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Cindy couldn't help but stare as Derek carried a tray of cinnamon rolls to the oven. This was only the third morning they'd worked the early shift together. But each day she'd spent the pre-dawn hours salivating over him.
Derek had closely-cropped, black hair, the penetrating green eyes of a panther, and the most perfectly sculpted arms she'd ever seen. She supposed the arms were a product of all the kneading he did. Lord knows her arms were aching after two morning on bread duty.
His tight, white t-shirt strained across his shoulders as he lifted the heavy tray. Her gaze dropped to his tight ass encased in worn denim. Never had she seen buttocks more perfectly formed. She wanted to drop to her knees and take a bite.
He pulled a another tray of rolls out of the oven after sliding the new one in. As he placed them on the cooling rack and began icing them, Cindy turned back to her dough. She knew he'd seen her staring at him countless time, but it embarrassed her even more when they were alone.
To her surprise, Derek didn't return to the wheat dough he'd been working. Instead, he walked up behind her. He stood so close that if she leaned back a fraction of an inch, she would make contact with his solid chest and rock hard abs. Her nipples tightened painfully and liquid heat shot through her belly.
Cindy tried to force a calming breath into her lungs. He was her boss, not her lover. She had to get herself under control.
He wrapped his arms around her body and placed his hands over hers. "You need to work with the dough, not against it. Let me show you."
His mouth was inches from her ear. She shivered as his warm breath tickled her neck and ruffled her hair.
Derek leaned forward to press the dough down. His body came into full contact with hers. As they flattened the dough and gathered it again, they rocked together in a rhythm so like lovemaking Cindy had to bite her lip to hold back a moan.
Cindy's brain shut down until her arms wouldn't work at all. Her hands lay limp under his as he kneaded the dough for both of them.
"Press firmly to spread the dough then gather and roll." As Derek said "roll," he circled his hips, rubbing his groin against her ass. His cock nestled between her cheeks. Dear God he was hard as steel.
Could he possibly want her too? Cindy had never considered that a stud like him would even look twice at her.
She held her breath, unable to decide how to react. In the end, she was saved by buzzing timer.
Derek stepped back. "I'll get the cinnamon rolls."
His voice was smooth and steady as always. Cindy doubted she had to ability to speak. She stared down at the dough, trying to get her lungs and heart working properly again.
"Would you like a bite?"
She hadn't heard Derek come up behind her again, but when she turned around he was holding a hot, gooey bite of cinnamon roll up to her mouth.
Cindy dared to glance at his face. He was amused by her confusion, but she was sure she saw desire in his eyes. He did want her, and she'd be more than happy to fulfill his every desire.
She opened her mouth, but instead of sliding the sweet dough inside, he spread the sugary icing around her lips. Her heart beat so fast, she feared it would explode.
"I guess you're going to have to clean that up." The wicked grin on Derek's face would have melted the snow in Siberia.
Cindy pinched her arm. Owww! She wasn't dreaming.
Derek lifted his hand and ran his finger along her bottom lip, lightly scoring her with his nail. "Would you like my help?"
Cindy's mouth hung open. She nodded.
He bent his head and swiped his tongue across her lip. His touch shot straight to Cindy's pussy. She shuddered and tried to arch her body against his, but Derek's held her face in his hands as he licked every grain of sugar off her lips like a hungry cat.
Waves of dizziness swamped her. God, he had a skillful tongue. What would it be like to feel those warm, smooth laps lower on her body? The thought made her knees give.
Derek raised his head. "Hold onto the table."
Her hands locked around the edge of the prep table. Her heart pounded so hard, she feared it might explode.
Derek reached around her waist, untied her apron, and lifted it over her head. Then his sticky, flour-covered hands pushed up the hem of her fitted t-shirt until it bunched above her breasts. She wore no bra. She'd overslept that morning and slipped out of the house in her pajamas.
His eyes widened when his gaze fell to her peaked nipples. The look of raw hunger on his face made her body clench and her pussy cream.
Derek ran his finger across the iced top of the cinnamon roll he'd laid on the work table.
Cindy's eyes followed his finger as he brought it to her chest. She could hardly breathe. She still couldn't believe her fantasy was coming true.
Derek slid his sticky finger across the very tip of her nipple. Pure lust stabbed through her body. She groaned, arching her back and gripping the table so hard she thought chunks of wood would come away in her hands.
He rubbed his finger through the icing again and smeared it on her other nipple as he bent to take the first one into his mouth.
She jerked when his tongue touched her oversensitive flesh, simultaneously wanting more and wanting to escape the overpowering sensation.
Derek wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him and sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. He pulled hard against it while swirling his tongue around the tip. He licked and sucked as though determined to taste every crystal of sugar he'd smeared on her.
He released her nipple and slid his tongue into her cleavage and then down across her stomach. Cindy couldn't get any air into her lungs. Anticipation made her chest constrict too tightly.
Derek tilted his head back enough to look into her eyes. He gave her a predatory smile. She closed her eyes and moaned.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating against her stomach. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited to do this?"
"What do you mean?" Was that husky, passion-filled voice really hers?
"I've been watching you for weeks. Ever since you first came into the bakery. When I saw your pert, little tongue licking cinnamon and sugar from your lips, I knew right then I wanted to cover you in icing and eat you up."
Cindy never thought she'd be one to swoon, but she was certainly close now. Nothing but her grip on the table was keeping her upright.
She wanted to tell Derek she'd wanted him for weeks too, but she couldn't remember how to speak. She watched in silence as he covered his finger in warm icing once more.
"I've seen you watching me. You've been fantasizing too, haven't you?"
All she could do was nod, because he chose that moment to slip his sugary finger between her legs.
"Yesterday morning I nearly ripped off your pants and took you on the floor when you spilled that tray of muffins. Watching your high, round ass poking up in the air while you cleaned the floor nearly did me in." He worked her clit as he spoke, swirling his finger over it then squeezing it between his finger and thumb.
Cindy bit her lip, but a low rumbling sound - too like a growl for her comfort - escaped.
"Like that, do you?"
"Yes, oh yes." She managed to find her voice at last.
"You'll like this even more." He bent and replaced his finger with his tongue.
Cindy tensed, afraid she couldn't survive such intense sensation.
Derek ran his tongue the length of her lower lips, sliding through her natural wetness and the icing he'd decorated her with. A loud groan poured out of her.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she stopped trying to contain her reaction and let herself scream. She released the table and gripped Derek's hair, pulling him toward her while thrusting her hips toward his mouth.
He nipped at her lips in response.
She dug her nails into his scalp.
He growled and gripped her hips, pushing her back against the table. She fought to arch against him, but he held her still as he devoured her with tongue, lips, and teeth.
As her climax rose, she forgot everything else. She wouldn't have noticed if the bakery had fallen down on her head.
She tightened her grip on his hair. "Please. Don't stop."
He released her long enough to gasp out the word "never" before pulling her clit back into his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip.
Every muscle in Cindy's body tensed. She experienced a moment of fear. The pleasure felt too sharp, almost like pain.
She tried to pull back, but there was no stopping the firestorm in her body. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she went over the edge.
When she returned to reality, she was kneeling on the floor, supported against Derek's chest.
"That was the most delicious cinnamon roll I've ever eaten," he whispered in her ear.
Heat crept up her cheeks. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, and noticed his enormous erection pressing against his jeans. With a will of its own, her hand reached down to stroke it.
He caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. She looked up, unsure what she'd done wrong.
He groaned. "As much as I would dearly love to finish this, we have to get back to work if we're going to open on time."
Cindy was mortified. She couldn't leave him in such a state, not after he'd given her the best orgasm of her life. "At least let me-"
He shook his head and his smile turned predatory again. "I've got to work late tonight. I could use some help making a strawberry shortcake. Would you like to be my . . . assistant?"
Cindy smiled. "I most definitely would." She decided this was turning out to be the job of her dreams.
