Page 14 of Baked

“Listen, this was a gift, okay?” I jokingly motioned to the apron.

“I gave that to you three years ago and didn’t realize it was a kid's large!” Indi laughed. “I told you to return it!” She pointed the spoon at me, licking the special icing from her lips.

I couldn’t help myself, biting my lower lip while I grinned down at her. “I think it fits just right. Plus, it really shows off my figure.” I rotated, playfully flexing and showing off. I could feel her eyes drinking it up, her laugh trailing through the room.

“You show off,” she joked.

“Hey, this show off isn’t the only one who likes this apron. All my followers really seem to enjoy it. Especially when I flex my enormous muscles.” I moved my arms, dramatically flexing as she giggled.

“Yourfollowersare a bunch of horny people who follow you to see you bake things in sexual ways without a shirt.” Indi stepped closer, pointing her spoon at me, swirling it in my face. “And you forget whose idea it was to even do those lives and videos of you baking in your tiny ass apron.” She placed her arms on her hips.

“Careful, I wouldn’t want you to ruin my famous apron,” I teased. Indi cocked her smile and raised a brow at me. “My fans would be so upset.”

“Your fans,” she wheezed, looking at the words printed across the dirty white apron. My eyes studied her, wondering what she was thinking in that beautiful brain of hers. “I tell you what, I’m going to show your fans whose boss.” Indi backed away, running back to her room.

“Indi?” I called after her.

She quickly returned, opened a tube of red lipstick. “Hold this.” She pushed a small mirrored compact into my hand, adjusting it so that she could see herself. She ran the lipstick along her lips, painting her mouth a cherry red. I couldn’t look away, so transfixed and thankful for the apron. Cause without it, she would see how fucking hard I was. “There!” She popped her lips, snatching the compact, and looked at me with a smile.

“Indi. What’re you doing?”

She stepped closer, her green eyes sparkling. Her hands gently grabbed my sides, her soft touch halting my breathing as she slowly began to bend down, the sight of her eyes glued to me as her head fell making my dick jump with excitement. I had to swallow my feelings, my entire body rigid as I fought back the undeniable urge to fuck her on the kitchen island.

“Indi—”

“Don’t move,” she whispered. Her hands pulled her hair back, her eyes falling to my apron as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my chest. My heart stopped, watching asshe froze, carefully planting a kiss above the word Kiss, stepping back to admire her work. “There.” She beamed, proud of the perfectly placed kiss stain. “Now your fans and followers can admire your apron as much as they want, but you and I know the truth.” Her irises rose to me.

“And what’s that?” I asked gently, brushing my hair from my face.

“That I’m the boss. And you’re mine, Haze.” Her body squirmed, watching me watch her. The tension in the small kitchen only thickened, the silence between us growing as we stared at one another.

What game was she playing? Was she being silly, simply stirring up trouble for fun? Or was she toying with me, seeing how I would react?

The mixer slowed and stopped, completely shattering the moment. Indi shook her head, pulling her eyes away. She wiped her mouth, returning to her usual demeanor. “I cannot wait to devour these!” She pulled a small crumb from a corner brownie, moaning as she ate it. “They’re so good! You really have a gift, Haze.”

I wanted to bury myself inside her at that moment, and I would have, if someone didn’t knock on the fucking apartment door. It pissed me off.

Indi looked at me, confused. “Were you expecting someone?” I shook my head, frustrated. She went to answer the door as I silently began to scrape my special icing from the stainless steel bowl and glaze the fresh brownies.

“Look at you.” The second voice instantly irritated me, making my arms bulge as I continued to top off the brownies.

“Mary-Jane.”

“Have you been baking all day?” she asked, eyeing the kitchen island.

“Yup.”

Indi entered the room, her smile completely gone, thanks to Mary-Jane. She stood next to her, crossing her arms and tucked her hair behind her ears. Mary-Jane eyed her, scoffing. “Rough night?” Mary-Jane scrolled through her phone.

Indi ignored her. I cut a square, smothered in icing and handed it to Indi. She flashed a smile, taking a bite as the icing dripped down her mouth and chin, falling onto her breasts. I salivated watching her, seeing how much she loved the taste of me, knowing she was swallowing my cum. She licked it from her flesh, completely unaware. And I fucking loved it.

Swallow every last drop, little sister.

Indi quickly ate the entire brownie and licked her fingers clean. “Damn, that was so good. And messy. I’m going to take a shower.” I laughed quietly to myself. Mary-Jane looked up from her phone, watching Indi skip to the bathroom.

“Anyways.” She rolled her eyes and turned to look at the brownies. “These look amazing!” Mary-Jane reached for one, but I slapped her hand with a spatula. “What the?—”

“Those are Indi’s,” I growled.

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