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“Forever,” I moan happily.

“Is that okay with you?”

“God, yes.” I twist so I can lock my plump lips on his, fingers winding in his hair. “I love you too, Thomas. I want you with every fiber of my body, in every sense of the word. Nothing will change that.”

The speed of his pulse mimics mine. He searches my eyes and whatever he sees, it makes him smile. His hard arms embrace me until we're wound tight as a bird's nest.

I belong to him.

And I don't need a contract to tell me that.

Chapter Seven

THOMAS

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ICAN SEE HER DARTINGaround inside the bakery. She moves back and forth in her teal chef coat, always in a hurry, never resting because she's determined to handle all of the work herself. That's something I admire about Alice. It's rare to find someone as business-focused as me. I hope she won't reject the assistant I've hired to start working at the bakery next week.

Maybe I should tell her.

But... I like the way her eyes widen when she's surprised.

Smiling at the memory of how shocked she was when I spanked her way back when, I adjust my growing erection in my expensive trousers. I've been hovering by the front door, under the awning, waiting for the bakery to close for the evening. Now, when Alice walks into the kitchen and out of view, I make my move.

Entering, I reach up to grab the bell to stop it from jingling. Then I gently lock the door behind me so we won't be interrupted. I have to shuffle the items in my hands to do it all, but I manage.

It smells like cinnamon in here. I inhale deeply, remembering the first time I entered Alice's bakery. She'd hated me back then. I'd wanted to hate her, but it had been impossible. From the outset, after laying eyes on her pink mouth and thick hips, I'd been fascinated. I never imagined we'd go as far as we have. I couldn't have predicted our chemistry...

Or how we'd fall in love.

“Oh!” Alice gasps, spotting me when I push the kitchen door open. Her arms are wrapped around a huge bag of sugar. Behind her, lying on a counter, is a bowl of frosting; she was getting prep done ahead for tomorrow's inventory. “Thomas! What are you doing here?”

“Can't a boss check on his employee?”

She makes a face. “You aren't my boss anymore. You know that.”

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