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on my pants, and I had enough.
    The zucchini’s and yellow squash’s would have to wait as it was time for me to introduce that little girl to the glorious world of sucking my cock.
    None too gently, I tapped her on her ass twice, and then asked her to get up. Slow to rise,
    Jasmine rubbed her body and pussy on me while she made her way to stand.
    I was shocked, and oh so pleased by Miss Velez’s desire to mark me with her scent.
    “So, my naughty little cashier, are you ready for more? Are you ready to please your boss?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Fuck me; she didn’t realize what she did to me with that single word. Or maybe she did, and that’s why she kept on flinging it at me.
    Without care, I tossed her over my shoulder, and then carried her toward the back of the store—to the bakery, to be precise. 
    So much could be done with all the delicious concoctions that resided in that area of my store. Chocolate, fruit fillings, confectionary sugars, and icings of all types housed the shelves, leaving the possibilities endless.
    “Put me down, you goof.” Jasmine giggled before letting out a deep seated moan when
    my palm connected with her rear. 
    I began to tease the warming skin with the pads of my fingers, tracing her crack, and the area where her thigh and ass met.
    She felt divine under my control.
    Reaching the bakery, and with a firm grip on her hips, I brought her back down to the ground, letting her slither down my front and rub against the hardness of my cock on purpose.
    I hissed when the tip of me met her warmth; she was still so wet. Her nectar was now mixing with mine on the front of my slacks; I could feel the pool of wetness we created and the heady scent was driving me to the brink of insanity.
    “Miss Velez, I want you on your knees, and don’t move a fucking muscle until I return.
    Are we clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Cheeky little thing even gave me a mock salute causing me to chuckle.
    Walking away, I did a mental inventory in my head of what I knew we had in the giant freezer. I knew just the thing I was after, but the possibilities of adding a little extra seemed fun.
    My legs carried me straight to the back freezer, and to the hidden jackpot that old Mrs.
    Johnson always left there each night for the following day.
    The Bavarian crème was chilled, but would probably melt the moment contact was made with my throbbing member. My plan was to drench my cock; the mess would probably be insane, but I knew my girl wouldn’t mind licking it off any inch of me that became covered.
    Returning to where I’d left her behind, I was happy to see she was still in place as I’d instructed: on her knees and waiting for me.
    I could get used to that.
    “My sweet Jasmine, for today I’ve decided that we’re going to play a game. I’ve always wondered how many licks from that sweet tongue of yours it would take for me to erupt; today, baby, we find out.”
    Her eyes dilated, becoming almost black, and then her tongue snuck out to entice me while she dragged it across her lips—slow and sensual.
    I wanted to paint those lips with my come; give her her own special kind of lip gloss.
    “Are we ready, Jasmine? You ready to worship my cock?” 
    Her response was to mewl like a starving kitten. She mumbled something unintelligible while I began taking off my shirt. Her thighs wore the evidence of the effect I had on her, and I could see the desire burning deep in her eyes. How impatient she was to get me near.
    I loved every fucking minute of it.
    “Can I finish undressing you, Sir?” Oh, baby, you never have to ask.
    “Never ask me that question again, Jasmine.” 
    She looked up at me with curiosity; so many emotions and questions passing over her
    face . 
    “I meant it when I said that I was falling for you. I care about you . . . us. This isn’t a onetime deal for me, baby.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered, lip trembling.
    “Okay, enough. We’ll talk about this later, over dinner.” A tiny smile