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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 tounderstand. 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—”

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