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  Marilyn yanks and pulls me into her apartment by my collar and slams the door in her brother’s face. “Jack, go home. You didn’t have to rush over here because I didn’t answer your phone call.”

  “Rush? You’re my sister, if you haven’t forgotten?” He’s the one who has forgotten since he’s the ass that upset her.

  “I think you have. Besides, I don’t want to talk to you. Please leave.” She presses her head into my chest.

  “You heard her.” I do my best to control the anger because she needs me.

  “Fine, but we’re not done talking about this.” His footsteps get softer as he leaves.

  “What are you doing here, Julien?” she asks.

  “I missed you.” A smile forms on her gorgeous face. “Besides, I told you we have things to discuss.”

  “Julien, you don’t have to hire me just because you want to sleep with me. You know that, right? There were ten other companies at the event.” I press my hand over her mouth and drag her over the sofa where I sit down and drag her over my lap with her ass up in the air.

  I pull down her shorts and panties. “What are you doing?”

  “You have several spankings coming, ma belle, but this one is because you doubt your talent and me.” My hand comes down on her pretty pale bottom, turning it pink. Marilyn’s gasps make me spank her ass cheek again. “Have you learned anything, Marilyn?”

  “Nope,” she says, lips popping on the “p” sound.

  “Bad girl,” I growl, spanking her three more times. “I believe you’ve learned something. You’ve learned you like your ass spanked.” I press my fingers into her tight hole, and it’s soaking wet.

  “Mr. Beaumont, I hope this isn’t the treatment you give all your bad employees.”

  “Only you. You need to be taught inside and out of the bakery how to behave. After all, we are going to create a family full of little bakers for generations to come.”

  “Babies?”

  “Yes, Marilyn. Did you think I’d just fill anyone with my cream? It’s only for you. I want my little ones inside of you.” She flexes around my fingers, squeezing them fiercely.

  “Fill me up, Julien.”

  “Avec plaisir, with pleasure,” I growl as I fist her hair in my hand, dragging her head up to my face. Her pretty brown eyes are glossy with heated lust. “You’re mine, my beautiful Marilyn. God, your ass is so sexy.” I rub her ass cheeks. “Do you know how badly I want to fuck this little gushing hole? It’s so creamy and wet, waiting for me to put my big dick deep inside and breed you.”

  I lift her off my knees, raising her ass up to my face so I can lick her slit, loving the taste of her sopping wet cunt. “Give me your cum, baby. Soak my face before I drill you into this sofa because I’m going to fuck you right here and then on your bed.”

  “We’ll see if you’re up to it.”

  I swat her ass hard. “We will see because if my dick isn’t hard, you’ll be working that jaw good as you blow me, making me ready to take you again, won’t you? Because you want to be the best employee, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I can see you do. This pussy is dripping for me. Wet and ready. Come on my tongue and then I’ll fuck your pretty little hole.”

  “Yes, boss.”

  “Good. I like that.” I eat her up sloppily until she comes all over my face and then I drop my slacks, freeing my cock that’s ready to unload with just a few strokes for sure. I quickly remove my shirt so I’m completely naked. Then I bend her over the cushions and stand with one knee on the seat and the other foot on the floor, guiding my length inside. The tightness is still so intense that some of my cum shoots out before I move.

  I’m still granite hard and I start to fuck her without abandon. My hands grip her waist, one on each side as she holds onto the arm of the sofa for support and then I let loose, slamming in and out. “You feel incredible. I’m about to come in your pussy. Are you ready to come again?”

  “Not yet, but I’m close.”

  “What did I tell you about taking orders?”

  “You didn’t tell me to come, Mr. Beaumont.”

  I reach around and pinch her hard nipples and then grip her face. “I think you like being a very bad employee,” I growl against her throat.

  “I want to be good,” she moans, clenching her walls around my length. It feels too damn good, but the sight of her getting worked up is even better.

  “What can I do to make you a better employee?”

  “You can kiss me.”

  “Yes, I can.” I tilt her head and crush my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside, twisting and playing around with hers and then I pull my lips away and suck on her throat and back to her mouth.

  “I’m coming.”

  “Good because I’m coming too.” I unload as she does, coming deep inside her, spraying her walls and filling her with my seed, hoping it takes root because I’m serious about the babies. The rest is dirty talk, but the baby talk is real. She’s mine, and I want our family to begin.

  We fall onto the sofa and I spoon her little body, cradling her close with my dick still inside. “Are you ready to move this to the bed?”

  “When you are,” she mumbles sleepily.

  I carry her to the bedroom and then take a shower. As much as I’m still turned on and ready to go, I tore apart her business and wore her out. When she’s ready, I’ll take her again as promised.

  In the middle of the night, I wake to her mouth on my cock. “Hey, baby, what are you doing?”

  “Just following orders.”

  “Well, don’t let me stop you,” I grunt.

  One hell of a wake-up call.

  Who needs sleep anyway?

  Chapter Seven

  Marilyn

  Julien’s driver, John, dropped off a fresh set of clothes for him in the morning and then waited for us as we prepared for the day. It’s fall in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a mixed bag of weather. One day it’s eighty, and then the next day it’s forty degrees. Right now, it’s a cool fifty-two and breezy so I need a hat and light jacket. When I dig them out of my front closet, I get a growl from Julien. “What? You don’t like them?”

  “Could you look sexier? It’s as if you were meant to sell the outerwear. Come now before I strip you bare and fuck you again.”

  “You keep that thing in check.” I point straight to that massive cock that’s barely hidden by his coat. He smirks, stalking closer, like a wicked villain with dirty intent. “You must behave, Mr. Beaumont. You are my boss and need to keep your hands to yourself.”

  “I just want one kiss,” he says so innocently.

  “Just one.” I lift my index finger, and he nods in agreement.

  “Okay,” I surrender. His hands slide around me, and I melt into his arms as his mouth lands on me. Three minutes later, he pulls back from the most intense and passionate kiss. I shake myself out of the dazed state he put me in. “I should have known better.”

  “Come. We’re going to be late.” He takes my hand and rushes us out of the apartment as if I’m the reason we’re behind. I just giggle and deal with his level of intensity.

  We pull up to the bakery early in the morning to start going over the plans for the wedding in Paris and handle the daily baked goods for the bakery itself. I’m so excited to be a part of it. I find Julien staring at me as the vehicle comes to a stop. “What?” I ask.

  “Nothing. You’re just so damn beautiful when you’re happy.”

  I can’t hide the blush on my face or the clenching of my thighs at his praise. “Thank you. I’m excited to get started.”

  “That’s good, because I can’t wait for everyone to get a taste of your baked treats.” He assists me out of the vehicle and then holds the door open to the bakery. Once inside, I breathe in the delicious smells permeating the air, tasting them on my tongue.

  “Mr. Beaumont, Ms. Shaw, good Morning.” She’s a petite blonde who’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Good morning, Sara. We’re heading into the kitchen to start baking. Has Myla arrived already?” Although she could be another man for as much attention Julien showed her.

  “Yes, she arrived ten minutes ago,” she says with a bright smile.

  “Fantastic. And Oliver?” There goes the sunshine in her face.

  “Sir, he called in.” She appears nervous after admitting that.

  “Did he say why?” Julien bites.

  “Only that he wasn’t feeling well.” Something isn’t adding up, and Julien has a weird expression on his face like he’s not quite sure what to make of it.

  The second we step into the back, I ask, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I’m fine. I need to make a call after we get settled.” He kisses my cheek, and I smile.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t be kissing at work.”

  “Woman, I will kiss you wherever I want. You’re mine, even if you work for me. I don’t have a policy about it, and I don’t give two fucks what anyone has to say about it. Let someone doubt your talents. Once they taste your pastries, they’ll bite their tongues.”

  I lift my purse off my shoulder and then slip off my coat. A low growl comes from Julien as he takes in my top. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day without bending you over the counter and burying my cock deep inside you.”

  “Well, we do have an audience, and the fact that it’s not quite up to code if we fuck with food around.”

  “I’d hate to waste good desserts, but some things are just worth it,” he grunts, slamming his mouth to mine. We finally pull apart and then set our things in his office before going into the kitchen area where Myla is working with Thomas, who I haven’t met yet either, but Julien makes the introductions.

>   “Myla, I haven’t seen you since…what…last September?” I say, walking up to her and giving her a big hug.

  She pulls back and smiles. “Yes. It’s been so crazy with classes that I didn’t have time to work in the test kitchens after hours.” She has a family to take care of, and it’s sweet how loving her husband is.

  “I’m sorry. Well, at least you’re here, working for Mr. Beaumont.”

  Julien leans in and whispers in my ear, “Good, ma marguerite, you only get away with calling me Julien.”

  We get underway and jot down the list of ingredients and supplies. We are planning not only for the storefront to be sold, but the items that are needed just for the wedding event. It takes most of the day and Myla and I are super tired. Thomas had already left earlier since he started three hours before all of us. He opens early for the morning rush, and then Sara comes in before Julien. They have four other staff members, but those two are Julien’s favorites because they are amazing. Thomas is his head assistant baker. Sara runs the front end as the cashier and customer service rep, taking all the special orders.

  “Let’s call it a night. Tomorrow we’ll get started on the cake for the actual wedding. We need to have a backup cake should something happen to the first, so we need a lot of baking and storing. We are going to be put to the test. Let me walk Mrs. Reed to her car first, and then we’ll clean up.”

  “I left my purse and coat in your office, Mr. Beaumont,” Myla says.

  “We’ll gather it first.”

  He walks her out and then returns a minute later.

  “You don’t have to do all that by yourself, my sweet morsel. I can help.” He moves to stand behind me.

  “There’s not a lot left to clean. Myla has a knack for keeping an organized workstation. I believe that has a lot to do with being a mother.” He unties my apron, letting it fall to the floor in front of me.

  “Yes, something I plan to help you with,” he growls, gripping my hips and grinding his cock against my ass.

  “Yes, I believe you suggested that recipe earlier,” I answer through a moan as his teeth bite down on my shoulder.

  “I’ve spent all day watching you bake. Have you any idea how erotic that is to me? I nearly came twice like a fucking schoolboy when you licked your lips after testing the icing. Look what we have here.” He reaches over, and there’s still a bowl of filling.

  I slip my finger into the almost empty bowl and lick it off, sucking it for good measure. A low rumble comes from his chest, and I can feel it against my back. He swats my bottom. “You’re trying to get fucked rough right here, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Mr. Beaumont.”

  He quickly yanks down my yoga pants and sees I’m not wearing any panties. His first two fingers immediately push into my pussy hole. I gasp and then moan while he roughly finger fucks my slit. “Such a bad employee, Ms. Shaw. No panties.” He sucks on my throat and then pulls back hard. He goes to his belt and frees his cock from his pants. “Knees, now. You’re going to be punished. You like cream? I’ve got some for you.” He pushes me down onto the ground and opens my mouth, reaching for the bowl with the other hand and slipping two fingers in and swiping it over his cock.

  “Clean me off, woman.” Gripping my hair, he guides me to his thick cock and I lick off the first bit of frosting before taking his head into my mouth. I moan and then begin sucking on his massive thickness. I don’t need any icing to take his cock. This man has made me a cock whore. I could gag on it all day if he let me. I don’t know what it does to me, but my pussy gushes as I take him deeper and deeper down my throat. Inch by inch, I take him until my nose is buried in his groin. “Good girl.”

  “Fuck, I’m coming.” I reach between my legs and cry out, rubbing my pussy, crying his name. “Julien.”

  He lifts me up off the floor. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re coming from sucking my cock. I haven’t even come yet. I guess I’m saving this load for your creamy cunt where it belongs, but first I want to taste that juicy slit.” Another swipe of the last of the icing, and the cool frosting hits my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan. I’m so sensitive, and then his tongue hits my core. I damn near buck off the table, but he pins my hips down.

  “Stay put. I’d hate to write you up for not following orders. Insubordination will not be tolerated.” He slaps my thigh.

  “Fuck, what’s the punishment, Mr. Beaumont?” He pumps his finger in my pussy a couple of times and then slides it to my rear and then with a pop pushes just inside my ass.

  “Oh,” I cry, thighs shaking. It doesn’t hurt because I’m soaked and he’s not far in, but I’m so turned on that I want him to fuck me hard like a dirty bitch.

  “Are you going to take orders?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well, it doesn’t matter because I’ll be fucking that little asshole one day. I want to possess every inch of you, Marilyn. I want you to belong to me in every way. Bred in every hole, full of my seed so there isn’t a spot I haven’t claimed. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Julien. Eat me, fuck me, come inside me, please.”

  “That’s such a good girl.”

  He sucks on my pussy until I scream his name, and then he shoves his cock in one full thrust. I cry out as the table rocks. My knees are bent to my shoulders as he fucks me hard.

  “You’re mine, ma marguerite,” he grunts. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You, Julien.”

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he roars, shooting his load deep into my womb.

  He releases my legs and rests his arms on the table, keeping most of his weight off me. “You belong to me too, right?” I ask, feeling a bit insecure. He’s so good at fucking me and always demanding my possession, but do I have his?

  He looks into my eyes, and there’s a tenderness that I’ve seen several times now since we’ve met. “Of course. Only you. Only ever you, ma belle.” His mouth comes down on mine, pushing him so deep. He pulls back and out of me. His cock is still hard.

  “Let’s get dressed and finish cleaning up so this place can pass an inspection. I’d hate to get you in trouble,” I say.

  He’s fixing his clothes, picking up his belt off the floor and answers, “It’s okay. It will be cleaned easily.” He says it like he’s done this before, and my inexperience and jealousy slam deep into my heart.

  “Is this a regular thing for you?” I ask as I try to fix my messed-up hair. Thankfully I’m fully dressed before I let that slip out. I’m ready to run because my heart’s too fragile for the answer.

  He whips his head around violently, and he’s on me in a second. His hand is in my hair, fisting it as he tugs it back so I can look him in the eyes. “When I say only, I mean only, Marilyn. I’m a decade older than you, but I lost trust in humanity a long time ago. Then you came along, and I forgot all the distrust because I knew you were my other half. My brother even teased me about it. There is no one else.”

  “But you’re so…powerful and dominant.”

  He chuckles softly. “Sorry, and thanks, baby. When I’m with you, the boss in me comes out and I want to dominate you. If that means that I appear experienced, I’m sorry, but I’m not, baby girl. You’re the only woman I’ve fucked, and the only one I ever will. Now, let’s clean up because I’m not even remotely close to done fucking that hot, sticky cunt tonight. I’m still horny, and I’ve got a pent-up lust to get out of me.”

  We’ve just finished the last of the mopping and sterilization of everything. “I think I’m going to order a new table and move this into my condo.”

  “Why?”

  “Because this is too precious to me. I’ve fucked you on this, and I don’t want others using it.”

  “Um, if you get a new one, I’m sure you’ll fuck me on it too if I stay.”

  He stalks closer to me. “If you stay?”

  “I mean…” His mouth is on me, kissing me hard. I moan, thrusting my hands into his hair and then he presses my ass against the table.

  “Um…Mr. Beaumont,” I moan just as the kitchen door swings open. I quickly push him off me to find Sara standing there with her mouth gaping, body slammed against the wall while a reporter with a camera and the dean of my culinary school are marching in and invading our space. “Do you seduce all your employees? Is this how you graduated with perfect marks, Ms. Shaw?” the reporter and his camera guy asks.