Felicia went with Anne to visit a relative’s house in Bakersfield for a few days, and Jaime was busy sorting out things for the upcoming tour – dates, practices, and the like. He tried to make his way over to Ainsley’s house as much as possible so she wasn’t completely alone, but it was hard. They were both going about their busy days and when they had free time all they wanted to do was sleep, so it really wasn’t worth the gas to visit just to sleep for the night and then leave first thing in the morning.

Ainsley walked into work feeling torn and embarrassed. Kenny was going to be working with her all day, and although neither of them had done anything wrong on the night of Felicia’s incident, she was still trying to avoid him as much as possible. The feeling of embarrassment was still evident.

“Good morning, Ainsley,” Kenny greeted as she walked through the doors. Kenny was wiping down the front counter with a grin on his face.

“Where’s Amber?” she asked, referring to the other worker who was supposed to be taking the early shift.

“Hangover,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “She asked me to cover her morning shift. I said it was no problem since her shift was going to end right before mine started. Is that okay with you?”

Ainsley nodded, seeing no damage done in the switch – as long as somebody was there to help her work the shop while she balanced the books and ordered their inventory. She went into the back and clocked in. She was already feeling fed up with her hair and decided that she would just throw it up into a messy top-knot bun so she didn’t have to deal with pushing it away from her face.

The day went on rather smoothly in the beginning, but as soon as rush hour hit, Kenny managed to burn an entire batch of donuts – leaving them short on inventory and behind on the line that was forming in the shop.

“Ainsley!” Kenny called from the front. “Help!”

Ainsley got up quickly, hearing the desperation in his voice. She walked toward where he was kneeling near the bottom of the display case. He pointed at something in the cupboard, horror all over his face. “Oh no,” he said as she grew closer.

She pulled the cupboard door open even further to see what it was he was staring at. There was a package of dough, sitting on the top shelf of the cupboard – the corners of it turning greenish from not being stored in the proper temperature. Ainsley cursed under her breath as she reached in and pulled out the dough, feeling around to see how long it had been sitting.

“Fuck,” she said quietly as she remembered how long it had been sitting. “I was holding this the other night when I went to get something out of this cupboard and must have set it down to look for it. I must have left it in here. Shit!” She stood up, hiding the dough under her apron so no customers would see its foul state. She disposed of it in the back and then rushed back out with some cleaning solution and towels.

“Go grab the back-up dough in the back fridge while I clean this out,” she demanded. She immediately replaced Kenny’s place and began to spray down the entire cupboard. The last thing she needed was to be marked down on a Health Inspection test and risk her job because of a forgetful act.

Just as she finished scrubbing and somewhat rearranging the cupboard that held decorating supplies for their cakes and cupcakes, Kenny came back into view.

“Uh…Ainsley…” he said, worry was evident in his voice.

“What?” she snapped, turning around to see that his hands were completely empty.

“I think that was the back-up dough.”

Ainsley slumped back, leaning against the back counter as she recollected more of the other night. She was so tired and it was closing time but she had decided to still try and re-stock the fridges and cupboards…with the back-up dough. That meant that they would be out of dough until the next morning when a new shipment came in.

“Well, what do we have left to sell?”

“Let me go check,” he said. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. “But um…the line, Ainsley…some of the people paid for donuts.”

“I’ll take care of them. Go put up the closed sign and then count what we have left to sell before we re-open.”

Kenny nodded and hurried off while Ainsley walked up to the register where a line of ten people were waiting, all with sour expressions on their faces. “I’m so sorry folks, there seems to have been a miscount in our inventory,” she announced. If you would like to wait in line I will hand out gift cards to all of you for the inconvenience.”

The line immediately seemed to ease their expressions, but some of them left, not caring to wait. Which was fine with Ainsley, that was less money she would have to give away for free. She gave each person a five dollar giftcard, scanning them quickly and going through the line just as Kenny was counting the inventory.

The shop cleared quickly and Ainsley let out a deep breath. “So, what’s the count?” she asked as she pulled her apron off of her body. She reached for the notepad and paper beside the counter so she could write down the count of the baked goods they still had.

“Two slices of carrot cake, three cinnamon-vanilla cupcakes, one cream cheese pastry, and fifteen candy canes in the bucket.”

“Okay…” Ainsley said as she jotted everything down. “What else?”

“That’s it,” Kenny said softly. “Unless you want to count the waters in the back…”

Ainsley threw the pen and paper down and grunted as she shoved her face into the palms of her hands, dragging them down her face in frustration. “We don’t even have enough to re-open.”

“Does this mean I can’t work anymore?” Kenny had hope in his voice, and although Ainsley was slightly offended, she knew that to him this was just a job, and not a passion like it was to her. “I mean, I can stay if you need me, though.”

“No, no,” Ainsley sighed. “It’s fine. Just make sure you clock out before you leave.”

Kenny muttered a yes to himself before ripping his apron off of his body and skipping into the back of the shop to clock out and put his apron in his work locker. Ainsley remained in the same position though – she couldn’t believe that this was happening. This had never happened in all of the years she had been working at a bakery.

He came back out quickly, muttering a goodbye as he headed toward the door, the bell chiming over head as the door opened. Once it shut, she let out a loud groan and reached up to squeeze her bun in frustration – she needed to release her anger somehow and squeezing her bun seemed to be the only thing to do at the moment.

“Rough day already?”

She whipped around at the sound of the only man who could make her smile in that moment.

“Jaime,” she breathed as she walked back over to the counter. “What are you doing here?”

Jaime just shrugged. “I wanted to see you,” he explained. He pulled his right hand from behind his back and held out a small collection of hot pink flowers and some greenery. “For you.” His smile was so big; it was evident that he was pleased with the reaction he had gotten from Ainsley.

Ainsley’s smile grew even larger and she reached out to grab the flowers in her own hand. She held them up to her nose, taking in a long breath, allowing the sweet aroma to fill her nostrils and relax her mind. It really was the small things that could turn around a day, and Ainsley was so thankful that Jaime had chosen that day to present her with a spontaneous visit – flowers and all.

She reached across the counter and hooked her left arm around Jaime’s neck, pulling him over so she could kiss him from behind the register. Her kiss wasn’t a simple greeting though – it was a reward for the flowers and also a way for her to let out some of her aggression. She bit on his bottom lip, pulling it back far enough to make Jaime moan at the pain that gave him pleasure.

“You know,” he muttered through her grip. Ainsley released his lip and immediately began attacking his neck with hungry kisses – nibbling and biting just behind his ear, near his tattoo. “I have a sex to-do list.”

“Hmm?” Ainsley responded.

“Yeah, a mental list of locations that I would like to have sex with you,” Jaime muttered, his voice growing weak as Ainsley set down the flowers beside the register so she could tangle her hands into his hair.

“When did you make it?” Ainsley asked with a chuckle.

“Right now,” he answered, his voice muffled as he wrapped his arms around her slim body and pulled her up and over the counter. She rested her bottom on the counter beside the register, Jaime standing in between her legs. “Guess what’s first on the list?”

“Hmm, I have no idea,” Ainsley said sarcastically and chuckled as her hands trailed down his chest and to the waistline of his jeans. Jaime gave her a smirk as he began to grip at her hips and thighs.

“You look fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he bit down on collarbone.

Ainsley blushed, taking his compliment to heart especially after having to throw her hair up without a mirror. Jaime moved his lips up to her chin, sucking and biting all along her flesh, earning a moan to escape her lips.

Before they could make any more moves, the bell above the door chimed, causing the two of them to quickly separate and look to their right toward the door.

“Oh, um,” the woman cleared her throat, quickly turning around and noticing the closed sign as she went to exit. “Didn’t notice the sign,” she muttered and blushed, holding up her hand to say sorry and goodbye as she quickly exited the shop.

Ainsley and Jaime were silent for a moment before they each burst out into a fit of laughter. “Oh man,” Jaime chuckled. Good thing we’re not actually going to do this.”

Ainsley would normally agree with Jaime’s words – having sex in the bakery was definitely not in her job description, but yet she couldn’t help but feel like she actually wanted to take the risk. She stood up, lightly nudging Jaime out of her way as she went to the door and locked it, drawing the shades to the front of the shop as she did so.

“What…?” Jaime mumbled, confused by her actions. “Are we…Really?” Excitement lit up in his eyes as Ainsley turned around and ran back over to Jaime and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and immediately attaching her lips to his.

He stumbled back into the wall, his left leg nearly causing him to trip over one of the legs of the nearby chair. His hands clutched onto her back to hold her up.

Ainsley’s mind was still racing though, and she couldn’t pay full attention to the kissing anymore – she started to think about Bret and how she really needed to tell Jaime about the situation. She started to worry about Bret somehow contacting Jaime or trying to get him involved before she decided to take the money.

Jaime noticed that Ainsley’s passion just wasn’t there anymore, her kissing became robotic and well…boring. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, but she looked away quickly, feeling bad for losing her passion so quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Jaime asked.

Ainsley sighed and released the grip her legs had around Jaime’s waist. He held onto her hips while she settled her feet back down onto the floor, but didn’t let go of her once she was supporting her own body.

“Can we sit?” Ainsley asked, looking at one of the table from over her shoulder.

Jaime nodded and followed Ainsley over to the table, taking a seat across from her. The worry was evident in his face, and Ainsley sure hoped that he didn’t think she was breaking up with him – that was the last thing she wanted from this situation.

“Um…so Bret stopped by last week,” Ainsley said.

Jaime was silent for a moment. “Oh. What did he want?” his voice was surprisingly gentle, but there was worry in his voice.

“Well, he got into my car after work and well…there’s something else I need to tell you first actually…” Ainsley realized that Jaime didn’t even know anything about the pictures from the night that she was drunk in San Diego.

Jaime shifted in his seat. “O-Okay…”

“The night that I was in San Diego with Mal and her friends, Bret was there and I ended up going to his house.” She paused and looked at Jaime’s expression, but immediately wished that she hadn’t. He looked heart broken and she could see that he was assuming the worst. “Nothing happened!” she said quickly, waving her hands. “Nothing happened between us!”

Jaime relaxed instantly.

“But, um…so you know how he’s a photographer?”

“Yeah…”

Ainsley took a deep breath, unsure of how to really explain everything without it sounding like a lie or an excuse. But she knew it was the truth, and that was all that mattered. “I was pretty hammered, you know, and Bret pulled up outside the club after I was stranded my Mal. Jeric agreed to pick me up from Bret’s house so I didn’t have to stand on the sidewalk alone. I ended up drinking more in Bret’s limo and I…I don’t really remember the rest of the night. I don’t remember going to Bret’s, getting picked up, or the drive back to Oceanside.

“Bret took advantage of that…and he…he took some pictures of me, Jaime. Pictures that I am not very proud of.”

“W…what are they?” His voice sounded so broken and hurt, but not for himself, only. For Ainsley.

“Let’s just say that I didn’t have much covering my body,” she admitted. “They’re not completely nude, but they’re very risqué and revealing. Way out of my comfort zone – I only posed like that because I was drunk and obviously had no idea what I was doing.”

Jaime’s face hardened his expression unreadable. “Okay, and what does this have to do with Bret visiting you?”

She took in a deep breath, feeling scared and horrified to admit to his proposition. She was even more afraid of telling him that she didn’t decline right away. “He wants to use them on his website. He says they will make me a lot of money, and he’s willing to give me a huge advance if I do. He also gave me bribe money before he left.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing yet,” she admitted. She didn’t want to include the bit of information about how she was actually considering accepting the offer.

“What do you want to say?”

“I don’t know,” she groaned. “I want to say no, but…”

“But, what?” Jaime seemed angry now, his shoulders more square and his chest puffed out slightly in anger. “Just call him and tell him no, that there’s no deal.”

“I can’t.” She finally said it and the words felt good coming from her mouth. “I just don’t know yet, Jaime.”

He sighed audibly and shook his head. He kept his gaze down on the table as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment. He then shook his head again and stood up. Ainsley was certain that he was going to leave her there – leave her for good because she was thinking of accepting the money in exchange for allowing her revealing photos to be exploited for the public eye to see. This was it, Ainsley had gone and fucked everything up. She felt so alone without Jaime sitting across from her, even though he hadn’t even left the shop yet.

He stopped by the door and turned around to face her. “Come on, let’s go get some lunch,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

“What?” Ainsley asked, standing up slowly. “You’re not leaving me?” The words escaped her lips before she was even able to filter them through her mind. She didn’t mean to ask that out loud in case Jaime’s answer wasn’t the one she wanted.

“No,” he chuckled. “Why would I leave you for something like that? I can’t live without you – remember?”

“I do,” Ainsley smiled warmly. “Okay, let me go grab my purse and lock up,” she said, jumping up a bit as she turned to head to the back of the bakery to get her purse and clean everything up. She met Jaime’s side moments later, locking the door behind them and double-checking it before she began to walk toward her car.

Jaime walked behind her, and right before they reached their vehicles, Jaime let out a low whistle.

Ainsley whipped around, unsure of why he was whistling.

“Your ass looks great in leggings,” he commented, a sexy smirk playing on his lips – his dimples making him both alluring and adorable at the same time. “Damn, I feel like you get sexier every time I see you. I am one lucky man.”

“You’re one horny man,” Ainsley said as she rolled her eyes. “Sheesh, you would think that you don’t get laid.” She shot around to give him a wink before she turned to unlock her door.

“Maybe we should skip lunch and go straight to your place,” he suggested. “If yanno what I mean,” he said quickly as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Follow me to the sushi joint down the street,” Ainsley instructed, rolling her eyes at Jaime’s comment.

They arrived at the sushi restaurant and each agreed that they were hungry enough to do an all you can eat order – ordering sushi roll after sushi roll until they couldn’t eat anymore. Jaime took care of the bill, and Ainsley decided to let him do it with arguing.

“I’ve gotta go pee,” she murmured as Jaime went to the register to pay. “I’ll meet you back at my house?”

“Sure,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her softly before turning back to the man in front of him.

Ainsley walked across the restaurant and went into the bathroom. When she opened the door, she was pleased to find it was a single-person restroom, so there was plenty of space for her to do her business instead of being crammed into a stall. She quickly went to the restroom, and as she was washing her hands, she heard the doorhandle being turned.

“I’ll be out in a moment,” she called out. She checked over herself in the mirror and then turned to the door, pulling it open with her left hand while throwing away the paper towel she used to dry her hands with her right.

Before she could look up, she was being pushed back into the restroom, the door being closed behind the person pushing her. She looked up in shock, but relaxed when she saw Jaime standing in front of her. He reached back and locked the door behind them, causing Ainsley to giggle with excitement.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice in a whisper.

“Knocking out the next place on that list I was telling you about,” he murmured before immediately reaching his hands under her shirt and cupping her breasts.

“Oh thank god,” she moaned. “I didn’t think I could wait until we got home.”

Jaime smirked as he adjusted his hands once again so they were pushing her bra up on her chest, exposing her breasts under her shirt so Jaime’s hands had better access to them. She leaned up against the sink as Jaime pulled her shirt up – but not off – so he could see exactly what he was doing. He stared over her body with passion and then dipped his head down to kiss all around her breasts.

Ainsley was so turned on that just the kissing was making her stomach tighten in pleasure. She tried not to moan out since they were still in the sushi restaurant. She arched her back as Jaime took her left nipple into his mouth, biting down roughly. The feeling of his teeth made her let out a small shriek of pleasure. Jaime reached up one of his hands and placed his fingers into her mouth to try and silence her. She bit down on his fingers as he continued to get her body to react to his kissing and biting.

He used his other hand to wiggle their way down the front of her floral print leggings and down to where Ainsley wanted him the most. He teased her roughly, rubbing his fingers over her slit, but not hitting the spot that was throbbing for him.

She hissed slightly to tell Jaime to get on with it, and he obeyed, immediately rubbing his thumb over her bundle of senses, slowly getting her more and more aroused. She could feel the moans daring to escape, and she knew that if he continued, she was going to have an orgasm right then and there. She reached down and popped the button of his pants out of place, causing them to sag just a bit at the released tension. She pulled down his zipper with one hand and pushed Jaime’s hand away from her with her other. He pulled his hands out of her mouth as she squat down – not wanting her knees to touch the public bathroom floor – and pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his evident desire.

She took him into her mouth without any hesitation, causing Jaime to grunt and clutch onto the end of the sink. She could feel his tension already – it had been a while since they had been able to have sex since she was on her period and then things were too stressful and then they were each extremely busy. She knew that she couldn’t keep him in her mouth for long – he would finish too quickly and she still wanted to feel him inside of her.

She only used her mouth to lubricate Jaime before she stood up, waiting Jaime to position her how he’d like. He turned her around so she was leaning up against the sink and pulled down her leggings. He hooked his fingers beneath her, finding her entrance before he took a step closer, ready to enter her. But he paused suddenly, cursing to himself before digging into his pocket and pulling out his wallet.

He held a condom out in front of her face to show her what he was doing. “I remembered this time,” he said with a laugh.

“Ugh,” Ainsley groaned, angry at herself for forgetting about protection once again. “Remind me to set up a doctor’s appointment for this weekend so I can get on birth control.”

“Will do,” he muttered as he rolled the condom onto himself.

Ainsley was caught off guard when he pushed into her, causing her to squeal out – whimpers escaping her mouth with every thrust. She was getting progressively louder as Jaime pushed into her – hitting a spot she was used to in this position.

“Fuck,” Jaime muttered, pausing for a moment. He reached in front of her and lifted her shirt up and placed it into her mouth after rolling the end up so it fit into a perfect sized gag. She took it into her mouth, not caring that she was probably going to bite a hole in her shirt, stretch it, or rip the seams from the pressure of the fabric pulling against her shoulders, seeming as the shirt was still on her.

She looked up and came face-to-face with her own reflection. Her face was red and her forehead was slightly glossy with the sweat that was forming. She had never seen what she looked like during sex, and although it was weird for her, she enjoyed watching it. She could see her breasts moving against her chest, her bra still pulled up so they were free and revealed. She looked at her shirt that was rolled up and placed into her mouth so tight that her cheeks were rippled into a roll. She enjoyed the feeling of the tightness on her face, though. It added to the kinkiness of the encounter.

She could see Jaime, also, from behind her. He was biting his lip and moving his body forcefully as he brought her pleasure. His eyes were wild with passion and love as he stared over Ainsley’s back. His dimples were showing from the way he was biting his lip, and his hair was starting to curl at the slightest from the sweat.

Jaime looked up and caught Ainsley’s eyes through the mirror, a smirk coming across his lips as he picked up his pace a bit – the reflection obviously getting him even more excited. Ainsley watched his reflection as he did what she had been doing – he examined himself and what he looked like before turning his eyes back to Ainsley’s body, his eyes fixating on her breasts as they jiggled with each thrust.

Ainsley mentally rolled her eyes as she bent over a bit more, allowing Jaime to enter her even deeper than before. She grunted loudly at the feeling and Jaime moved even quicker, his own grunts and stifled moans mixing with her muffled whimpers. She knew he was close, and she was too, but in order to speed things up, Ainsley decided to reach down and start to rub herself.

“Look in the mirror,” Jaime demanded, his voice strained as he continued the movements. “Watch us,” he grunted.

Ainsley hesitantly lifted her gaze back up to their reflection. Her eyes immediately focused in on her hand that was tracing circles against herself. She couldn’t see her anatomy clearly because of how far she was bent over, but she could clearly see her fingers roaming her own body. She stared in wonder, more interested in the way it looked rather than the feeling. Jaime grunted loudly, bring Ainsley’s back to the moment.

“Fuck, I’m really close,” he groaned. He looked at Ainsley through the mirror and could tell that she was further away than he was, so he took it upon himself to replace her hand with his own, the feeling immediately bringing much more pleasure to her.

His hips slowed as he began to focus on also stimulating Ainsley’s most sensitive area. She began to whimper more, and Jaime began to move his hand quicker as he felt his own orgasm coming. He thrust harder and harder, holding off as long as he could so they could finish together.

Ainsley began to shudder as she grew closer to her orgasm, Jaime’s fingers doing just the trick to get her closer to her release. He moved harder and faster, applying more pressure and making Ainsley shake with pleasure. Jaime slammed into her, grunting with each thrust until he couldn’t hold it anymore. He pushed into her once more before blowing out into the condom, his hand still vigorously working on Ainsley.

He pushed his hips in a bit deeper, before pulling out once more and pushing so hard into her, Ainsley could feel every inch of him inside of her. He pushed right up against her center, his fingers finally hitting that perfect spot and Ainsley whimpered uncontrollably, moaning into her shirt that was still bunched up in her mouth. He wrapped his other arm around her while he continued to move his fingers, making her start to squirm as the pleasure was almost too much for her. She tried to get away from his fingers because there was too much pleasure, but Jaime held her down, pushing her over and over again until it felt as if her orgasm started all over again. She stood straight up and leaned herself up against Jaime’s back as she panted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body heaved with pleasure.

Jaime smiled at their reflection before he pulled his fingers away from her and lifted his hands up to pull her shirt from her mouth. Her shirt dropped down into place, a huge wet mark from her saliva left in the center of it. Jaime reached down and pulled up her leggings.

“I just realized you’re not even wearing underwear,” he muttered as he pulled them up.

She smirked as she placed her breasts back into her bra and adjusted them. “That’s the only way I can get my ass to look good,” she replied, referring to his earlier comment in the parking lot.

“I swear, you make me the luckiest man alive,” he sighed as he stared at her through the mirror. He watched her as she reached down to wash her hands and then gently dab her face with the cool water – careful not to disturb her makeup.

Jaime reached around her and washed his own hands, turning off the sink once he was done. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder, smiling at how perfect they looked together.

“We better go,” Ainsley chuckled as Jaime attacked her cheek with kisses.

“Yeah, round two starts in twenty minutes,” he said, letting her go and heading over to the door.

Ainsley walked over to the door and pulled it open, but stopped to toss her paper towel into the trash, making a point to bend over a bit more than necessary to show off her ass.

Jaime grunted and walked up behind her, taking a handful of her behind. “Make it ten,” he groaned. He pulled his hand back and slapped her right cheek, earning a squeal from Ainsley.

She shook her head and pulled the door open, neither of them caring about exiting together. As soon as they left the hallway where the restrooms were, the entire restaurant looked to them, some of them giving them looks of disgust, and others smirking.

They quickly walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Notes

Ainsley's Outfit

Hey guys! So what do you think about Ainsley telling Jaime about the pictures? Do you think Jaime is really okay with it?

Sorry it took me so long to update! Finals were stressful, but now I am on break for three weeks, so the updates should be coming a bit more frequently. :)

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