7. Anna

It's been days and I can't stop thinking about Ryan and how he made me feel. And he didn't even try and force me to change my mind and sleep with him. Didn't ask for anything other than to make me feel good.

I've never run across another man that could do that with a smile on his face while he took care of me.

My phone rings and I don't bother checking who it is, I just pick it up.

First mistake.

"Hey, baby. How you doing?"

I grimace when I hear his voice. "Ben. Why are you calling me?"

"Can't a guy call a friend just to talk?"

"No. And we're not friends."

"Baby," he wheedles, his smarmy voice making my stomach roll. "Don't be like that."

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"I wondered if you might want to come in and interview for a job at this bakery I'm at. Sweets is looking for someone new to work under me and we both know you work well under me."

My lip curls and I growl under my breath. "Not interested."

"Baby, come on."

"No. And don't call me again." I hang up the phone, staring down at my trembling hands like there's something sticking to them.

Like the sickly-sweet feel of his smarmy words on my ear. Ugh.

"Are you alright?"

I close my eyes. Just what I fucking need.

"I'm fine, Ryan. Why aren't you at work?"

"I'm off on Wednesday afternoons. I've got a great sous chef."

"Bully for you," I grumble and clean up the mess from the batter I just mixed for tomorrow.

"Who was on the phone?" He blocks me so that I can't move around him and I blow my breath out and glare at him.

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Too bad," he grumbles, his teeth clenched tight. "Who was on the phone?"

"My ex."

He stands up straight, staring at my phone like he can burn Ben right through the device.

"What did he want?"

"Wanted me to interview with him."

"Fuck no he didn't!" He slams his palm down on the counter. "You told him to fuck off, didn't you?"

"None of your business."

He growls like a feral animal and backs me up to the counter, stalking me like a predator chasing prey. His heat covers me and the wild scent of him wraps around me, taunting me, teasing me.

"It is my business. Everything about you is my business, baby girl. I thought you knew that by now. But I guess you need a lesson."

And before I can blink, his lips are on mine and he's groaning, his lips moving on mine, his tongue slipping around my mouth, dancing darkly with my own tongue.

"Fuck me!" He growls and lifts me up onto the counter, the bowl that's sitting there tipping over and then dropping to the floor with a loud clang. He grinds against me and my fingers tangle in his silky hair then slip down to his shoulders, nails digging in hard.

"Ryan!" I groan and he grits his teeth and then his hands come up and he rips my chef coat open, his hands desperate and wild. His hair is standing on end as he lifts his head and growls, "I can't take it another damn night. I need you."

I gulp and then his head dips down and his mouth closes on my nipple through my bra. Stars erupt into shimmering waterfalls of glitter behind my eyes when I close them and arch my back, offering my body to him to do with as he will.

He mumbles something under his breath but I can't tell what the hell he says and I don't fucking care. I just want his touch. I want to taste him on my tongue. I want it all.

I lean back and more pans fall off the counter, the clatter enough to wake the dead. He grunts and his fingers pull at my clothes, ripping my pants clean off.

"I need to taste you."

He pushes my legs apart and I slap my hand over my mouth when his mouth finds my pussy and his tongue drives inside me like a bear after honey.

He grunts and grins at me, his lips slick with my juices.

"You're gonna give me everything and then you're gonna give me more. Because you're mine and you damn well know it."

I whimper and his tongue dives in again, tasting me, teasing me, owning me. Teeth, tongue, mouth. He uses everything in his arsenal until I can't think.

"Oh my god! Ryan! Yeshhh!" My legs and belly tighten and I arch my back, my whole body trembling, electrified as my body flutters and strains and then releases, my juices trickling down my thighs.

Ryan stands up straight and then he yanks at his jeans, his hands trembling. He drops his pants to the ground and my mouth falls open. "You're so big," I whimper.

He grins wickedly. "And I'm all yours, baby. So open those pretty thighs and let me find my way home."

"You say the prettiest things," I mutter but my thighs fall open and he steps up to the counter and his fingers trail through my juices.

"I say the truth." He palms his cock and the rounded head throbs an angry red. Then he traces it through my pussy lips and I tremble, eyes closing.

"Open your eyes. I'm claiming you and you're damn well gonna know who's doing it."

He lines his thick length up with my weeping slit and then pushes slowly inside my pussy and I tense up.

"No. You're alright, baby. Just let me love you. Let me in."

And I gulp and slowly unfurl my muscles until he can slowly, gently slip inside me, his thick rod stretching me uncomfortably at first.

"It's too much."

"It's not too much. It will never be enough for us. We belong together, baby. You were made for me and I've been waiting what feels like centuries for you to come find me. Now wrap your legs around my waist and fuck me like you love me as much as I love you."

I moan and wrap my arms and legs around him. He grunts and then he pounds into me endlessly. The table shakes and more stuff falls on the floor and I don't know what it is nor do I care.

"Yes," I hiss as he hits a spot in me that feels so damn good. "Yes, yes, yes! Again!" I throw my head back, arching my back and grinding against him harder, deeper. Every bit of my body aches, twitching and needy for him.

His scent surrounds me and just breathing him in…it's the most potent aphrodisiac. Leather, citrus, and sweat.

I groan and my pussy flutters wildly when he hits that damn spot again.

"Yes, yes! Oh god, Ryan! I love you! Love me! Fuck me! Make me yours!"

Stars shatter and burn like white lightning behind my eyelids and I pant out a broken scream, my body trembling wildly, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"I love you, Ryan! I love you!" I fall back to the table, sure that he'll catch me.

Limp and breathless, I close my eyes and sink into the table, boneless.

"I knew you loved me," he chuckles.

I groan and close my eyes harder.