Page 115 of Almost Love

Fisting her hair, Oakley lifted himself, taking her with him so they were sitting. She moaned as he shifted inside her, head tipped back as her hips snapped desperately. He forced his body to slow down as he buried his face in her neck, sucking and licking, tasting every inch of that vanilla skin. It didn’t matter how many times she used his soap, her sweet scent clung to her body. Just like he wanted to be attached to her. Sucking on the point where her neck and shoulder met, he growled when herfingers slid into his hair and pulled. Lifting his head, he had a split second to see her expression before her mouth was crashing into his. Hunger, lust, desire and mostly love shone in those beautiful brown eyes.

When her walls clenched around him, he dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. He guided her as she rode him faster, one hand slipping between the cleft. He dragged his finger through the soft flesh and pressed against the puckered hole. She moaned into his mouth and shuddered as she squeezed his cock in her tight heat. The kiss broke as Clementine rode him faster, head falling back on a loud cry as she came hard.

He wrapped an arm around her, flipped them over and pressed her into the bed. With one hand holding her hips down, Oakley rutted into her and with every thrust, he flicked her clit until she was screaming his name again. He tensed briefly, wondering if the orgasm that was hovering on the edge would suddenly vanish. But when he fucked her harder, sliding deeper into her, he felt his balls tighten. The tingle up his spine was a welcome feeling as well, and driving into her body, he came hard.

He swayed slightly and tipped forward, dropping onto her. A softooffell between them as he caught himself, head nestled between her breasts. Clementine’s fingers threaded through his hair, their breathing synching as they lay together.

“You’re incredible,” she said softly and his chest expanded. “Every single time.”

“Only because it’s you. Though, I can’t do anything else today. You ruined me.”

She laughed, huskier than usual. “If only we didn’t have a shop space to see.”

“ThatI can do, after that, we’ll come back here and repeat all of this.”

“But that’ll require us getting out of bed.”

“In a minute.” He peppered her chest with light kisses and pulled out. He sat on the edge of the bed to roll off the condom. “Conserve water?”

“Is there any other way to do it?”

Jesse, the realtor, was waiting for them outside the shop when they arrived. Oakley wandered the area with Gracie at his feet while Clementine talked with the other woman. He took in the big windows, the open spaces and he could already envision Pretty Baked there. He liked where the bakery was now, but he could see why this place had all of Clementine’s attention. There was a spacious section in the center with alcoves on either side, one wider and deeper than the other. From the left was an arched doorway leading to the kitchen. He tried to imagine his girl there, bending over tables as she frosted cupcakes and gave out instructions to her staff. A smile stretched over his lips just as arms wound around his waist.

“What do you think?” she asked, chin resting on his shoulder.

“It’s perfect.”

“Right?”

Turning in her arms, he brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Wanna share your vision?”

Her eyes brightened and she nodded. He followed as she twirled in place and then started pointing and telling him what went where and how it would all look.

“Cake tasting table here, so it’s close to the kitchen and not in the way,” she said, gesturing to one side of the shop. “We can also decorate these windows to separate it from the rest of the space.”

He nodded, gesturing to the open area. “You’re leaving this empty, right?”

“Maybe. This is where the counter and displays will be.”

Standing in the middle, he held his hands out in front of him. “This is what people see when they first come in. If it’s too crowded, they might not wanna stay.”

She chewed on her lip and stepped up beside him, head tilting to the side. “But that cuts down on the seating.”

“How many tables were you thinking about?”

“Twenty, at least.”

Pursing his lips, he walked to the stretch of space on the other side. “I think you could fit at least eighteen tables here, possibly a bigger one at the end.” When Clementine joined him, he gestured to the wall and said, “Put some art there or a mural, make it a coveted space to sit. A table of easily six can fit there, so you’ll meet your twenty quota.”

“Mack can do the mural.”

“He paints?”

She chuckled, leaning against him. “He’s incredible.”

“You clearly have a thing for artists.”

Rolling her eyes, she gently hip-checked him and turned back to the main part of the shop. “I actually found my dream mosaic tiles, they might look good here. I could probably get enough to cover this space. That way it doesn’t feel empty.”

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