Chapter 7

Kate

Chad’s alarm cries out. My eyes are already open.

I’m not sure I slept at all.

I shut my eyes and do the whole pretend to wake up thing.

When Chad sits up and turns, I look at his back.

My first thought?

What does Corbin’s back look like? Muscles. Tattoos. Scars.

I bite my bottom lip and feel my pussy getting wet already.

This is insane how turned on I am right now. I feel like I can bolt out of bed and run a marathon. No coffee needed. No sleep needed. I’m running off adrenaline and how horribly awful of a person I am right now.

Chad turns his head and smiles at me with his sleepy eyes.

He’s a very handsome man.

“Morning,” he whispers.

“Morning,” I say.

“Busy day at the bakery?”

“Always is. What about you?”

“Meetings. Contracts. I’d rather stay home in bed with you all day.”

“Then do it,” I offer. “Cancel everything. I’ll do the same. We can—”

“You’re a tease, Kate,” Chad says with a smile as he stands up.

Chad isn’t a bad person. Not at all. He’s a good man. A hard worker. He cares.

But cancel your fucking meetings, stay here, and fuck me until I can’t walk!

Instead, Chad walks to the bathroom, stretching.

He shuts the bathroom door behind him and lets out a loud fart.

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose with my right hand.

I can still smell the scent of my pussy on my fingers.

Under my breath, I groan.

My heart secretly races.

I wonder when I’m going to hear from Corbin again.

Ironic enough it was at the bakery where I met Chad.

He came in and ordered a black coffee and a blueberry muffin.

He didn’t catch my eye at first.

He was subtle. Smooth. Quiet.

Chad’s game was to keep showing up. The repetition thing.

It’s not a bad game to have or play. Honestly, I enjoyed it. The pursuit of it all.

Of course there was a voice in my head wondering why he kept taking so long to have anything happen.

I guess in his mind he wanted to act like the perfect gentleman.

In my mind I wanted to be treated like a dirty slut.

Opposites attract…

My finger slides against the jagged teeth where I’m supposed to pull the tinfoil to cut it. I gasp and put my finger in my mouth. I reach for a towel and move away from the counter for safety reasons.

I look at my finger and lucky for me there’s no blood.

I’ve got an order of forty-eight cupcakes being picked up soon.

No room for error right now.

I obsessively keep checking my phone.

Waiting for… something.

Leon owns the bakery. He helped his daughter open the bakery, then she fell in love with some soccer player and moved to Europe. Leon’s wife kept the bakery running until she died. Through a friend of a friend of a colleague sort of thing, Chad told me about this place and when I talked to Leon about running it, all he asked of me was to leave everything the same on the inside. He wanted to be able to visit the bakery and think about his wife and his daughter.

This place is more or a less a glorified part-time job for me.

I take orders, I bake stuff, and I run the register when people come in to pick up the items they’ve ordered. This place isn’t open like a normal business with coffee, snacks, and chilled out jazz echoing through a Bluetooth speaker.

The annoying buzzer for the entrance goes off and I assume it’s just Leon checking up on me.

I walk from the back of the bakery and feel all the air instantly sucked out of my body when I see Corbin standing there.

He’s massive. Muscle on top of muscle.

Prison muscle.

My jaw instantly begins to quiver.

As does between my legs.

“You were a good girl last night, darling,” Corbin says in his deep, powerful voice.

Heat races to my cheeks.

I’m fighting off the urge to smile.

I can’t help but think about Chad right now.

Sitting in some conference room with some expensive coffee in front of him. Another meeting. Suit and tie. Laptops and tablets. Stupid laughs and even stupider banter.

And here standing in front of me is six-foot-six of pure sexual, violent muscle.

The darkest and scariest eyes I’ve ever seen.

I swear I can still feel the tightness of the handcuffs on my wrists from the night I last saw him. When he was taken from me. Thrown into a prison cell for a decade.

I walked away free and clear because the only thing I did wrong was let a man like Corbin fuck me senseless.

Which wasn’t a crime then… nor is it a crime now.

Maybe morally it’s a crime, but you know what?

Fuck morals.

I know what I want. I know what I crave.

Corbin begins to walk toward me.

I want to know how he knows where I am. How he found me.

Yet at the same time… there’s a thrill in not knowing.

Is he following me? Is he stalking me?

He’s a criminal. Literally a criminal.

Corbin walks right up to me and he touches my face.

His hand is huge. And rough. Strong and callused.

He smells manly. Dried sweat. The smell of oil. Grease.

A familiar smell.

His family owned an auto garage. I assume that’s where he’s gone back to.

These are all valid questions to ask someone, you know?

It’s not against the law for Corbin and me to get a cup of coffee together. To say hello. To catch up.

What about finger fucking yourself last night and sending a picture of your sticky fingers to Corbin?

“I take it you’ve washed your hands since last night,” Corbin says.

I suck in a breath and nod.

“Too bad,” he says. “Was hoping to have an appetizer before my meal.”

“Corbin…”

His hand moves to my mouth.

He squeezes.

Thumb pressing against the right side of my cheek, digging it against my teeth.

Other fingers pushing at the left side of my cheek.

He presses harder.

Then… harder…

“I’ll never hurt you, darling,” he whispers. “It’s just pain. Not hurt.”

His eyes are devious, devilish and delicious and I can’t help but enjoy as he squeezes my mouth hard enough that I taste blood.

My eyes fill with tears. That’s just instinct. It’s not me wanting to cry.

Corbin eases up his grasp.

His tongue runs across his bottom lip. “I’m back, Katie . I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you. You promised me your undying loyalty, remember that?”

I nod.

“No matter what, darling.” He reaches down for my left hand. “You can keep that ring on your finger. But I’m here to own what’s truly mine. And you’re ready to give what’s mine to me, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” I whisper.

Oh, my body is on fire right now.

“Stick a finger in your mouth, Katie ,” he commands. “Touch the inside of your cheek. I want to see.”

I blink fast and do as I’m told.

I stick my left pointer finger into my mouth and touch the inside of my cheek.

When I remove my finger from my mouth there’s spit and a little bit of blood smeared with the spit.

Chills race throughout my body.

Corbin grabbed my mouth so hard, he made me bleed.

I like it.

Curling his lip, Corbin leans forward, his mouth moving toward my finger.

His mouth opens. His tongue inches forward.

He flicks his tongue against my finger, tasting my blood.

Then he groans. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you, darling. What’s on the agenda for tonight? What’s the upper middle-class life like on a Monday?”

Last Monday I gave Chad a hand job in the shower, then faked an orgasm because my fingers and toes were getting all pruned from being in the shower for so long.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Good. Stop by the garage later. Around eight.”

Corbin starts to turn.

I grab his arm. “It’s not that simple.”

He looks down at my hand. Then back to my face.

His lip curls. “Would you rather me show up to your house? Kick down the fucking front door? Show your fiancé a picture of his woman’s fingers covered in her own cum?”

My heart slams inside my chest.

“You better fucking show up, Katie . Ten years. Remember that. Ten fucking years. Just to give you a hint for tonight… be ready to suck cock.”

Corbin leaves.

I race to the back of the bakery.

I look around, taking deep breaths.

If someone saw me they’d swear I was about to go to the bathroom in my pants.

Not quite that…

I hurry to the bathroom.

I shut the door and throw myself against it.

My right hand slides down the front of my flour-stained pants and into my sticky panties.

As soon as I touch myself, my clit throbs and I cry out with relief.

I suck at the insides of my cheeks, tasting blood, my body ready to explode with pleasure, knowing Corbin’s the one who did this to me.

I want to scream at myself, What the hell are you doing with your life right now, Kate?

But I don’t care.

I masturbate at work.

Then I wash my hands—extra—and I find myself smiling and blushing for the rest of my day.

I can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to feel like to suck Corbin’s cock tonight.