Chapter Twenty-Three Jaxson

I never expected my first day of filming to go the way it did. I’d had doubts leading up to the first filming session on making the dessert, but I’d figured an apple pie to be easy enough. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Desserts have never been something I’m strong at, and honestly—I was nervous the entire afternoon wondering what a disaster it was going to be when I made the damn thing. But fate had been on my side when they had made it possible for Madi to be there with me. And if it hadn’t been for her, I’d have blown the entire fucking thing.

“About earlier…” her voice pulls me from my thoughts. My eyes lift to capture hers as she makes her way back in from the front of the bakery. She’d left me to clean up the mess while seeing the producers out.

“Stop trying to apologize,” I chuckle, wiping the pan out with a dry towel. “I want you to do this with me.”

A heavy breath escapes her as she steps forward, her bottom lip pressed between her teeth with an uneasy look in her eyes. “Well, this is going to be an adventure for sure. I promise I won’t step on your toes or anything with anything outside of making desserts.”

I saw the excitement in her eyes when they said they wanted her to do the show with me. There is no doubt in my mind as to how she really feels about the entire thing, and yet despite her own excitement—she’s worried about how I feel about it.

Laying the towel upon the counter, I turn my attention completely to her. To the unsure look in her eyes, to the soft pout of her lips as her teeth relinquish their control. Everything about her is beautiful, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize how stupid I’ve been. Placing my hands on either side of her shoulders, I sigh. A soft smile playing at my lips.

“Madison, there is no one else on earth I’d rather share this experience with. You deserve this opportunity as much as I do, and honestly… without you, I’d have failed. I can make anything and everything unless… it’s a dessert.”

A small snort escapes her as she laughs, a soft red blush crossing her cheeks that she attempts to shake away before meeting my gaze once more.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” I question, raising a brow. “We’re okay?”

She rolls her eyes, stepping from my touch as she grabs the large binder on the wooden shelf next to the office door of the bakery. Her fingers run over the cool pink plastic as she turns back to me. “We’re okay… as long as you don’t attempt to make any desserts again, without my instruction. Because that lattice-work on that pie… I don’t even want to know what the hell that was or who taught you that structure.”

Laughter consumes us both before as Madi lets out another heavy breath, gazing around the empty kitchen. “Well… I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.”

“Hell yes, let’s go celebrate.”

Her eyes seem to brighten a little at the gesture before she glances towards the hallway at the back of the bakery, making me furrow my brows in question. “Well, if you want I have a perfectly good bottle of Appassimento red among other things upstairs in my apartment…”

She’s inviting me to her apartment ?

“...unless, of course, you’d rather go out. Whatever you want to do.”

As much as I probably should say that we should go out, the idea of having time alone with Madison, especially in her apartment, is rather enticing.

“Your apartment sounds good to me.”

Nodding, she flips the lights of the bakery off to the main area and gestures for me to follow her. Down the back hallway to another door that led up a flight of stairs to a landing with only a single dark wood door at the top. The anticipation of spending time alone with her grows as my cock twitches at the sight of her perfectly round ass walking in front of me up the stairs.

The moment we were inside, and she flips on the light, I’m able to finally get a glimpse of how Madison lives. Though one might expect her to be made of complete chaos, she isn’t. Everything has a place but at the same time, everything is full of color. Blues, yellows dot every aspect of the decor paired with cream and gray. And though the apartment is small she’s made sure to keep a top of the line oven as well as squeeze in a rather large stainless steel fridge.

Her figure disappears behind a closed door as she excuses herself to change her clothes, only coming back moments later, bare-legged with a black, thin robe wrapped around her body. Her long hair is pulled up into a bun on her head, making me internally groan at how fucking gorgeous she looks just in her pajamas.

And how much I wouldn’t mind running my fingers across the bare skin of her body.

You’re fucking killing me, Madison .

“Nice fridge.” I murmur, watching as she reaches up into a cabinet only to look over her shoulder at me with a smile as she pulls down two wine glasses.

“Thanks… I know it’s a bit large but I like to decorate cakes. So sometimes my personal stuff I do up here in my kitchen. The fridge gives me room to store what I need to.”

Seeing the smile on her face as she briefly talks over her cake baking as she opens the bottle of wine is refreshing. It’s clear to anyone who meets Madi that she has a love for baking most people won’t be able to understand. But I do. Just seeing her work within the bakery today gave me a glimpse into the woman I thought I knew.

“What about you… what does your kitchen at home look like?”

Chuckling, I take the offered glass of wine and shrug my shoulders. “It will make you cry with joy.”

“Oh!” She laughs, eyes widening. “Now, I’m curious. I wouldn’t mind crying over a gorgeous kitchen.”

The idea of getting her into my kitchen is… interesting. I’d never considered it before but looking at her now, the smile on her face, the flush of her cheeks, I want to. I want to show her my apartment, my restaurants, everything. And I can’t quite understand why.

“Maybe one day I can show you.”

“You show me?” she replies with a small smirk as she lifts her glass to her lips. “After today, I have a feeling it may be me showing you a thing or two.”

I feign being hurt by her words causing her to laugh. “Ouch, Madison. You wound me.”

“Whatever… the only wounds that may need to be taken into consideration are the ones from the knives in the kitchen downstairs. The two of us working together might end in bloodshed.”

“Is that right?” I smirk, shaking my head. “And here I thought it would have been a rolling pin.”

“Shoot,” she sighs, downing the rest of her drink before grabbing the bottle once more. “Working with my mom is a breeze. I’m not sure you can handle me bossing you around.”

Taking a step closer to her, I place my glass upon the counter and frown. “Why would you think that?”

“I dunno…” She shrugs, placing her glass down as well. “You know how I am. I say the first thing on my mind, and… I’m not very gracious when it comes to people telling me what to do in my kitchen.”

“Does that mean you’re going to check that trademark mouth of yours at the door?”

“Keep dreaming," she says softly, as I take a step closer to her.

“Dreaming…” I mutter, putting less and less distance between us. “Can I be honest about something with you? ”

Her lips part again as the space closes between us. Her head nods slowly, “of course.”

All I want is to kiss those perfectly pink, pouty lips. To run my fingers through her hair, and relish in the sweet scent of vanilla that wraps around me every time I’m around her.

“While I was away in New York, you’re all that I could think about. Even though I may not have shown it by sticking to my promise… you were the only person I could think of, day and night. I’m so sorry if I hurt you. Please forgive me… let me make it up to you.”

Slowly she places her hand upon my chest, the touch of her fingers causing a volt of pleasure to roll across my skin as my cock twitches in my pants. No other woman has ever made me feel the way she makes me feel, and as much as I probably should wait before diving into temptation, I can’t.

“Fuck it.” I grab the sides of her face, crashing my lips into hers, my tongue fighting for entrance into her mouth. Soft moans escaping her throat as I let one hand slide down her neck as the other slowly unties the strap of her robe.

I’d fantasized about this moment since I came back to Willowcreek, and now that I have her within my reach, there’s no way I’m just going to let her go that easily. As the soft confines of the robe slip off her shoulders, revealing the silk black lace nightgown beneath, I all but growl with excitement. My hands grip the backs of her thighs, hoisting her upon the counter in the kitchen in one swift motion.

My lips trail down her jaw and over her neck as soft whimpers escape her, while her fingers thread through my hair. “Jaxson— what are you—”

“Shhh…” I hush her, brushing my lips against the base of her ear. “Let me apologize to you and show you how you should be treated. Like a fucking Goddess…”

A soft gasp escapes her as my fingers trail the inner part of her thighs, causing her to widen them more as I slip them down to run across the soft cotton front of her panties. The teasing motion makes her eyes close as I let the strap of her nightgown fall to reveal her erect nipple. My mouth instantly latches on it, my tongue flicking over it gently as I let my fingers slip beneath the fabric that conceals her tight cunt .

Slowly, I let my middle finger slide deep within her. My thumb brushes against her sensitive clit as her back arches and she tries to pull back. My other hand quickly grasps onto her hip, holding her in place as I move my finger faster and faster.

Every part of me wants to fuck her, right here, right now. But I can’t. Today isn’t about me getting mine. After everything I’ve put her through lately, I want to make it up to her. This moment is about me watching her come completely undone upon this counter in front of me.

About her losing total control of herself in front of me.

“Jaxson–oh my God. I can’t—” She moaned and begged, writhing against me as I brought her to the edge. A soft cry escapes her lips as her tight wet cunt tightened around my finger as she gave in to her release.

The sight of her coming was everything that I imagined it to be. The way her lips part and her eyes close as she gasps at the pleasure. Her body begging for the release only I can provide for her.

Slowly slipping my finger from inside her, I brush my thumb against her sensitive clit once more just to see the shiver run through her as her lips part once more. Her eyes filled with lust as she gazes down at me, trying to catch her breath.

“Don’t stop…”

“Believe me, I don’t want to.” I chuckle, lifting my middle finger to my mouth to lick her sweet juices from it. “Tonight wasn’t about me though… it was about you.”

Leaning forward, my lips brush against hers once more as I swipe my tongue within her mouth allowing her to taste herself before stepping back to admire the beauty that is Madison. If someone would have told me six months ago I’d be doing this, with the Madison Carter, I would have told them they were insane.

“Good night, Madison.” I smile, lifting my wine glass off the counter to down it all at once before making my way towards the door. “I can’t wait to see you again.”