Still in the haze of a post-orgasmic bliss, she watched Jaxon unzip his pants and pushed them down to his knees, too impatient to get them all the way off. Kayla held her arms open, her legs spread welcome as Jaxon crawled between them. She reached down and stroked the thick length of his cock, reveling in the now familiar ridges and rubbing at the pre-cum that had gathered at the head.
“Don’t think I'm going to last long this one,” he said in a gruff voice, shuddering when she just stroked the full length of his cock in reply.
Then she wrapped one hand around his ass, guiding him with the other as she stared up into his eyes. Jaxon began to move. He felt the warm heat of her pussy around his cock, milking and pulling his already close climax out of him. He groaned when she flexed around him, shuddered when both hands went around his ass so she could thrust upwards into her. He looked down at her, easily telling that she was loving this, this power she held over him. He lifted himself on his palms and began to thrust faster and harder, their thighs slapping against each other as sweat flew off his body.
“Jax . . .” She paused in the middle of saying his name, ending it with a moan instead as she wrapped her legs around his back and urged him faster and deeper.
Jaxon groaned, his hips now moving of their own accord as he thrust even harder into her. He could feel his climax coming, the way her pussy was flexing around his cock rendered him powerless to stop it.
“I'm coming, baby,” he warned her, looking down as he pushed the full length of his cock deep inside her and stayed buried, his cock bursting with sensation as he came.
“Fuck,” Jaxon yelled, powerless to do anything but let the pleasure wash through him.
When he had absolutely nothing left to give, he fell face forward on the bed, managing at the last minute to make sure he didn’t smother her. After a few minutes, when his breathing was now semi-normal, he stood up, and in one move, had Kayla in his arms as he headed to the bathroom. She yelped slightly, then settled in when she realized where he was going. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, she sighed, thinking to herself she could get used to this.
17
Kayla was quietly eating her breakfast, aware of the man sitting across from her with a grin on his face.
“Any reason why you’re looking like the cat who just ate the canary?”
The smile became even wider. “Just surprised by how well you responded to being spanked.”
Kayla blushed as she shoved a piece of bacon into her mouth. The coffee had grown cold by the time she came out of the bathroom with Jaxon holding her hand. Everything else still tasted great though, and he had squeezed out a jug of orange juice.
“Maybe my response was more to you using your fingers between my legs and not your palm on my ass.”
“I had my fingers between your legs last night, and you didn’t cry all the four times you came.”
“Three,” Kayla retorted immediately. Then sighed when he just stared at her.
“Okay, four.”
“Just admit it. You loved me spanking you. Hell, Kayla, I saw your pussy get wet before my eyes right in the middle of me spanking you. God knows, if I knew you loved it that much, I'd never have stopped after that first time.”
“I didn’t like it the first time you spanked me,” she pointed out.
“Of course you did. You just didn’t like me.”
She sighed as she looked at him. “Okay, maybe I liked it more than I thought I would. But then, it would seem I like any and everything that head of yours comes up with.”
“And there is a lot more where that idea came from.” He leaned across the tray and kissed her hard, long, and deep.
Kayla felt disoriented for a few seconds, wondering how long it would take her to get used to the beauty of him. They had been dating three months already, and every kiss still felt like the first one. She looked up at him, smiling when he lifted a forkful of eggs to her mouth. After chewing, she swallowed and asked him a question.
“So, you’re into the whole spanking thing?”
“Won’t say I'm into it like that.” He shrugged. “More like I am into giving the woman I'm with pleasure in any way she would respond to. I find that more often than not, I get maximum satisfaction from making a woman scream in ecstasy . . . multiple times.”
She blushed but refused to let her mind wander to where his words had intended to take them. “So, if I tell you I want to tie you up and use a paddle on you, you’ll let me?”
“Do you want to tie me up and use a paddle on me?”
Kayla didn’t need to think before she shook her head. “Nah, not my thing.”
“Good thing, too, cause I don’t think I roll that way.” He narrowed his eyes as he considered her. “But why do I get the feeling this is something you’ll like?”
It was her time to shrug, smiling teasingly as she did. After a few seconds, Jaxon decided they didn’t have enough time to unravel that particular train of thought. He looked up to see Kayla with a wide smile on her face.
“What is it?”
Kayla chuckled. “Just thinking, six months ago, I hated your guts. Then three months ago, I admitted to loving you, and you admitted the same. Even proved it by going celibate for me for three months.” She had a teasing note in her tone. “I honestly had no idea you could do it. And halfway through, I wanted to tell you to forget it and just sleep with me and end the craziness.”
Jaxon frowned. “Really? When?”
“Remember when you took me to go see the Star Wars movie?”
“Yeah.”
“Remember I kept asking you to come up to my apartment, but you insisted I should come down instead? Well, I was putting on a Victoria’s Secret teddy with a red negligee. Had a pack of condoms on the nightstand, candles everywhere, and Michael Bublé on my speakers.”
“Damn.” Jaxon looked surprised. “I didn’t want to come up because I didn’t trust myself in a close space with you.”
“I know, and I realized it was kind of sweet, you doing that just to prove a point to me. It made me feel special,” she finished with a warm gaze at him.
Jaxon sighed as he held her hand across the tray. “And I’ll keep on doing anything and everything I can to make sure you feel special. Kayla, I love you. And the fact that I get to say that, knowing that you feel the same way about me, is the most special thing that has ever happened to me. I was ready to do anything to win your heart, baby. I’d have even gone three more months if that is what it took . . .” He lifted a finger when he saw the smile on her lips. “But I'm very glad I don’t have to. I love you, Kayla, in a way that makes every sappy lyric I have ever written suddenly make so much sense. I want you in a way that makes me understand why a guy would stand in the rain with a boom box raised to the window of their love. And I need you in a way I can never explain, only show you.”
Kayla's eyes were misty when he finished talking. “Now I know why you’ve so many female fans. You’ve got a sweet tongue.”
“But you know everything I just said is true, right?”
She nodded. “I do, and I love you too, Jaxon, in a way that lets me know you own me in a way no one ever has or ever will. But I'm not scared, because I know I own you in the same way.”
Smiling in relief that she did get it, he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I love you, Kayla,” he said, then repeated that with a kiss that said just the same.
THE END
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Forget about those other celebrity chefs. Or as I like to call them...
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Amateurs.
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Nobody can perfect a pastry like yours truly. People come from all over the world to taste my delectable treats. Women practically throw themselves at me, begging for a chance to suck the cream out of my éclair.
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I’m handsome, I’m wealthy, and I’m talented.
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All in all, life is pretty sweet.
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At least it was...until a beautiful Latina walked into my life and lit my whole damn world on fire.
They say all is fair in love and war. Well, Gabriela Martinez may not know it yet, but she and I are definitely at war.
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Now
GABBIE
“Oh, Gabs, I just heard the news. I’m so sorry.”
I look up as Lila, my best friend since high school, walks through the door of my bakery, Sweet Temptations.
“Um...what news? And why are you here so early?”
Lila’s eyes widen. “You haven’t heard?”
I place one last cupcake in the display case. “I hear lots of things but I have a feeling you have something specific in mind. Hey, flip the open sign for me, will you?”
“Shit,” she mutters as she does what I’ve asked.
“Spit it out, lady,” I say. “I have to bring out the tarts before the rush begins.”
She sighs. “Someone bought the space next door. My office brokered the deal and the client signed on the dotted line yesterday. I just heard this morning when I dropped by to pick up some fliers and I drove straight here.”
Lila is a realtor in one of Santa Monica’s biggest firms. At only thirty years old, she’s done pretty well for herself. Let’s face it; real estate in California isn’t cheap wherever you go, but especially not anywhere near the ocean. Higher sales prices mean higher commissions. The only reason I managed to afford my place was because I spent a couple years hosting shows on the Cooking Network which led to some endorsement deals.
Two years ago, I became painfully aware of how fast Hollywood can turn on you and just wanted to get back to doing what I love: crafting baked goods. So, here I am, running a shop in Santa Monica, only a few minutes’ walk from the pier. Like clockwork, tourists and locals begin lining up around 8:00 in the morning and don’t stop until I’ve run out of inventory for the day.
“Do you know what it’s going to be? Please don’t tell me it’s another bike rental shop. Lord knows we have enough of those.”
Lila shakes her head slowly. “Nope. Definitely no bikes involved.”
I frown. “Why are you being so damn cryptic? Just tell me what you know, Lila.”
She opens her mouth to reply but the bell dings as my first customer of the day walks in. Lila’s eyes widen when she sees the man strutting through the door while my eyes narrow into slits. What in the hell is he doing here?
None other than Ethan Baldwin, celebrity chef extraordinaire, also the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, walks up to the counter.
Ethan gives me a salacious grin. “Gabriela, nice to see you again.”
“I wish I could say the same. What are you doing here?”
He ignores my question and looks around the small space. I take advantage of his inattention and look at him. Damn, it would be nice if he wasn’t so good looking. With his dark, artfully tossed hair, olive skin, and muscles for days, he’s easily the most attractive man I’ve met in person. Seriously. I can’t find a single physical imperfection, and believe me, we’ve spent enough time together for me to notice any. He’s tall, too which doesn’t seem fair in my opinion. This guy won the genetic lottery big time. Too bad he has to open his mouth and ruin it.
“This will do just fine,” he muses.
What the hell is he talking about?
I grip the edge of the counter, holding back my rage. “What do you want, Ethan?” My tone is harsh and I’m not even sorry. After what this dickhead did to me, he’s lucky I haven’t smacked him yet.
His lips turn up at the corners. I refuse to acknowledge how full and kissable they are. “Now, Gabbie, is that how you treat all of your customers? I can’t imagine it’s good for business.”
I glare. “My business does just fine, not that it’s any of your concern.”
Lila is watching our exchange with avid interest. Honestly, I can’t blame her. She knows my less than pleasant history with this man—hell, half the world probably does. If our roles were reversed, I would be fascinated, too.
Ethan rubs his stupidly square jaw, the light stubble making a scratching sound. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong, Gabs. Your business is my concern.”
How dare he use my nickname? That’s reserved solely for people I like. “How do you figure?”
His light blue eyes twinkle with mischief as a smile stretches across his face. “Because, neighbor, you’re my number one competitor.”
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Then
ETHAN
“Ethan, I’d like you to meet your fellow judge, Gabriela Martinez.” .
I extend my hand. “Gabriela, it’s a pleasure. I’ve seen your show...it’s really great.”
She shakes my hand with a smile. “Thank you. I’m a fan of your shows, too. And please, call me Gabbie.”
Damn, this woman is even more stunning in person. Her pouty red lips would look perfect wrapped around my cock. And those curves...Jesus. She’s definitely fit, as evidenced by her toned arms and sexy-as-fuck legs, but deliciously round in all the right places. This is a woman who takes care of herself but she’s not afraid to eat. I’ve always appreciated having something to hold on to. Someone I’m not afraid I’d break during sex. In Hollywood, women are practically walking skeletons more often than not.
With her bronzed skin, truffle-colored eyes, and thick black hair, Gabbie Martinez could easily pass for Sofia Vergara’s much younger sister. Fuck, it’s going to take some serious effort keeping things professional when all I want to do is pull her into a room and fuck her senseless. And with the way she’s looking at me right now, I’d say she wouldn’t mind that one bit.
“So...” Eric, our producer, claps his hands together. “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s tour the set of Baking Masters, shall we?”
“Sure,” Gabbie and I reply in unison.
I’d like to say I’m a gentleman, but sadly, I cannot. The entire time we walk around, I intentionally stay behind just enough to
watch those curves in motion. My hands are itching to grab her ass like you wouldn’t believe. Fuck, I can only imagine how those heart-shaped cheeks would feel in my palms as I took her from behind. At one point, Gabbie looks back and catches me red-handed. When she winks, then turns around and continues walking with a little extra sway in her hips, my dick jumps for joy. Then I remember the no fraternization clause in our contract and want to weep.
After several scandals involving hookups and harassment charges with judges or contestants, the network put a clause into all new contracts that prohibits amorous relationships of any kind. While a full season only takes about a month to film, there are auditions and promo work which can be time consuming. Both Gabbie and I are locked in for three seasons, twelve episodes each, so all things considered, we’re talking at least nine months before I could ever act on this attraction to her.
I’m not sure if I’ll make it nine hours.
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Then
GABBIE
“This is taking too damn long.” I suppress a shiver as Ethan whispers in my ear.”
I look at the digital timer on the wall. “They only have fifteen minutes left.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, a little too loudly. “I could really use a drink.”
“Shh!” I whisper harshly.
“Why? Our mics are off.” He chuckles and gestures to the three contenders currently baking their asses off. “Besides, they’re too busy panicking to listen.”
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