Chapter Twenty-Four Madison

H oly shit… what the fuck?

Sleep didn’t come easy after my meeting with Jaxson after the first shoot. I hadn’t meant to get into the middle of what he was doing. But Jaxson didn’t seem to mind, which completely threw me off mentally. And to have the producer ask me to assist… I never could have imagined.

Not to mention, what he did to me last night. Holy fuck .

I’d imagined so many times when I was younger what it would be like to kiss him. Hell, to just be with him at all. Staring at my ceiling, I try to calm my flustered mind by counting how many times the fan blades go around before finally groaning and sliding out of bed.

Today’s the first day of my official role in filming with Jaxson, and I honestly don’t know how the fuck I’m going to get through it. Especially after he made me come undone within my kitchen last night. Fuck, the kitchen .

The moment I step into it, I stare at the kitchen island where Jaxson had me writhing in front of him. My mind plays over the pleasure he brought me as I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the ache I have for him.

Quickly grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I make my way towards my ensuite bathroom, my fingers quickly turning on the shower as I try to push the thoughts of last night from my mind. I strip down and try to mentally prepare myself for the day I’m guaranteed to have.

However, the moment I step into the shower, I can’t help but want to feel him again. My fingers brush against my skin, imagining what it would be like to have him touch me again. To have his mouth upon my neck. His hands upon my thighs, his fingers…

My fingers dip between my thighs, brushing over my sensitive clit as I rub in slow circles, imagining that Jaxson is with me. That it’s him causing me the pleasure I so desperately ask for. The pleasure I so desperately need.

“Fuck—” I whisper, feeling the knot within my stomach building higher and higher until I finally come completely undone. A soft cry escapes my lips as the hot water pelts across my skin.

If this is what Jaxson can do to me just by using his fingers, I can only imagine what it will be like if there is more.

A few hours later, after much cleaning and a wonderful conversation with my mother, I eagerly await Jaxson's arrival. The producer and his team had started to arrive right after we closed up shop. Mom, less than impressed about them already being there, but thankfully the team seemed to understand my mother's methods of cleaning and preparing and chose to stay out of her way until she was finished.

“I’m heading out,” she mutters in my ear as she places a kiss on my cheek. “Don’t have too much fun tonight.”

My face tinges red at her comment. I didn’t tell her about what happened with Jaxson, but I have no doubt in my mind that she isn’t already suspicious. Especially when she asked about Jaxson and how things went last night and I all but choked on the blueberry bagel I was eating this morning .

“Oh, hello, Jaxson,” I hear her call out, muffled words exchanged as the door shut and my heart began to race. Shit… act natural.

Turning around, I come face to face with Jaxson. A small smirk upon his lips as his eyes slid over my body making my skin flush with excitement. “Madison.”

Fuck me, why does he have to look so good ?

His dark hair hangs around his face, his hands setting down his tumbler on the counter as he pulls a hair tie from his wrist, gathering the loose strands of hair only to pull it back into a bun at the back of his head. Even in his white chef pants, and a black form-fitting t-shirt, I’m practically drooling. His white chef coat undone, leaving my eyes to gaze upon the ridges of muscles he conceals beneath his tight t-shirt.

And here I’m wearing black leggings and a bakery t-shirt with an apron.

“Jaxson,” I finally say, clearing my throat as I pull my attention back to his eyes, straightening my shoulders. “They’re still setting up, but the producer mentioned a specific dessert for today’s episode… he uh—said that you didn’t have one listed—”

My body is hyper-aware of how close he is when he takes a step forward. My fingers fiddling over my recipe binder in my hands as he stands directly next to me, peering over my shoulder into the book. The deep earthy scent of his cologne wrapping around me as I inhaled deeply, briefly closing my eyes as I try to focus on the conversation at hand.

“He what?” Jaxson asks casually. “Are you okay?”

Asshole… he knows damn well what he’s doing .

I glance up at him, watching the smirk form across his lips as I forcefully clear my throat once more and turn my attention to the book. “Lemon Meringue pie.”

“Your mother’s special Lemon Meringue?”

I nod slowly, glancing up at him from over my shoulder. Every bit of me wants to kiss his delicious fucking mouth, but I resist. Though with every second that our lips are practically inches away, I feel myself caving in. That is until he smiles and steps away, buttoning his top.

“Sounds delicious. I haven’t had that in years. Actually… I think since the graduation barbecue that Mrs. Kendall threw. ”

I can’t believe he remembers she made it then, but honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. The man loved every dessert my mother ever made. He was always the first one in line, especially for her chocolate-chip cookies.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time.”

“There they are!” The producer calls out as he approaches us with his arms wide open. “My two superstars.”

The discussions are quick, and eventually, the team is ready. Jaxson begins the show with a simple stove-top grilled steak and special seasoned potatoes that I practically moaned over because they were so delicious. And before I know it… it’s time for dessert.

“Once the pie crust is done baking, remove it from the oven without burning yourself and allow it to completely cool… and I do mean completely cool. Don’t end up like Jaxson, who likes to fill things without making sure they are at the right temperature,” I say to the invisible crowd I’m supposed to be talking to.

“Hey… what’s that supposed to mean?” My attention turns towards the filling I have cooling on the side before turning to Jaxson, who I regretfully put on the meringue and cringe every time he says ‘uh…’ as if he had done something wrong. Please don’t be fucked up. Please don’t be fucked up .

“It means exactly what I said,” I reply as I approach him. My gaze casts into the large silver bowl where he’d been making the meringue. A breath of relief escapes me as I see the perfection he’s managed to create.

“And that, guys, is how you make quick, easy, perfect peaks. Even if Madison thinks I can’t keep things perfectly in order.”

Drama queen .

He pulls the mixing tool out to show the camera the perfect peaks, and my heart swells. That is until he runs his finger over the meringue and turns to me with a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips before sucking the meringue in a very suggestive manner off his finger.

“It tastes delicious.”

Anyone from the outside wouldn’t think much of it, but I know damn well what he’s doing, and my fucking pussy literally throbs at the suggestion. My heart races as I turn towards the stove once more, attempting to pretend like I didn’t just witness what I did.

The hell is wrong with me!

With the pie crust cooled as well as the filling, I gently pour the filling through a sieve and into the pie. “Now, if you want a smoother texture, you will want to pour it through a sieve to get all of the little bits out.”

“I agree,” Jaxson says behind me. “Having it smooth does make it ten times more delicious.”

His eyes twinkle down at me from over my shoulder as he brings over the meringue, making me completely question my sanity. “If you don’t stop…” I murmur to him beneath my breath, watching as he lets soft laughter escape him.

“What am I doing? I’m just making firm peaks.”

Asshole… I’m so going to make him pay .

By the time the pie is complete and finally pushed into the oven, I wipe off my hands and turn to the cameras once more. “Now, as soon as the pie filling has baked and you have added your meringue, you’re going to pop it into the oven for about ten minutes, or until the peaks have turned golden brown. Then we will pop it out, and let it cool for about an hour or two. But whatever you do, don’t put it in the fridge.”

“And—cut!” The producer calls out. “Amazing work, you guys! Let’s take a thirty-minute break and we will come back to do the last-minute session and then we can call it a day.”

Jaxson and I both nod in agreement as the producer and his team go into their own discussions, leaving the two of us in awkward silence. My eyes drift to him before turning towards the sink to wash some of the dishes we used.

“I think we did a great job today,” Jaxson says casually as he brings me over the mixing bowls we used. “What do you think?”

What do I think?

“Yeah, it was great.” As much as I want to tell him what I really think, now is not the time or place. At least, not right this second. But as soon as we’re alone… I’ll make him pay. Preferably with a set of blue balls and a knock to his sexual innuendo shit. The timer on the stove goes off, and I quickly move towards it, my fingers turning the oven off as I open the door to reveal a perfectly golden-brown pie, which I place on top of the cooling rack.

I’d already prepared one for us to cut this morning, fully aware that it was going to be the dessert for today after the producer’s assistant sent me a message asking questions. My body drifted towards the finished product in a yellow pie dish that I placed on the counter in front of where the cameras were filming. The perfect centerpiece for the final take.

As much as I’ve tried to keep myself together today, it’s hard. I can’t stop thinking about him between my thighs, and every little glance or lick of his tongue makes my pussy ache to have him attend to it once more.

“What’s wrong, Madi?” He asks, his breath hot against the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine and a smile to my lips that I try to force away.

“Nothing…”

“Just nothing?” He asks, my body turning to face him as my waist presses against the counter behind me. “Were you not pleased last night?”

“I was,” I force out, trying not to stutter over my words. “We’re filming. I didn’t think now would be a time to discuss all that.”

His devilish smile once again appears on the corner of his mouth as he nods. “You’re right. Why don’t you let me take you to dinner after this, or perhaps tomorrow? I’d love to make things up to you. Properly.”

Jaxson Rivers is asking me out?

Never in my life did I think he, of all people, would be asking me out. Then again, I never imagined he’d make me come the way he did last night either. But yet, here we are.

“Okay… I actually have a huge order that’s due tomorrow, so I need to work on it tonight. But perhaps, we can on Friday?”

“Friday it is,” he replies, backing away slowly as the producer calls him over to discuss a few things. My mind is frazzled by the interaction, knowing full well that before I’m able to work on the cake order I have due, I’m going to have to go upstairs, pull out my blue vibrator, and have a playdate.