Page 29 of Twisted Contract

“Everything can be here in a couple of hours. I already have the pantry stocked with some of the things you had at your bakery.”

“You did?” I run into his arms and throw myself onto him until I’m completely wrapped up around him. He holds me up as he chuckles deeply and then growls.

“Fuck, Trouble. Keep this up and I’m going to pin you to these nice clean counters and christen them,” he whispers in my ear before nibbling on it. A bark comes from his side.

“Uh-oh. Someone else needs me too.”

“I suppose I’ll just have to enjoy my kitchen for a while too.” He swats my ass and then I untangle myself from him.

“That’s a good wife. Now, get to baking and let my housekeeper know what you need so she can get it for you.” He kisses my lips and then says, “Come on, Cain. It’s time for a walk.” He leaves the kitchen, and then I take a long look around the room to see her glaring at me.

“I can’t see what he sees in you,” she whispers. I let it go and remind myself that she’s just jealous. If I was her, I would be too. He and I are temporary, but he didn’t even acknowledge her when he walked in the room.

“Do yourself a favor and find something to do while I check this out. If I need a list of things, I’ll ask someone else. I don’t trust you with anything.” I narrow my eyes at her and then open the pantry to check the supplies. There is a large notepad against the door with a pen, and I make a list of things inside. After about half an hour, I’m only missing about ten bakingitems and they’re not going to stop me from baking, but I’ll need them before tomorrow night.

I set up the first round of cupcakes I need to bake. It’s a two-dozen cream-filled chocolate birthday order. Most of the supplies are new, including all the rolling pins, mixing bowls, and baking sheets.

Forty minutes later, I’m done with the first two orders on my list, which is freaking amazing. “Trouble, how is it going?”

“Good. I’m almost done. I have a list of things I need, and actually, I need to add a few more.”

“Where is my housekeeper? I can have her get them.”

“Isn’t there anyone else you can send to do it?”

“Um…is there something wrong with her?”

“I don’t want to rely on someone you used to…”

“You think I fucked her?” He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. “Sweetheart. Not in a million years. I have rules about things like that, and I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.” He moves around the counter and then slides his arms around my waist. “Kiss me right now before I spank you.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” I press my lips to his and then pull back.

“You better try again, Wife. I’m about to spank that pretty little ass until it’s red,” he says, staring at me. He cups my ass and rubs my pussy up against his hard length. I moan and then kiss him properly. I set the cupcakes to cool in the freezer, and then I turn all the ovens off.

“Let’s go upstairs, and then you can properly thank me for the mini-bakery.”

“How would you like my thanks?”

“On your knees, for starters.” I blush and start out of the kitchen in a mad dash up to our bedroom. He follows, taking the steps two at a time.

Chapter Twelve

Connor

The past two days I was able to avoid the asshole governor and the attorney general, but today won’t be my lucky day. I’m in the middle of the city on business, and I’m immediately confronted by the two pricks as I pull up to the state building for a meeting with my investors. Of course, I knew it would happen, and my lawyer is waiting in the wings due to the fact that the bastards can’t be trusted.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my new father-in-law. It’s pretty nice to see you,” I say. The color on his face disappears, turning his red cheeks completely pale. “Oh, did you not see the notice? Claudia and I are married. It was a private ceremony with our family.”

“You bastard.” He lunges for me, but his men are quick to pull him back before he creates a scene in front of the press, who have their cameras flashing.

“You don’t look so devastated, Mirren. I guess Claudia wasn’t that special.”

“Pussy is pussy. Once you’ve had it, why marry it?”

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