A Bargain Made with Frosting

Ch 48. Behind Closed Doors: When Work Turns to Passion

Six months melted into a whirlwind of flour-dusted kisses and whispered promises in between the sheets. Shivay, it seemed, had discovered a new side of himself – one that craved Annika with an insatiable hunger. Gone were the days of stolen glances and nervous touches. Now, his gaze lingered on her with a possessive intensity, his hands constantly seeking hers, his lips always a breath away.

Annika's bakery had become a neighborhood sensation. The aroma of freshly baked bread and decadent pastries wafted through the streets, drawing in customers like moths to a flame. Annika, a whirlwind of flour-dusted energy, thrived on the creative freedom and the joy of seeing smiles bloom on her customers' faces with every bite.

Shivay, on the other hand, juggled the demands of his own company and his responsibilities within the Oberoi Empire. He reveled in the challenge, his days filled with high-stakes meetings and strategic planning. Yet, no matter how demanding his schedule became, Shivay always found time to steal a kiss from Annika before she left for the bakery, or make love with her whenever and wherever possible.

One such day, Annika, working nearby, decided to surprise Shivay with a lunchtime rendezvous at his office. After finishing her own tasks, she grabbed lunch and headed to his door. A soft knock was met with a muffled "come in" as Shivay presumably focused on paperwork.

The door swung open, revealing Annika bathed in the warm glow of the office light. She was unknowingly sporting his favorite color – a stunning blue sundress that stole his breath away for a moment.

A wide smile spread across her face. "Surprise!" she chirped, setting up a small lunch table near the couch. "Thought I'd join you for lunch. Did I interrupt anything important?"

Shivay blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "No, not at all," he stammered, a grin slowly forming on his own face as he rose to greet her.

They settled onto the couch, enjoying their lunch and catching up on each other's days. Lighthearted conversation flowed as they savored the food.  Afterwards, Annika began clearing away the remnants of their lunch, preparing to return to her bakery.

Just as she was about to leave, Shivay reached out, his hand gently stopping her. "Annika," he said, his voice filled with a hint of something deeper. "Do you have any pressing deadlines back at the bakery?"

Annika, oblivious to the shift in his demeanor, shook her head. "Not really, Shivay, but I should get back."

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Well," he drawled, pulling her closer with surprising ease, "then perhaps you could stay another hour?"

Before Annika could even respond, Shivay's lips met hers in a passionate kiss. The sight of her in that blue dress had been a constant battle of self-control all afternoon.

The kiss started innocently enough, a sweet collision of lips that spoke of affection and shared longing. But as Shivay deepened it, his hand finding its way to the small of her back, a spark ignited, turning their lunch break into something far more primal.

Annika gasped, a surprised sound that quickly melted into a moan as his touch sent shivers down her spine. The cool air-conditioned cabin suddenly felt stifling, thick with the heat of their desire. His other hand cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he explored her mouth with a demanding urgency.

They stumbled towards the plush couch, a tangle of limbs and fluttering emotions. The dress that had captivated him earlier became an obstacle, and with fumbling haste, Shivay helped her out of it. The cool leather of the couch pressed against her bare skin, sending another jolt of awareness through her.

Shivay trailed kisses down her neck, his lips lingering on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Each touch was a whispered promise, a slow unraveling of her senses. Annika, her inhibitions melting away with each heated caress, abandoned herself to the moment. Her hands explored the broad expanse of his chest, reveling in the feel of his shirt straining against his muscles.

He reached for the buttons of his own shirt, his movements mirroring her urgency. Soon, they were a bare tangle of skin, their bodies a map of desire waiting to be explored. Shivay rained kisses down her collarbone, each one a searing brand that left her breathless.

She moaned his name as he kissed and licked her, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She arched her back in ecstasy as he hovered over her, his gaze filled with a hunger that matched her own.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion and longing, each touch and caress sending them both spiraling towards a climax that seemed inevitable. Shivay entered her, and Annika gasped at the sensation of him filling her completely. The connection between them was electric, drawing them closer with each thrust and movement.

As they moved in perfect harmony, Annika felt a wave of love and desire wash over her, enveloping her in a sea of pleasure and ecstasy. She held onto Shivay with all her might, unwilling to let go of the intense bond that had formed between them.

In that moment, there was no bakery, no deadlines, no worries or fears. There was only the two of them, lost in a world of their own making, where love reigned supreme and passion burned bright.

As they reached the peak of their desire, Annika cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling with pleasure. Shivay's own release followed soon after, and they clung to each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Annika," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, "you have no idea how much I've been wanting this."

Annika, her face flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses, simply leaned into him, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The stolen moments of their lunch break had turned into a beautiful, passionate interlude, a reminder of the intense connection they shared.

As the echo of their lovemaking faded, a soft knock on the cabin door startled them back to reality. Shivay swore under his breath, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his voice.

Annika giggled, a sweet sound that chased away the lingering tension. "Looks like our lunch break is officially over, Mr. Oberoi."

Shivay chuckled, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks and sleep-mussed hair. "Seems so, Mrs. Oberoi "

Annika teased, the playful glint in her eyes mirroring his own. "Now, how do we explain the state of your office to your very curious assistant?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge laced with a hint of amusement. As they scrambled to put themselves back together, the stolen rendezvous in Shivay's office transformed into a shared secret, a memory that would forever be etched in their hearts, a reminder of the passionate intensity that burned bright beneath the surface of their everyday lives.

Since that day the ever-composed businessman had been replaced by a man with an insatiable hunger for Annika, a hunger that surprised and delighted her in equal measure.

He'd ambush her in his office during lunch breaks, his tie askew and his eyes blazing with barely contained passion. He'd appear unannounced in her bakery kitchen after closing time, the moonlight casting long shadows as he devoured her not just with his eyes, but with his touch.

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