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Or in the ocean a few days later, when he grabbed my ass and lifted me so my legs could wrap around his hips. With the sun beating down, the clear water lapped around us as he fucked me hard.

We should get a pool.

After two weeks away, Jake and I came back to work together.

Jake had fixed up the break room and replaced some of the equipment he’d broken. He didn’t do as much this time since we wouldn’t be in the building much longer. The garage and the house, which I still hadn’t returned to, had both been put on the market.

Everyone needed a fresh start.

Jake decided to have a new Hyde built from the ground up. His wedding present to me was the connected bakery.

I was excited about the idea. I’d still do custom cakes, but the storefront would allow me to also sell fresh items daily.

Jake was excited about the door in his office that opened to my kitchen.

“So, wife, what’re your plans today?” he asked, looking down at me while his thumb stroked my jaw.

“I have some cakes to bake. Plus a few designs I have to sketch and send off to customers. And what’re your plans, husband?”

“I have some cars to customize. Plus a few designs I have to sketch and send off to customers. And, in between that, I have to find time to eat the hot baker that works near my office. Hopefully, I’ll get to fuck her up against some wall or bent over something.”

I clutched the sides of Jake’s t-shirt when a wave of desire hit me so hard that my knees nearly gave out.

Like most everything else, Jake didn’t miss it. His eyes heated as his voice lowered. “Fuck, I love my wife.”

“And I love you right back.”

I felt his hardness against me as he pulled me close. Opening his mouth to talk, he was interrupted by a crash.

A cute as a button, but super pissed off, redhead stormed past.

Followed, surprisingly, by an equally pissed off Kase. “Harlow, hold up.”

Two very nicely manicured middle fingers shot up over her head. “Fuck you, Kase!” she exclaimed as she slammed out of Hyde.

Kase followed after her, cursing to himself.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Do I even wanna ask?”

“Probably. You guys are gossipy as hell. But I have no clue.”

“Fair enough.” Leaning down to my ear, Jake whispered, “I’m still hungry, wife.” Cupping my ass, he lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I know someone who makes a mean cupcake. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get one, husband.”

“Hearin’ you call me that, sweets, I already know I’m lucky. I just plan on gettin’ luckier.”

“What’re you waiting for?” I kissed the underside of his jaw, his honeymoon grown beard rough against my lips.

“Not a damn thing, Piper. Not anymore.” His mouth moved, taking mine.

My lips parted to give him what he wanted. What he’d always wanted.

Me.

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