The Heavenly Baker by J J Monroe Read Free Book Online

within, my own personal love tornado ripping through my body. I press my palms into the wall and brace myself for the explosion, and all the time the Heavenly Baker keeps fondling and kissing me.
    â€˜Oh fuck me!’ I yell. I scream. There is no place for decorum now. Awaken the gods because they need to hear this. Don Juan might just as well pack his case because there’s a new lover in town and he is sensational.
    I clench and feel the contractions shred me from the inside. I pant and gasp and am consumed by this fierce love exorcism. The grenade detonates and I feel my body incinerated. Instantly, every part of me is returned but I am different. How can I not be different now?
    The sensations peak and drift away from me and I am acutely aware that the sound of my own heartbeat is deafening. I blow a rogue strand of hair from out of my face and open my eyes. He is sitting on the floor of the elevator, looking up at me undone before him, but he is no obedient dog at my feet. No, whatever he is to me I am bound to him now for ever and a day.
    â€˜You’re not real, are you? The gods sent you.’
    He smiles.
    â€˜What am I supposed to do now?’ I’m half leaning against the elevator wall with my panties and jeans still round my ankles. I’ve had better looks.
    â€˜I can think of one or two suggestions,’ remarks Matt and he has that glint of trouble right there in his eyes.
    â€˜I bet you can,’ I say. ‘Turn around.’
    â€˜But I’ve …’
    â€˜Turn around,’ I insist and, like the gentleman I believe him to be, he does so.
    As I begin to slide my panties back in place and restore my jeans to some level of decency and button my shirt I realise that the ball is now in my court. But how can I raise the stakes when the bar has been set so high? It is a quandary, is it not? And then a thought wanders into my brain – a naughty, wicked thought – and now it is here I cannot dislodge it. It curls my lips into a smile. Yes, perhaps it is time to raise the bar and I know just how.
    Matt starts to turn.
    â€˜Hey!’ I declare. ‘No peeking.’
    â€˜But I thought …’
    â€˜It’s dangerous to think. Now, just wait.’
    With a ridiculous smile plastered all over my face and the knowledge that this is beyond bad I set my fiendish plan in motion. My heart thunders against my chest as the adrenaline kicks in. I creep closer to Matt and whisper seductively in his ear. ‘Close your eyes and count to ten and don’t even think about peeking, mister, otherwise you’ll ruin the surprise.’
    â€˜OK,’ says Matt over his shoulder.
    â€˜Close your eyes,’ I insist. ‘Promise me you will.’
    â€˜I promise,’ he replies and closes his eyes.
    I open the elevator door and peek out. The coast is clear, so I do what any self-respecting girl in my position would do and make a run for it, leaving a pile of clothes lying on the floor. As I dart along the corridor au naturel I realise I haven’t had this much fun in years!

Chapter Six – Screaming the House Down
    I can honestly say I’ve never, ever done this before. I’ve never stripped naked and hidden from any of my previous lovers. It just didn’t seem appropriate at the time so why does it feel right now? As I lurk in my hotel room in the buff, my whole body is tingling just waiting for the hotel door to open. The elevator scene is on continuous loop, playing over in my head, and even now I can recall every last delightful detail of Matt Richards eating me out. The feel of his tongue brushing against my lips; the shiver that emanated from my very core and reverberated through my entire body: these sensations still echo inside me. I am 36 years of age and I finally feel completely alive.
    The hotel door-handle arcs as pressure is applied and every nerve and muscle tenses. This is a risk, a calculated risk, and I want him to