To save her family's business, a small-town baker returns to a television competition that made her a national laughingstock, where her partner is the professional baseball player who broke her heart.
After another disaster hits my poor bakery, I re...
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I curled my last bicep set with heavy breaths. Sweat tickled my forehead, and my shirt clung to my whole torso. Every morning, before sunrise, I was in this situation—beating my meat and dulling the rest of my frustrations in the hotel gym.
Daily boners put my teenage versions to shame. Last night, after our shopping trip backfired, I was hard again as soon as I'd shot myself empty.
Fucking only my hand for the past four years was maddening. Being in the prime of my life with willing partners, the problem was that the partner I wanted also wanted me but wasn't ready to act on it.
Inside the changing room, Paige's hesitation made every cell in my body scream, and my insides twisted. Her pulse was frenetic on my lips.
I was so in love with her that I couldn't think straight. Messaging her good night and morning wasn't enough. Her surprise wake-up call should arrive soon.
Hopping on the elliptical, I pumped faster, driving my body to fatigue while looking completely stupid. My arms and legs whooshed through the air like a rabid ostrich, but I pushed, faster and faster, sweating buckets until I couldn't breathe and my reflection in the wall mirrors blurred.
A hot shower washing off the sweat did nothing for the ache in my gut. Or my hard dick staring up at me. Grasping the head, I groaned as my mind went right back to last night.
Her. Me. Close enough I tasted her cherry lip balm just from her breath.
What was I doing? Fisting another erection that refused to go down, that's what. These showers were the one time I could fully let my guard down here. No cameras, no attention.
If Paige had let me in, I wouldn't have stopped. Kissing her, tasting her, pushing her against the wall so she knew how crazy she made me. Like a fucking animal, the obsession with sinking my teeth into her neck and burying myself inside her crawled under my skin, living in my blood as it pumped faster and faster.
There was a reason I didn't have flings—Yesterday, that reason had flashed every teasing inch of her skin before me. Creamy expanses far outnumbered her psoriasis patches, and the ones on her elbows, behind her ears, and her back looked like flat, pink skin marks.
But just because I saw almost nothing didn't mean she didn't feel anything, and my heart hurt at the idea she was still uncomfortable.
Chest pitching and hard nipples shadowing the lace, my girl fought against her own body's urges. With enjoyment sparkling in her eyes, the little tease knew what she was doing...Fuck, I'd have teased her until she squirmed with the same ache consuming me. Make her watch as I drove her crazy.
I came with a grunt, shooting a splatter of cum on the wall. The rest plopped between my feet. Washing it away and getting ready, the edge was off but so unsatisfying.
About now, she—yep, my phone dinged with an update.
Paige: You shouldn't have.
Instant grin. Her delivery was only the start. Although knowing her, she'd also thank me in person.
