Breathe |girlxgirl|

*Eight*

((Marissa's POV))

I look at her and listen. She grins at my submissive-like behavior and starts kissing from my breast to my stomach and stops at my belly button. She takes a handful of icing and smears it on my thighs. I'm not going to lie, it's kind of weird. She frowns at my lower half and pulls down my skirt and goes to take off my thong, but stops.

"You know, there isn't a whole lot of room on this sink..." She sounds almost out of breath.

My heartbeat increases so badly that I'm scared it's going to jump from my chest.

She picks me up by my butt and places me on the very edge of the table where we were mixing the ingredients.

"Kendra..we can't do this here.....this is disgusting...." I pant.

She shakes her head.

"Marissa, we pretty much are finished and the work can be done at the other table. Besides, bleach will clean it up fine." She explains.

I shake my head no. This is disgusting. I can't do this here. I want her, but not where we prepare our food for our customers.

"Shit. You're right. Fuck!" She curses.

I stand up and my legs wobble a little. My thighs are so terribly sticky and Kendra notices and bites her lip hard.

"Where can we go?" I whine.

She pushes her palms into her eyes like she's thinking deeply.

"What about my car?" She asks. I almost forgot. Our bakery has a separate employee parking lot that just happens to be behind the building and in front of a thicket of trees. It's perfect.

We sneak out the back door and make it to Kendra's car. My legs, arms, and hair are covered in icing, along with hers. She opens the back car door and goes to get in, but stops.

"We're covered in icing...." She breathes.

"Is there something we could put over the seat?" I ask.

Her face brightens as she gets a blanket from the floor and drapes it over the back seat. She then turns to me, grabbing a handful of my hair, and crashes her lips into mine. It's a deep, thoughtful, hungry kiss and I can't stop wanting more. She picks me up by my butt and lays me down on the back seat, getting in and closing the door.

Kendra places her hand between my thighs and starts inching it forward until a loud honk startles us and we immediately separate and her head whips to the window, squinting until she makes a terrified face and gasps.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Ashley....she's here..." Kendra whispers.

"Wait, what?"

"She's not supposed to be here!"

I see a tall girl get out of a fancy-looking white car and start walking towards Kendra's. She has smooth caramel skin and long red hair that reaches just above her waistline. She throws it casually over her shoulder and puts her hands in her apron pocket. Her black leggings hug her small curves comfortably, making it a smooth, ironed-out sight for eyes. Her brown eyes light up when she sees Kendra's face through the window and waves.

I die inside.

Busted.

Goodbye, sweet job.

Goodbye, Kendra.

Goodbye, life.