Living The Sweet Life

baking is the most submissive shit ever

Kinda wanna make you cookies in my cute lil apron

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

The rest of the morning goes smoothly. Meggi has a perma-smile the entire day 1) because of the previous activities in the supply closet. 2) because her anxiety about no one showing up was squashed when she flipped the open sign on the front door and unlocked it.

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

She turns to mush as he begs her to come, thanking god that there is a wall and his hands holding her up. “Fuck Taron.” She tries to keep it quiet but he fucks her through her orgasm but she moans louder than expected and his hand flies back to muffle it. Her walls tighten around him and coax out his own orgasm, pulling her into him tighter as his hips stutter.

"Perfect," he whispers before letting her go, "fucking perfect girl," they eventually come back to reality and after chasing her lips with his for a moment he helps her smooth her clothes and hair.

She giggled as he rambled on trying to come up with something. She has a permanent smile on her face now, hopefully one that will carry her throughout the day ahead.

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

She turns to mush as he begs her to come, thanking god that there is a wall and his hands holding her up. “Fuck Taron.” She tries to keep it quiet but he fucks her through her orgasm but she moans louder than expected and his hand flies back to muffle it. Her walls tighten around him and coax out his own orgasm, pulling her into him tighter as his hips stutter.

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

Lydia and Megan are getting things ready in the early morning before opening. She’s nervous. Worried that they won’t have anyone stop by even though they had made connections in the neighborhood and had heard from several neighboring stores about how excited they were to have her opening finally. They were drizzling chocolate on some croissants when Taron caught everyone’s attention.

He sort of regrets asking her for this now, while she's busily working to get her business ready to open. He curses himself and waits by the storage closet anyway.

Meggi quickly finishes her batch and tells Lydia she will be right back to which she gives a knowing ‘yeah sure.’ She wipes her hands and takes off her apron, covered in the mornings mess. She made a note to herself to buy a few more aprons for the shop.

His head snaps up, her little smirk is all knowing, damn her for being so sexy.

He slaps his hand over his face and groans, "if Lydia knows then Leo knows. I might just be too embarrassed..."

His teeth release her skin after realizing where they were.

He’s looking for a place to sit her, a place to bend her over… but there is no where. The boxes are packed high and where there aren’t boxes there are shelves packed.