“Well, I won’t be done soon if you’re doing that.” A blush crawled up her neck, and from this angle, I could see down her shirt.

“I plan for this to take a very, very long time,” I said, my voice laced with the severe craving of her.

She paused her wiping, straightening her back so it was flush with my chest. “I’m starting to think you don’t mean me cleaning.”

My lips twitched as my tongue darted out at the soft skin on her neck. “Catching on.”

My hands palmed her waist, sliding down to untie her apron. After it came loose, I lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor in a heap, then moved my hands to her ass. 

“Every second since you called me your boyfriend yesterday, I’ve been craving you,” I admitted. The way she stood up for me and told that woman off, it awoke something in me.

I reached around her front, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans, then tugged them down in a flash, causing her to reach up and grip the top of the bakery case to keep herself steady.

“Callan,” she started.

“What, baby?” I continued to pepper her neck with slow kisses.

“There’s windows,” she said, pointing out the obvious.

My fingers slid into the waistline of her panties, eliciting goosebumps to freckle her skin.

“Windows don’t bother me,” I told her. 

Her breath hitched as my finger ghosted over her clit. 

“Unless you want me to stop,” I began.

Her fingers curled against the top of the case. “N-no.”

I smirked, removing my hand from her panties to slide her shirt off. It took all I had in me not to rip her clothing apart trying to get to her. I needed her, but I didn’t want to rush it.

Her shirt landed beside the apron, but her bra stayed on. 

“Panties. I want them off.”

She reached down, shimmying out of them with ease, tossing them to the floor. 

“Hands on the case,” I instructed. 

Her teeth caught her bottom lip and I grabbed her chin, turning her head to the side so she could see me. “You be nice to that mouth. I may need it later.”

She nodded, wetting her lips. I faced her forward again, grabbing her hips to position her ass at the perfect angle, then freed myself from my jeans.

Something about her being so exposed while I was still clothed made this that much hotter. I didn’t give a fuck about the windows or the empty streets outside. My entire focus was on Sage and relieving this ache she left in me yesterday.

I dragged the head of my cock between her legs, then let spit fall between us to wet my cock more. Rubbing it to the base, I glided into her with ease, moving to hold her hips in place as I buried deep inside her.

“What a naughty girl, getting fucked in your little cafe.”

She let out a small moan as she leaned forward a bit more. I moved inside her, my rhythm slow and torturous. All I wanted was to fill her, to hear her scream as I made her come, but I also didn’t want this blissful feeling to end.

I’d fuck her all night if she’d let me.

Reaching up, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, bending her head back slightly. Her breaths quickened as my pace picked up, the sight of me sliding in and out of her fucking beautiful.

What I was doing to her in here was a contrast to the light pink walls and plants spread around the eating area. It was bright and airy in here, and everything I was doing to her in this moment was filthy.

She reached down to rub her clit, keeping one hand on the bakery case. As soon as her fingers started working, her pussy tightened around me. 

Her moans filled the empty cafe, mixing with the sound of mine. Our bodies meshed together, every wave of pleasure like fucking ecstasy. 

Releasing her hair, I pulled out of her to spin her around, instantly lifting her in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I reached between us, sliding back into her. My thrusts were demanding this time, the speed sporadic as her nails dug into the back of my neck. 

She gasped out my name as I went deeper, knowing I hit that spot inside of her that made her see stars.

“Yeah, baby?”

But I knew what I was doing.

“Right there, please, fuck—” And then she screamed my name so loud, I thought those windows she was so worried about might break. Her head fell to my shoulder as her body tensed, but I didn’t stop. 

I didn’t want to ever fucking stop.

Her nails dug into my skin even harder, and I knew they’d leave a mark, which I would wear proudly. I wanted everyone in this damn town to know Sage McKinley was mine.

After her orgasm ebbed, I kept her in my arms, my cock still buried inside her, and walked around the counter to the front of the cafe.

“What are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head.

“Staking my claim,” I said as I pressed her back to the glass and continued to fuck her.

“Callan, what if someone sees?” Her voice was full of breath, and I got the idea that even if someone did, she wouldn’t care. Not with her legs wrapped around me and my dick seated so deep inside her, I didn’t think it’d ever come out.

“Let them.”

I looked up at her to find her cheeks rosy. She was so fucking beautiful. Every inch of her.

My lips captured hers, my tongue diving between her plump lips.

Our breaths mingled, our tongues dancing together like neither of us could get enough. 

Her hand came between us to find her clit again, and it took seconds before she was exploding around me again. 

The feel of her pussy tightening on my dick made black dots cross my vision, and then my hands were gripping her thighs as I let go.

Every thought, every movement, halted as pleasure overtook my senses. My orgasm rippled through me as hers continued laying claim to her.

After we caught our breath, I slowly lowered her to the ground, but I didn’t move away. My hands cupped her cheeks, angling her head up to mine so I could kiss her again.