The Baker

Chapter 50

Ben's sighs of annoyance could be heard echoing through the house. Cassie was in her office ("man cave", as Ben called it) writing up the Bakery's monthly report. So far, it was a very good report and there was no doubt that money would be coming through fairly quickly from advertiser's after the past few months have been. 

So Cassie ignored the sighs and continued with the report. But then she heard them again, except louder and angrier. She rolled her eyes and called, "Should I be worried?" He grunted and called back, "Not sure yet." 

Now it was her turn to sigh. She got up and walked across the hall to Ben's office. He was slumping over his computer with his hands in his hair and a stressful look on his face. "What's wrong?" Cassie asked. Ben groaned, then sat back in his chair.

"I signed up for three movies and their film dates are very close together. Luckily, they're not long...but it's going to be hell traveling back and forth like that." Cassie walked over and sat in his lap, before looking at his computer. 

She read it over, then said, "New Orleans for 12 Years A Slave, Oklahoma fro August: Osage County, and then Belgium, Germany, Iceland, and Kenya for the Fifth Estate. When will this all be?" He wrapped his arms around her and put his face in her back. 

"A couple weeks after we come back from New Zealand," he mumbled. "Osage County and 12 Years would take about a month each , but the Fifth Estate would take about two. I'm sorry, honey. I really wanted to spend time with you before all the Star Trek press junkets start up." 

"Hey," she cooed, while turning in his lap to face him. She cupped his jaw and made him look up at her. "It's your job, babe. I told you this when we first started dating, remember? Anywhere you have to go, I will fully support you." 

He looked at her curiously for a moment, before saying, "Isn't my job almost what broke us up?" She shook her head, then told him, "That was all the media and paparazzi. I didn't really appreciate my past, my dad, and my entire life's story being published for the world to see. What you'll be doing, traveling, is fine. We can Skype, call, whatever. It will all be fine."

Ben closed his eyes, then leaned his head on her chest. "I'm so in love with you," he told her. "I can't wait to get you to New Zealand, so we can both just relax and have time and privacy to ourselves. I'm so fucking stressed, it's unbelievable."

Cassie smirked, then moved herself to where she was straddling his lap. He quirked up an eyebrow at her, when she started unzipping his pants. "Darling, I know what you're trying to do, but I'm not really in the--fucking hell!" 

He let out a soft groan and looked down to where she was giving him the most lovely hand job. "What were you saying, darling?" She asked. Ben let out soft pants, while saying, "Nothing dear. Continue." She continued to stroke him in slow fluid motions, even though he was trying to urge her to go faster. 

Eventually, he just unzipped her pants and made her stand up to take them off. Once her lower half was completely bare to him, he pulled her back down and shoved his hand between her legs. "Why are you so wet?" He asked in a husky voice. "I haven't done a thing." 

She gasped as he slipped a finger inside, then said, "Honestly, I've been thinking about this all day." He groaned at the thought of her thinking of them having sex in any way, before finally just sliding in his very hard member inside of her. 

"Oh shit," she breathed. "You're just so big." He chuckled, thinking about how she said that their first time together and how he thanked her. He still laughs at himself for that sometimes. Instead of saying that, he told her, "And you're always so tight. Christ woman, what you do to me."