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Lora giggled. She sat up, yawning. “So, that’s the plan, then? Sneak around, hook up whenever we feel like it?”

“Hell yeah.” I nodded. “Sounds great.”

“Cool.” Lora yawned. “Let’s get some sleep, huh? I’ll take you back to your car in the morning.”

I nodded, moving to lie down beside her. We pulled the blankets up. Lora pressed her back to my chest.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Chapter Eight

Lora

It was fun to hook up with Bradley.

We tried to be careful. We didn’t talk much when he came into Bakeology, and I didn’t take any more trips down to No Regrets. We’d chat when Kenzie invited me to go out for drinks with her and the guys, but made sure not to spend too long talking to one another. We didn’t want to look obvious to anyone.

But all it took was a text, and we’d be off. He mostly came to my place. We got bored in my bed pretty quick, and started fooling around in other places—the shower, the couch, bent over the kitchen counter. We went at it on the floor in the living room once night, too drunk to make it to my bed. My knees were carpet burned for a week.

We hooked up in our cars during our lunch breaks sometimes, too. There was a little alley between Bakeology and No Regrets that nobody ever came down, and it was a good place to park and have a quick fuck in the middle of the day.

This, though. Tonight? Here at Bakeology? This was risky.

I didn’t mind staying late at work to get a few batches of cupcakes made for a wedding we were catering. Kenzie had something else to do, and I was free.

I definitely hadn’t minded Bradley’s company, either. He’d pulled a chair into the back kitchen, and we chatted while I mixed batter, divided it out, slid trays of cupcakes into the oven. But then they’d had to bake, and what else were we supposed to do?

So I was bent over the island, my jeans down around my ankles. Bradley’s hands were tight on my hips, his cock throbbing inside me.

“Fuck me!” It felt good to say things like that. It felt good to demand what I wanted, rather than just ask. And Bradley always gave it to me, exactly how I wanted it.

“Fuck, Lora.” He was panting already, moving rapid-fire against me. Every nerve on my body was lit up with pleasure.

And then the bell that meant the door had opened rang.

Bradley pulled out immediately, yanking his jeans up. I bent to pull up mine.

“Lora?” Kenzie’s voice called out. “You here?”

Shit.

“Yeah, one sec!” I called back. I turned, still doing up my button, and pushed Bradley toward the walk-in fridge.

“Are you kidding?” he hissed, shaking his head.

“It’s the only place!” I opened the door. He went inside and I shut it.

As I closed the fridge door, Kenzie pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen.

“Hey, you still working?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.” I smiled at her, laughing softly. Was I still flushed? It was kind of hot in here, with the ovens all going. “Yeah. I’ll be wrapping up in an hour or so, probably.”

Kenzie nodded. “Sure. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. I have a hundred and twenty cupcakes in the oven. I’m planning to come in early and frost them tomorrow.”

“Cool.” She glanced around the kitchen, looking at the chair for a moment. “Remember to take that back out front before you leave?”

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