Confection watched as her new apprentice, Cyrus McEnroy, toiled over some dough for an order of pies. He had come highly recommended by one of her assistants, who mentioned that Cyrus was a transplant from England, looking for an under the table gig while he sorted out his immigration status. Confection had been impressed with how much of a quick study he was and that he rose to challenges very easily. He wasn't bad on the eyes either.
She found she loved his raspy English accent and rough and tumble look. There was something really sexy about his bald head that made Confection want to place kisses all over it. She could tell from his build he was rock solid. It was military precision, complimented with spot on reflexes. Proven when he swiftly caught Confection on his first day after she had tripped over a misplaced rolling pin. In that instance, a fire had sparked between the two that refused to go out. So much so, she could feel the intense heat of his stare even when her back was turned.
However, beneath all the smiles and quick wit, she sensed a little ruthlessness and danger just below the surface of his hazel eyes. She knew ruthlessness very well, being the daughter of Vincent "Le Sweet" Smith, renowned baker. He had been a sweet and loving father to her and her sister, Dulce, but he was also a relentless and skilled hit man, who had met his demise in a double cross between a don and his son. Confection had been so angry two years ago, when the cops could do nothing to solve her dad's murder. They said there wasn't enough evidence to arrest them, even though it had been clearly a mob hit. Bitter, Confection dove head first into making sure her dad's bakery didn't go under. However, there was a piece of her that wanted vengeance and was slowly working to get it.
"Confection, the dough's in the pans, what do you need help with?" Cyrus asked, rubbing his hands on the white apron he wore.
His eyes raked over her body appreciatively, which caused Confection to forget her thirst for revenge for the moment. "Oh, Cyrus, you can go home," she told him, hoping he would take her advice since she was finding it hard to maintain her composure when he was so close. "I can lock up for the night."
Cyrus drew closer to her, invading her space. Resting his hand on table, he used his other hand to clear away an errant twist from her eyes. She was an astounding beauty with her full bow lips and spider leg lashes playing over rounded, cherub cheeks. Her long, curling twists piled high above her regal head were as rich as the milk chocolate she stirred in the pot before her. Her golden tanned skin was flushed with a sheen of perspiration, which she wiped away from her forehead after a few intervals of the spoon. The stove wasn't the only thing making her sweat. Cyrus took in her smell, relishing the scent filling his nose. He couldn't see this sweet treat as an assassin, but then again he wasn't there to assess her ability. He was there to complete his own job, per Mickey the Skinny's decree. However, his conscious was starting to eat at him as he got to know and desire the pretty little baker.
"Let me be a gentleman and keep you company," he rasped sexily against her ear.
"That's the problem, Cyrus. You may not be able to maintain your gentlemanly airs around me," she flirted back, staring into his hazel eyes.
Cyrus smirked wickedly. "You make it rather difficult with the cut of your shorts, luv," he remarked checking out her pert derriere.
"You keep playing too close to the fire, Cyrus," she said, turning off the stove. Dipping her long finger into the hot chocolate, she drew the sampling toward her lips, only to have Cyrus redirect the finger to his mouth, where he slowly savored the taste.
Confection watched with breathtaking silence as he eased the digit from his lips. She could feel the roughness of his tongue slide over her soft finger with such a sexiness that her panties were beginning to drench, causing an ache to pulse in that region. Trying to compose herself, Confection took back her hand and tried to refocus her breathing and her attention. But Cyrus wasn't letting her getaway so easily. He drew the baker back into his arms. They stood toe for toe, chest to chest, lip to lip with one another. Confection could feel her lungs pull in a ragged breath as her mind tried to quell the overwhelming passion clamoring to taste him. This was crazy.
"Maybe I like playing close to your fire, Confection," he challenged, framing her face in his hands, drawing her lips to his.
In that instant, the baker melted into his body. She wrapped her lengthy arms around his neck embracing the kiss fully as Cyrus' hands explored her stacked frame. Her hands and arms cradled his bald head lovingly keeping his lips firmly planted against hers. Heat began building steadily, adding degrees of fire and passion to their kiss. Cyrus danced her over to the flour ladened worktable, clearing a space haphazardly spilling the effects to the floor. He replaced them with Confection herself. His leg nudged her thighs apart giving him a berth between them. Cupping her cheeks between his hands, he kissed a path down her long neck and back to her lips.
"Cyrus, this is crazy," she tried to reason. "You're going to have to knead that dough all over again."
"I got a different need, my dear, that requires your attention," he reminded her huskily, pulling her tank top over her head.
He leaned back to study the perfect globes before him encased in a frilly lace, lavender bra. The curve of her breasts made his mouth water hungrily. Their size was further enhanced by the slimness of her waist that curved into robust hips. He gripped those same hips possessively, his eyes pinning her to the table. They were intense and Confection could tell he struggled with something. Cyrus was indeed struggling. He wasn't sure if he should fuck, no, more like make love, to his mark or come to his senses. Shaking his head, he began to withdraw only to have Confection herself draw him back.
"Too late, dough boy," she uttered crushing her lips to his.
Their tongues entwined passionately, re-stoking the fires within them. Their lips kneaded harmoniously together as Cyrus' fingers unsnapped her bra strap. Confection drew her lips away to catch a breath, only to have that same breath snatched back when she felt his hot mouth against her neck. It had been so long since she had had some that she was throwing all caution to the wind. Between her and her sister, she was the most conservative. Dulce was quick to roll in the hay with some dude off the street. Apparently, Confection was no better since she was at this moment half naked in her dad's bakery fucking the help.
Cyrus tossed the lacy bra aside and focused his attention on her wine glass breasts. Perfectly shaped and encased in the center of tanned orbs, the dark mauve aureoles puckered in invitation to him. Looking into Confection's brandy colored eyes, his thumb gently pressed the bud sending a welcoming jolt to her puss that made her squirm in pleasure. Then his lips surrounded her other nipple increasing the sensation twenty fold. Confection kept his head in place, enjoying every second of his worship. So much so, she hadn't noticed Cyrus tugging her denim shorts down her legs. Laying her back on the worktable, he worked down her body with the easy of a snake, leaving trails of kisses along her svelte, yet curvy frame. Reaching for the powdered sugar, he knocked over the jar, grabbing a small amount to sprinkle up her body. A tempting trail that his tongue followed.
Confection continued to squirm in pleasure, then a deep moan tore from her throat when she felt Cyrus' mouth hot on her pulsing mound. His lower lips flicked a sip from her burning clit, causing her lower half to shiver in ecstasy. Then he took the engorged kernel into his mouth to suckle. He drank in the bud thirstily, while Confectioon's body writhed to and fro kicking up flour and sugar dust throughout the kitchen. Delectable moans rose and fell from her lips begging Cyrus to continue. Soon, his fingers went to work, seeking her inner lips. His ring finger carefully slipped into her depths to measure her, then it was joined almost simultaneously by the middle. They explored her tightening inner walls, feeling the roughness and slickness within, making his cock harden with more and more need.
Soon, they found her special spot deep in the back, hidden around a small curve and Confection began to shake in violent pleasure. Her breathing became ragged and her walls tightened painfully around his two fingers, forcing one out. Damn she was tight - and wet. Cyrus' mouth watered hungry as he pulled his jeans down and ripped off his shirt. Pulling a condom from his pants pocket, he strapped up quickly urgent to delve into her nethers.
"Oh, God, Cyrus," she groaned hazily, trying to collect her thoughts. But thoughts were soon surrendered when she felt his thick member fill her completely.
Confection's eyes drew to his. She could hear his strained groan as he tried to hold himself within her tight walls. She relaxed her muscles allowing him further entrance. Sweat formed on his head, dripping sexily over his chiseled chest. The tension had drained from his brow once Confection had given him entrance into her still quivering puss. Soon replaced by complete male satisfaction as he began to move within. He didn't pummel her, no, he took his sweet time. Each pull in was as equally, and torturously, slow as the pull out. Like he was using each stroke of his dick to feel the ridges of her slick walls, confirming what his fingers had felt earlier.
"Oh, dearie, you are too good," he rasped against her ears, between pumps. "I've been fantasizing about this since the day I first met you."
"I have to admit, I've done the same," she said, wrapping her legs around his body seeking more of him.
Cyrus drew Confection into his arms and turned her over. Leaning her over the table, he reentered her puss from behind savoring the feel of the new position. Grabbing more powdered sugar, he sprinkled the sweet over its namesake's back and then proceeded to lick the curvature appreciatively.
"You are delectable, my dear," he praised, gripping her hips possessively, all the while, driving deeper and deeper into her.
The compliment reached her eyes tenderly as she spread herself more openly to him. The feel of his heavy balls gently smacking her clit was bringing on a whole new sensation of bliss that Confection had never felt before. Her head reared back, forcing her nipples to rub deliciously over the floured worktable. Another orgasm was surfacing quickly, tightening her walls again. Feeling the squeeze, Cyrus grit his teeth against the pleasurable pain. Her walls were still wet and pleading, hungry. The pressure pulsing in his cock was becoming unbearable and begging for release, but he wanted to savor her for longer, just a little longer. Suddenly, just as Confection had unleashed another round of orgasmic moans, Cyrus followed right behind her. His body rocked forcefully against hers, ringing orgasm after orgasm from the sweet miss. When the energy had gone out of them, Cyrus turned Confection about to face him.
He knew he had broken his rules about getting close to a mark. His eyes studied her glowing face. Damn her for this beauty of hers. Her lips were swollen from their hard kissing, her breath cool against his hot skin. Shit, he wanted her all over again. Swallowing hard, he gazed into Confection's eyes. He knew he couldn't do it and he was gonna pay for not fulfilling his assignment. Mentally shrugging to himself, he decided to come clean to the baker. Suddenly, his head felt light and the room began to spin.
"Confection," he began, staggering. "I have something to tell you..."
"No need, Cy," she hushed, her heart breaking a bit. "I already know."
"What?" he asked shocked by her calm.
"You forget my dad was hit man for forty years, which means we knew all the players in town," she explained. "I knew who you were the minute you walked through my door."
"But why? Why did you let me?" he asked as he staggered naked back against the stove. "What did ... you do... to me?" Then he realized his mistake. "The chocolate!"
"Don't worry, you won't die, Cy?" she told him, pulling on her shorts and shirt. "But I can't have you in the way. This ain't your fight."
She went to the storeroom door, opened it and promptly shoved him in. "Now, this should keep you safe until I figure out what to do with you."
"He was certainly sweet," she sighed to herself, rounding the corner.
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