Preface

It all began with a single delivery. One that came late in the afternoon when the sun had started dripping gold across the windows of Suzanne's bakery. She stood behind the counter, her white apron doing little to conceal the generous swell of her chest or the way her hips curved beneath her skirt. She had seen delivery drivers come and go, but this one—this one made her pause. Will didn't just walk in; he strolled, eyes flicking over her like he already owned the place.

What began as a simple order—organic cream, heavy and thick—quickly became something more. There was a pulse between them, a heat. Suzanne noticed the way his eyes lingered when she leaned forward. Will caught the way her voice dipped when she teased about his deliveries always being... full.

And from there, the tension only grew.