His Contract - Kelli Callahan Page 0,1

pray every day to be able to see her with brother-glasses on. I never looked at her twice as a teenager. I had no problem finding a woman to spend my time with, but now that she’s no longer a child, I can’t seem to get hard by the idea of anyone else.

“Shannon will have your chai done in a few moments.” She lifts her hand to give me the paper bag with the scones and stops. Leaning to the side she looks around me, and I can’t help but turn my head to glance over my shoulder. I hadn’t sensed anyone walking up behind me, but when she’s in front of me, my normally acute senses dull. She becomes my world, and it makes my heartache.

No one stands there and I look back at her. “What is it?”

Her gaze meets mine and a mischievous gleam enters her eyes. “Come back here, there’s something I want you to try, a new buttercream I’ve been working on.

My cock twitches as her words; they instantly make me think of licking the cream off her body until she’s a quivering mass of wanton need under me. I move over to the swinging door in the counter that will let me join her behind it.

A throat clears near us and I pause. My gaze goes over to the burly man that sits next to it. I nearly forgot he was here. Her bodyguard, Sacha, is paid for by her father Michail. She doesn’t understand why she needs one, but I do. Her father has a lot of enemies as does mine and my family. We deal in too much crime for there not to be. She just thinks her father is a business mogul and that he’s overprotective of her. I’m not sure why she puts up with it, but she does.

Josie huffs. “Knock it off, Sacha, it’s Cason. He’s not going to hurt me and you know that. C’mon, Cason, don’t let that sourpuss stop you.”

Oh, I wasn’t going to let him stop me. I could wring his neck in two seconds before he could even try to fight me. I can’t stand him. There’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way.

I move past him, joining her behind the counter. She hands me the paper bag and then motions for me to follow her into the kitchen, where several of their assistant bakers work on batches of cupcakes and bagels for the lunch crowd that will be here soon. All of them are made with recipes Josie came up with. I’m certain both have to be nearly world famous at this point. Anyone who comes to Manhattan knows that they have to try one of her asiago bagels with cream cheese.

She leads me to the back where she works, and I watch her round ass sway. There I go again, getting jealous of a pair of jeans. I bet her plump ass would jiggle beautifully if I slapped it while it was bare.

She picks up a bowl from a mixing stand and faces me. For a moment, I think she might dip her finger in it and offer to let me suck it from the digit. Instead, she grabs one of her many test spoons and gets a bit of the cream on the tip before she offers it to me. She’s not offering me to take the spoon, she wants me to lean down and take it off the spoon. She barely comes to the middle of my chest, so even with her hand raised, I would have to lean down to take the bite.

I glance around, making sure Sacha can’t see us well from where he sits. If this got back to her father, my balls would be chopped off by him at the end of the day.

“He’s not watching.”

I turn back to her, she knew what I was worried about? Leaning down I take a bite. Something floral washes over my tongue first. I can almost smell it, shortly after it’s followed by something sweet like honey. I lick my lips. “Flowers?”

She grins so big, you would think I offered her a million dollars, not that she needs it. Her father owns nearly half the world with how many cookie jars he has his hands in. My family owns the rest of it, but not many people know that; we’re a silent part of the one percent. “It’s dandelion and honey frosting. I’m also working on a rose