Since Smolder Carina Alyce comes out this week, I wanted to share a chapter that you are the FIRST to read.

It's the morning after the morning after . . .

His cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number with a Washington state area code. He answered on the first ring. “This is Chief Baker.”
“I thought you didn't want me to call you that,” Erin said.

“Sorry.” He moved from his kitchen to the couch. He was still in his uniform, the same one he wore to her place. He had quietly laundered his clothes overnight once he’d realized that when she wasn't having sex, she slept like the dead.

“It's okay. If I saw an out-of-state number, I might answer the same way.”

“About this morning… I had to run.”

“I figured. Got important stuff to do.” She was talking slightly above a whisper, likely because she was on shift.

“I couldn't be late for my morning meeting. You had equally important stuff.” Noah didn’t want her to believe he didn’t value her job.

“You’re very good at important stuff.” There was a pause. “Do you want to do stuff like that again?”

“Going to a morning meeting? Yes, I think I'll be doing that again.” Noah tried to contain the thrum going up his body. Was this her way of saying she was game to sleep with him again and again and again?

“You're funny. I meant tasting the cake. Savoring each bite and crumb. Licking off the frosting.”

His brain immediately went to the memory of her naked, spread beneath him. His cock sent him the message that it remembered, too. “It was the best cake I've ever eaten.”

“That good? Care to eat the best cake more regularly?”

There was the dangerous question. Yes, he wanted to see her again. Yes, he wanted to sleep with her again.

But he was still the ultimate final boss, and he couldn't solicit sex from his subordinates.
“In my position, I am not allowed to dictate the cake’s availability.” He hoped she understood his allusion.

“Oh, you're worried the cake is feeling pressured. Or the cake is trying to jump to the front of the line.”

“It had crossed my mind.” They could argue this weekend was a one-time lapse. It’d happened repeatedly over forty-eight hours, but a one-off was potentially more forgivable with fewer repercussions than a coordinated plan.

“This cake doesn’t line jump. What happens to the cake in the privacy of its own home shouldn't have an effect at work.”

“As long as we keep our dessert choices to ourselves, no harm in it.” She hadn’t said his name, which told him she was on board with discretion.

“Right. We can keep having the best cake ever whenever we want,” Erin told him.

“What if one of us wants to eat cake with someone else?” Noah had difficulty believing he was having a conversation in code about sex, but she was at work.

“You want someone else's cake?” She sounded hurt.

“No,” he kept his answer very direct. “I want this cake only, but I can’t speak for your appetite. You're not required to—”

Her silvery laugh pushed his dick to full erection. “I got it. I got it. Cake with only us. I’ll tell you if it’s time to stop eating cake.”

“If that's what you want.” He tried to control his elation over this beautiful woman agreeing to sleep with him exclusively.

And regularly.

More laughter. “Wow, no one’s ever been quite this intent on confirming my consent. Yes. I say ‘yes’ to this best cake plan because it was damn delicious.”

The coil of emotion inside of him slowly unfurled. “Then we've settled it.”

“Not exactly. I got interrogated by my new captain about my type of coffee, and I greatly prefer cake to coffee. Can I have cake now?”

“Now?” he asked.

“I'm alone in my bunkroom. I got my downtime, and I’m unbuttoning my uniform top because it's feeling tight.”

His body immediately responded. First, she’d agreed to keep sleeping with him, and next she wanted to have phone sex?

"You’re serious?" He would have never suggested this on his own. Then again, what firefighter hadn’t ‘helped’ himself during a slow shift?

"Like a heart attack. "

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