Page 82 of Sweetest Temptation
Samir took my hand, and we toured the bakery. The kitchen was our first stop. The moment I stepped inside, my jaw nearly hit the damn floor seeing the fully equipped kitchen. Stainless steel countertops gleamed under the soft overhead lighting. Every surface looked spotless and every appliance brand-new. There was a double-door oven, a huge industrial mixer, and even the pastel pink stand mixer I’d mentioned sitting right there on the counter like it had been waiting for me.
“Samir…” I breathed, slowly turning in a full circle. “This is everything I dreamed of.”
He leaned against one of the counters, arms crossed, watching me with that satisfied smile. “I remembered you saying you wanted a setup that could handle volume but still feel like home. So I made sure you had both.”
I ran my fingers across the smooth metal and grinned. “It’s perfect. More than I planned on spending.”
“It was worth every penny seeing that smile on your face, love.” He pecked my lips.
I looked up into Samir’s eyes, and my heart skipped several beats. This man, in such a short time, showed me nothing but respect and now love. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know that I’m ready to open my heart to him, completely.
From the kitchen, Samir led me up the stairs to the second floor, and I swear my heart swelled even more when we stepped into my office. It was spacious but cozy, filled with lots of natural light from the big windows overlooking the street. A soft blush accent wall, gold detailing, a desk that looked like something out of a magazine, and framed sketches of my early bakery designs hung neatly behind it.
I turned to him, eyes wide. “You remembered every single thing I said.”
“Of course, I did. You are always so passionate when you talk about it. I couldn’t forget even if I tried.”
He nudged open another door to the side. “And before you ask, yeah… this part was my idea.”
I peeked inside and gasped. “A full bathroom? With a shower?”
“Yup. Figured you’d have some long days in here, so you might as well be comfortable,” he said with a smug grin.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You really thought of everything.”
He gave me that boyish grin again and gestured for me to follow him down the hall. “One more thing…”
The last stop was the conference room, where I’d host meetings and consultations. The space was elegant and modern, featuring a long, white marble table with my logo subtly etched in the middle. Around the massive table sat twelve chairs, those also stitched with my logo on the back. A vase of fresh flowers sat in the center, filling the room with a soft, sweet scent.
I turned back to him, blinking back tears again. “Samir, this is beautiful. I don’t even know what to say.”
He stepped closer, resting his hands on my hips. “You don’t have to say anything. You deserve to walk into your dreams, not just talk about them.”
Before I could respond, Samir’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until my body melted into his. His lips brushed against mine, soft at first, then deeper. He lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the conference table, his mouth never leaving mine. His touch was gentle but sure; his hand slipped up my dress and ripped my thong clean off. I gasped softly against his lips when he slipped a finger inside me, then another, working them in and out of my soaked tunnel.
He leaned his forehead against mine as he repeatedly hit my G-Spot, his voice low and rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I moaned, whispering back, “I think I do.”
Releasing my juices on his fingers, I shuddered and tried to stop my body from shaking. Samir removed his fingers from between my legs and brought them to my lips. I didn’t hesitate to clean my essence off his fingers as I gazed into his eyes.
“Damn. That shit was sexy as fuck. Let’s christen this room and make our way down.”
“Yes, but first… Let me show you how much I appreciate you for making this happen.” I lowered to my knees, getting into a squatting position. I released him from his sweatpants, and his dick stood at attention. Wrapping my hand tightly around hisshaft, I took him in the back of my throat, making sure to fill my mouth with a lot of my saliva.
“Damn, Nova baby. It’s like that?” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my head up and down his shaft. “Shit! Maybe I should buy you another bakery.”
“Mmm…” I moaned, tasting his pre-cum as I bobbed my head, sucking on just the tip.
When I looked up, Samir was looking down at me with his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth, his eyes low. I pulled back, releasing him from my mouth and running my tongue under his dick, sucking on his balls while jerking him off at the same time.
“The fuck! I’m about to nut!” His breath came out rugged, a sound that went straight through me. The second he released his cum down my throat, his whole body went tense, like he was fighting not to lose control. The way he said my name in a plea had me burning from the inside out, and I came too.
“Damn, woman!” He paused, steadying himself on the table. “You’re dangerous.”
Samir shook his head, pulling me to my full height. When he grabbed my neck and brought me in for a kiss, I winced.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?”
