“What do you think, baby? Did I do good?” Maddox asked.
“Good?” I echoed. “This place looks amazing. But I don’t understand. Where are we?”
“Your new bakery.”
Maddox’s reply didn’t really help clue me in to what was going on. “Umm. Yeah, I kind of figured that out on my own, but where is my new bakery and why do I have one?”
“Oh. Yeah. Shit,” he mumbled, tugging on my hand to lead me towards a door on the back wall of the tasting room. I’d assumed that it led to an office, and I was sort of right. It just wasn’t my office—it was Maddox’s. And he’d added an extra desk, presumably for me to use.
“You built me a bakery right next door to Ink Addiction?” I asked in awe.
He nodded. “I hate that we spend so much time away from each other. Before we left for the Bahamas, I talked to your sisters about the possibility of moving your workspace closer to me. My shop isn’t too far away from the chapel for you to be able to deliver your cakes, so they signed off on the idea. And while we were away, I had a crew come in and do the renovations since I wanted it to be ready as soon as we got back.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” I rose up on my tip toes to press my lips against his in a quick kiss before turning towards Aurora and Belle to ask, “Are you guys sure this is okay with you?”
“It’s more than okay. Our customers will be impressed by this space, and your caveman also bought a state-of-the-art delivery van to make transferring the cakes easier,” Aurora answered with a smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he hired someone to carry everything and drive it for you too since he seems to be just as over-the-top with you now that you’re pregnant as Griffith was with Belle.”
“Just you wait until you’re the one being bossed around by your own sexy guy,” Belle piped in as she shoved a prettily wrapped present into my hands. “Then you’ll understand why we go along with it.”
I grinned at Belle, thinking about the kind of guy who’d be able to sweep my feisty, big sister off her feet. He was going to have his hands full, that was for sure. But any thought of Aurora’s future love life was wiped from my brain when I spotted the custom T-shirts Belle had given me. The much larger one had Keep your hands off my oven and my bun printed on the front, and the smaller shirt said Bun in the oven with an arrow pointing downwards. “Oh my gosh, these are so perfect!”
“Damn straight,” Maddox agreed. “I think we just found our new work uniforms.”
“Only while I’m pregnant,” I giggled.
He leaned down to whisper, “Plan on wearing this shirt often, baby.”
Epilogue
Maddox
One year later...
The bell over the door rang merrily, but judging by the stomping coming from the customer, they weren’t in a matching mood.
“Of all the nerve!” Aurora snapped as she marched through the door to the bakery’s kitchen. Ariel’s head popped up from where she’d been bent over a cake doing some intricate piping.
“What’s wrong?” Ariel asked, her brow furrowed in concern. I frowned, unhappy whenever my wife was upset. I’d been sitting at the counter watching her work and getting turned on, like I always did. Every time she taste-tested something, every time she licked her lip, every time she bent over and put her sweet little ass in the air, I got closer and closer to bending her over something and fucking her senseless from behind.
I also loved to watch her work because of the way her eyes lit up with joy. It was almost as bright as when she looked at me or Faith, our six-month-old.
So, I bristled at the negative energy Aurora had brought with her into my wife’s happy place. I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. A low growl grumbled in my chest before I could suppress it.
The sound drew Aurora’s attention and when she clocked my expression, her jaw dropped, and she swung her gaze back to Ariel. “You’re pregnant again?” It was my turn for the jaw-dropping.
“How did you know that?” Ariel gasped.
Aurora stuck her thumb in my direction. “He gets extra growly when you’re knocked-up.”
Ariel stretched out to the side so she could see me around Aurora and scowled. I just shrugged. It was true, and I didn’t give a fuck. Ariel insisted that we should wait to tell people, but I wasn’t going to back off just so they wouldn’t guess.
Ariel sighed and straightened back up. “I assume there’s a reason you came stomping in here like someone kicked your puppy?”
Aurora punched her fists onto her hips and huffed angrily. “Some jerk just opened a law office next door to our chapel! Next door!”
“Oooookayyyy…” Ariel drew out her answer and studied her sister quizzically.
“It’s an outrage!” Aurora shouted.
I shot to my feet and hurried over to Ariel’s side; my dark expression trained on Aurora. “Yelling at my pregnant wife isn’t going to fix whatever has you pissed, Aurora.”
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down while Ariel petted my arm, clearly trying to soothe me as well. “Calm down and explain,” Ariel requested. “What’s wrong with a law office?”
Aurora opened her mouth before stopping suddenly to let out a humorless laugh. “I forgot to mention he’s a divorce lawyer.”
I couldn’t help it. I really tried, but I couldn’t contain the bark of laughter that escaped my lips. However, it died quickly when both sisters turned their angry gazes on me. I held up my hands in surrender. “Sorry, you’re right. Complete outrage.”
Ariel smacked my arm then turned back to Aurora. “It’s annoying sure, but is this really something to get so worked up about?”
Aurora threw her hands up in the air and shrieked, “Maybe if he wasn’t so drop-fucking-dead gorgeous on top of it! He’s like a walking advertisement for a deliciously drunken mistake!”
Ariel’s head fell forward, and I heard a quiet snort as her shoulders shook. Aurora started pacing and hadn’t seemed to notice her sister’s reaction. Except, then Ariel lost it and started belly laughing so hard tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.
I just stood there and smiled like an idiot, completely enchanted with how beautiful she was when she laughed. When she stopped and wiped her eyes, I glanced in the direction of her sister only to find she’d gone.
“Oh, dear. I’m going to pay for that,” Ariel said, still giggling. “Nobody gets even like Aurora.”
Taking Ariel’s hand, I urged her up and took her into my arms. “She’ll have to wait until you aren’t pregnant, so maybe she’ll forget,” I murmured as I trailed kisses along her jaw to a sweet spot just below her ear.
Ariel snorted. “Fat chance. She’s like a freaking elephant. She never forgets anything. She still likes to remind me about how I lost her favorite scrunchie when I was five.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed softly. “I bet I can make you forget.” She dropped her head to the side to give me better access.
“I dare you,” she sighed.
I lifted my head and grinned at her twinkling blue eyes and playful smile. “But, do you double dog dare me?”
Ariel shook her head a little wildly. “No way. The last time I double dog dared you to do something, I ended up pregnant again.”
“You were begging for it, baby.” She glared at me, and I simply smiled smugly in return. One of my hands caressed her belly, while the other palmed her ass and pressed her body into mine. “Good thing you can’t get more pregnant.”
“Um, yep,” she replied breathlessly.
“Belle and Griffith have Faith, baby. How about I get started on fulfilling that dare?”
I kissed her lightly and chuckled when she whispered, “Um, yep.”
Without another word, I swept her up into my arms and carried her through the connecting door to Ink Addiction and into our shared office. Then I flipped the lock and set her on the couch. Ariel shook her head as I went to work on her clothing.
“I think maybe we should build me a separate office in the bakery.
” I stopped as I was sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs and frowned up at her. “Think about it, Maddox,” she explained. “The only thing we do when we’re in here together is each other.” She raised a single brow and pointed at her tummy. “And then things like this happen.”
A laugh bubbled up, and I went back to pulling her jeans completely off. She was right, we’d conceived both of our babies in our office. But that wouldn’t change my mind about separate offices. “I’ll be better about letting you work,” I vowed. “But we’re not going to have separate offices.” My tone was firm as I refused to be swayed on this topic.
“That’s—um—that’s what you al—always say,” she stumbled as I began to kiss my way up her leg. “And somehow—oh!”—my tongue had reached her pussy, and I circled her clit a few times—“somehow, I end up spending more time on—uh, yessss…”—I speared my tongue into her channel—“on, um, this couch than at my desk. Holy cow!” I threw her legs over my shoulders, then grabbed her ass to keep her steady—my tongue never letting up its assault—as I carefully got to my feet and navigated over to her desk.
Once there, I dropped to my knees again and set her ass on the smooth wooden top. Then I added my fingers to the mix and quickly pushed Ariel over the edge. When her spasms began to ebb, I gave her a quick kiss on each thigh before surging to my feet. I had my big cock out and plunging into her heat in record time.
“Fuck, baby,” I gritted out. “Always so damn tight.” I put my hand flat between her tits and pressed her backwards until she was laid out on the desk. I’d removed her T-shirt but hadn’t gotten to her bra. Her tits were already beginning to swell from the pregnancy, and they quivered as they practically spilled from the delicate, red lace.
I pulled and plucked the tight buds on top and she moaned, her muscles tightening around me. My hips pumped in hard, deep thrusts and after a couple of minutes, the desk began to shift with each one. We were both spiraling high, on the precipice of ecstasy and as her desk crashed into mine, we both flew apart. The bang of the furniture meeting helped to drown out my roar of completion as I emptied myself inside my wife’s hot, little pussy.
After I had spent every fucking drop and was practically boneless, I laid over her with my head resting in the valley between her tits, her hands lazily running through my hair. “See?” I panted. “I can be good. You’ve spent more time at your desk than the couch today.”
Ariel giggled and tugged on my hair playfully. “I think you did more work at my desk than I did.”
I lifted my head, resting on my chin as I looked up at her and grinned. “How about next time we grab some frosting, and I’ll let you work on me?” Ariel licked her lips, and my cock flexed inside her, making me groan.
A knock broke the heady atmosphere and reminded us that we weren’t as alone as we felt. “Go away,” I growled loudly. “We’re busy working!”
“Working? If that’s work, you’re doing it wrong,” Belle snorted from the other side of the door. Another deep voice rumbled something, and I assumed it was Griffith. “What? I’m just saying,” she replied innocently to whatever he’d said.
I sighed and pulled out of my wife’s warmth but smiled widely when I heard the high-pitched squeal of my baby girl. Ariel and I dressed quickly, then once I was satisfied that she was covered up, with the exception of her panties in my pocket, I opened the door.
Ariel rushed out and scooped Faith out of Belle’s arms and started cooing lovingly. She acted as though they’d been apart for months, and it was cute as hell. As I watched them, and pictured our life in seven months when we’d have another little one, I would double dog dare anyone to find a more perfect life than ours.
Extra Epilogue
Ariel
Eavesdropping on my hubby when he was doing stuff with our girls was one of my favorite pastimes. I loved listening to my favorite people in the world as they interacted with each other. It always made me all gooey inside over how sweet my big guy was with his baby girls. Especially when he was doing something adorable—like letting our oldest daughter boss him around while they baked the Madeleines I’d taught him to make years ago. Pressing my back against the wall of the mudroom leading to our kitchen, I bit my lip to stop a giggle from bubbling out.
“You’re not doing it right, Daddy.” Faith heaved an exaggerated sigh, and then the stand mixer whirred back to life. “You have to beat the eggs and sugar for two more minutes or else they won’t have enough air whipped in them.”
After all of the baking lessons I’d given Maddox throughout the years—it took lots of attempts because we tended to rip our clothes off whenever we were alone together—he was well-versed in how to make my favorite little butter cakes. But he had no problem acting as though he didn’t know what he was doing since Faith enjoyed bossing him around so much. “It’s a good thing you’re helping me make these. My surprise for your mom would’ve been ruined without you.”
“Silly daddy,” Hope giggled. “Mommy won’t care how good they taste if we’re the ones who made them for her.”
“Because she loves us this much.” I closed my eyes, easily picturing Maddox spreading his arms wide like he always did when he said that.
“But we can still make them the right way,” Faith insisted.
She reminded me of her daddy when she got super stubborn and bossy. I slapped my hand over my mouth but was too late to quiet my laughter. The mixer turned off, and my sexy husband’s arms wrapped around me. He claimed my lips in a brief but hard kiss before calling out, “We’re in luck, girls! Mommy is here to help us.”
“Yay! Mommy!” Hope yelled, running over to take my hand and drag me into the kitchen. “We’re at the best part.”
I glanced at the counter and wasn’t surprised to see three mixing bowls lined up perfectly in a row. Faith grinned at me, holding her favorite pink spatula. “Hi, Mommy. We’re getting ready to add the dry stuff into the eggs and sugar.”
I ran my hand down my oldest daughter’s dark-red hair and smiled. “Everything looks perfect. Good job, sweetie.”
“I did the lemon zest,” Hope boasted, tugging on my hand.
Smiling down at her, I licked my lips. “Mmm, the hint of lemon is what makes the recipe so yummy.”
“And the vanilla,” Faith chimed in as she lifted the bowl with the dry ingredients to start folding it into the beaten mixture of eggs, sugar, lemon zest, and vanilla. Maddox came up behind her to steady the bowl, and she twisted her head to flash him a big grin. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“I wanna do the next part.” I settled my hand on Hope’s lower back while she climbed back on a stool so she could reach the mixing bowls. The girls were only seven and eight, but Faith had already outgrown the need for one. Hope wasn’t too far behind, which wasn’t a surprise since Maddox and I were both tall. She had another inch to go before she could safely work in the kitchen without a stool.
I helped Hope mix half of the batter into the melted butter, and then Maddox watched over Faith while she poured that back into the batter and blended it all together. Once everything was combined into one bowl, I clapped my hands together. “Okay, girls. This needs to chill for about an hour. How about you go ahead and wash up and play outside until it’s time to brush the pan with melted butter?”
Our daughters hopped off their stools and ran into the downstairs bathroom. They chattered back and forth as they squirted their favorite strawberry scented foam soap into their hands and rinsed off the bubbles. Then they dried their hands off and ran for the French doors that led out to the backyard. After they scampered over to the playground set and we’d cleaned up the mess, Maddox backed me up against the counter. I smiled up at him and stroked my hands up his chest. “Thanks for the surprise. You know how much I love Madeleines.”
“Anything for you, baby.” Pressing a palm against the marble surface on either side of my body, he lowered his head and brushed his lips over mine. “You give me my favorite dessert whenever I want it, too.”
A shiver raced up my spine as I remembered how I’d had to muffle my cries with a pillow just this morning. “And I get lots of orgasms out of it.”
“That’s the best part—watching your beautiful face as you come.” He bumped his hard length against my lower belly. “I’ve been addicted ever since you came back to that tattoo parlor and let me taste that pretty little pussy of yours before you gave me your cherry.”
A deep flush warmed my cheeks, not out of embarrassment but desire. My hands clenched his shirt, and I was about to pull him closer when I heard the girls call out for us to push them on the swings. “Tonight.”
“It sounds like we have a plan,” he agreed. “You’ll gorge on your favorite cakes after dinner, and then I’ll devour you for my dessert after the girls go to bed.”
Lucky me, that was how most of our nights went.
Baby, I Do
Aurora Dawson loved helping happy couples have their perfect wedding and happily ever after. Even if she never found one for herself.
When a divorce office opened shop right next to her, she was livid that someone would help tear apart the couples she brought together. But it was hard for her to stay angry at the charming, sexy lawyer when she found herself fighting an attraction like she’d never felt before.
With all the families he’d seen torn apart because of marriages that never should have happened in the first place, Will Scott was a one and done kind of man. When the stunning owner of the wedding chapel came storming into his office, he knew right away that she was the forever he was looking for. Now, he just had to convince Aurora that he was her happily ever after.
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Aurora
I loved weddings. The blushing brides, handsome grooms, and especially, the way they looked at each other. The flashy rings, beautiful flowers, and decadent cakes. I basically loved everything about them, which was a good thing since I lived and breathed weddings pretty much twenty-four seven.
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