for real.”
“Oh, yes,” I teased. “I’d love to see you in a bar fight.”
“Well, he’s right there,” Liam said as he pointed.
I looked and gasped, grabbing his hand.
Liam then pointed with his other hand.
I laughed as the guy stood up and walked away from the bar.
