Work Me

*R-18 Explicit Sexual Content*

My hand is covered in the still warm, white, viscous liquid that drips to the floor.

"What a waste." I mumble to myself as I lift my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers clean.

I then get started on cleaning up the mess on the floor before turning around and starting a new batch of icing for this mornings donuts.

My little bakery is proof of my sweat, blood, a countless amount of tears and ten years of saving every penny I could, that my dream came true.

Ever since I was allowed to help my mother make cookies as a little girl, it's been hard to keep me out of the kitchen, baking and decorating any dessert your heart could want.

I don't mind saying that I'm pretty good at what I do too. My business generates plenty of revenue to live comfortably and I'm looking to even expand and open another shop in the next town over.

However, today was just not my day it seemed.

Started out, my hot water heater suddenly stopped working, in the middle of a shower. My car had a flat tire, and putting the spare on was near impossible when it came to removing the lug nuts.

I've burned my fingers on a sheet of cooling donuts and turnovers, slipped in the walk in refrigerator from the condenser that I'm going to need to have checked out. Then I spill the frosting glaze for the donuts all over the floor.

I place the now glazed donuts in the front cabinet when the phone rings.

"Hello, Julie's Sweets. How can I help you today?" I answer.

"Ms. Julie, it's Kate." The voice of my employee comes over the line sounding terrible.

"Kate? You sound terrible, are you okay?"

"No, I can't make it in today. I've caught the flu."

I sigh, "That's alright Kate, you stay home and get better. Did you by chance hire anyone yet?"

I had asked her to do the interviews and make a choice for me a few days ago, as my realtor called me about a place in the next town that I had to go see that day.

She coughs, sounding like she's about to hack a lung out before replying, "Yes, his name is Mark. He worked in a bakery for a few years right out of college and seemed to know his stuff during his training yesterday while you were out. I already called him, he should be there shortly. I think you'll like him."

"Well, we shall see. You take care and get lots of rest. Bye."

We hang up as I turn and continue putting the freshly baked donuts and pastries out.

I just finished filling the front cases when I hear a knocking on the door. I go to the door to see a tall clean cut, athletic man gazing away from the front door.

I open the door and quickly say, "I'm sorry, we're not open yet."

He turns and smiles showing off that chiseled chin, making my heart skip a beat, as his grey blue eyes sparkle behind rimless glasses. Even his voice makes my heart skip with it coming out rich and smooth like warm honey.

"Hello, Ma'am, I'm Mark. Kate called me and told me to show up for work today."

I step back from the door and let him come in, trying to regain my words.

"Uh, Yes... Kate called.. You know what to do?" I ask heading into the back to finish checking the walk in for anything I needed for the next batch of goodies.

"Yes, Kate went over everything. Did you want any help?.... I'm sorry, you must be Julie the owner right?" I walk out of the walk in and I nod, unable to trust my words, knowing I probably seem like a weirdo.

"Alright, what would you have me do?" He asks, and I can't help it as the thought flashes through my mind.

Do me.

I shake my head and quickly say, "Just do me... a favor and stock the napkins and other things upfront. When your done with that, come on back and we'll go over icing cookies."

It will also give me time to collect myself and calm my heart down. Kate was not kidding when she said I would like him. He is gorgeous.

The day goes by and he's amazing, great in the kitchen and with the customers. We worked well together, even as we had an important but very particular customer that I've dealt with before without a problem, but has had issues with Kate.

"Mrs. Runier! Hello, how are you today?" I ask her as I'm preparing another customers order.

"Very well, Julie. Is THIS a new employee?" She asks pointing to Mark with a skeptical air.

Before I can say anything, Mark speaks up.

"Yes, Mrs. Runier, today is my official first day. My name is Mark. How may I assist you today?"

"I need ready by tomorrow morning five hundred of Julies iced cookies in the shape of baby items, rattles, pacifiers, bottles, Julie knows my aesthetic."

My heart nearly stops.

FIVE HUNDRED!

"Five hundred, Mrs. Runier. I'm going to have to do a rush charge on them and the rush charge needs to be paid today. I should have already been making them, for that amount of cookies." I inform her.

"Not a problem, Julie. I know you always get the job done." She pays the charge and smiles. "See you tomorrow, Julie!" She waves as she leaves and I slump against the wall.

"That woman is going to kill me! I'll be here all night now."

Mark shakes his head, "I can help you. I don't have anything better to do tonight."

I stand and shake my head, "No, I can't ask that of you and then have you work Kate's shift again tomorrow."

Mark grabs my arm, gently, as I head into the kitchen, "You're not asking, I'm offering to help, with out pay too. I can handle working tomorrow, we can give each other hour breaks to get some rest, alright?"

I laugh, "Alright, Mark. IF you insist, I'll start the cookies and the coffee, think you can handle getting the place ready for closing up?"

"Yes Ma'am." He grins with that perfect mouth and gorgeous smile and my heart flutters, making me blush.

"Please just call me Julie." I turn into the kitchen and start pulling out the flour, sugar, and butter.

"Okay, Julie." His voice has my lady parts quivering with delight.

I try to brush it aside and focus on the cookies as much as possible instead of the handsome hunk who smiles at me every time he enters the kitchen to make me blush.

We've been closed for about thirty minutes and Mark was out front tidying up things so they were ready for tomorrow.

All I can think about is that sexy man that is working with me. The way his jeans fit over that nice supple ass, the tightness of his white t shirt on his chest and arms that make you want to touch them.

Man.. What I wouldn't give to be running my tongue up and down that....

"Ouch!" I yell out. Since I was distracted, I grabbed a hot cookie sheet right out of the oven.

"Are you okay?!" Mark comes running into the kitchen and sees the cookies all over the floor and me cradling my burnt fingers.

"Yes, no,... but yes. Today is just not my day!" I grit out, embarrassed.

Today really is not my day.

"Here let me see your hand." Mark comes on over and takes my hand to the sink and he starts the water going.

He checks it over, his brows pinching as he concentrates on looking at my fingers. I'm mesmerized by his lips that move, making me bite my lip.

"...Kate?"

I snap out of it and quickly ask, "Sorry, What?"

Mark grins, "Where's the first aid kit and do you have some burn cream?" He looks at me over the top of his glasses and my heart beats faster. I swear I'm going to have to mop the floor under me, my panties have grown that wet.

"Uh, yeah. Office. Drawer." I turn beat red after I tell him, knowing I sounded just like a bumbling idiot.

He nods, goes and grabs the first aid kit, and applies the burn cream to my fingers.

He has me sitting on the stool in the kitchen as he wraps them gently in gauze.

"Do I make you nervous? Or do you just not talk much?" His eyes are like beacons lighting up my inner thoughts as I turn beet red over his question.

He smirks and nods, "Nervous it is. So what can I do so you're not nervous with me?"

Oh dear lord, help me. What am I supposed to say?

"I.." I can't formulate a sentence to save my life.

Suddenly that smile gets closer to my trembling lips and he whispers huskily, letting his warm breath tease my lips.

"You are a very beautiful woman, may I kiss you?"

YES, YES YOU MAY!

I nod and his lips come down on mine, soft, plump, lips caressing my mouth to open.

Moaning, I part my lips as he deepens the kiss, invading my mouth with his tongue. His hands wrap around the back of my neck holding me closer to his body.

I'm lost in our tongues moving, the caress of his hands that run over my body, making my breath catch. He tweaks my taut nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra making me get frustrated that fabric is in the way of those hands.

I break the kiss and yank my shirt off, and quickly pull him back to me. It's been seven years since I've been with a man and this man is too damn fine to pass up.