He shakes his head. “Don’t be shy, love. You’re a chef. You have to be at least a wee bit curious.”
My heart races, and I shrug as I realize where this is leading. He smiles as he slides a finger inside me, retrieving some of my nectar as if he’s scooping whipped cream off a tasty dessert.
He stands up so we’re eye to eye as he possessively slips his finger inside my mouth. At this point, my mouth and my entire body are his. He can do whatever he wants with me, and he knows it.
I maintain eye contact as I suck his finger for a moment until he slides it out.
“Do you taste it?” he asks. “Your musk has a hint of—”
“Raspberry,” I say, finishing his sentence.
He smiles and nods in agreement. “Raspberry and melon. My new favorite flavor combination.”
“Oh, my God. You’re right,” I say, licking my lips.
His gaze is locked on my mouth. “Bloody hell, woman,” he remarks as he reaches for the button of his jeans.
I let out a loud sigh as he begins to undress. “Oh, thank God.”
He laughs as he shrugs out of his pants and peels off his T-shirt. “Are you on birth control?”
I nod enthusiastically as he kicks off his boxers. Without further ado, he pulls me off the barstool, and I gasp as he spins me around and presses his body against mine.
One of his arms coils around my waist as his other hand slides between my legs. But he doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, he kisses my shoulders and gently massages my clit until my legs begin to quake again. Releasing the arm around my waist, he uses his other hand to guide himself into my slick opening.
Unable to contain myself, I cry out in pain. Holy crap! Has it really been that long since I’ve had sex, or is Ethan’s cock thicker than his brothers? I try to push these thoughts out of my mind until it dawns on me I may not be the only one having them.
Before I can second-guess myself, I push Ethan away and turn around so we’re facing each other. I want him to see my face. I don’t want him to question whether I’m thinking about him or anyone else.
“Sit down,” I say, pointing at a dining chair behind him.
He chuckles at the way I’ve taken charge. “Yes, Chef.”
As he takes a seat, I take my time climbing on his lap to straddle him. I wince slightly at the discomfort as he fully enters me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod toward my feet. My toes are dangling about six inches above the hard wood. I’m too short to reach the floor in this position.
He glances down and immediately recognizes my predicament. “I’ve got you, love.”
Our eyes are locked on each other as he uses his incredible strength to lift me up and down on his lap. I lean my head back, relishing the sensation as his cock slides in and out of me. I use my free hand to touch myself as he kisses my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, and I cry out as his teeth clamp down gently on my hard nipple.
As he lifts me up and down, I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round. And as my second orgasm draws close, I remove my hand from between my legs and slide my finger into his mouth. He groans with pleasure, and within seconds he explodes inside me.
His arms hold me tightly as my body collapses into him. Snuggling my face into the crook of his neck, I listen closely as our heartbeats sync up while he softens inside me.
He presses his lips to my forehead as he caresses my back. “How are you feeling, love?”
I let out a soft sigh as I breathe in the sharp tang of his sweat. “Safe.”
My response prompts him to tighten his arms around me, and this makes me giggle.
We stay like this for a while until we’re rudely interrupted by the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the staff corridor.
By the time Ethan gets his pants on and races through the “Employees Only” door, the hallway is empty. There’s no one in the restaurant or the alley behind the building.
“Maybe we imagined it?” I say as I pull my hair back into a ponytail.
But the look of panic in Ethan’s eyes tells me he doesn’t believe that for a single second. “It had to be Andy. I’ll ring him in the morning before his shift. If he saw or heard anything, I’ll set him straight. I promise.”
I nod as if I believe him, but for the first time since this flirtation between us began, I fear we may have gone too far.
Chapter 17
ETHAN
“We’re all out of meat.”
I look at Alice as if she’s speaking a foreign language. “What? That’s impossible. How can we be all out of meat?”
She shrugs as she begins leading me toward the walk-in cooler. “You probably forgot to order it again.”
“But I don’t order the meat,” I tell her. “I make it myself by hand.”
My words don’t make any sense, and I’m not sure why I would say something like that.
Alice doesn’t seem to notice the absurdity of what I’ve said. As she opens the walk-in cooler, I quickly follow her inside. But as the door closes behind me, the cold air isn’t the only thing that sends a chill over my skin.
The shelves of the walk-in are lined with framed photos of Alice and Edward posing in various sexual positions.
“See? We’re all out of meat,” she says, motioning to the pictures.
“I’ve got your meat right here.”
I spin around at the sound of Edwards’s voice and find him standing right behind me, unbuttoning his jeans.
I wake with a gasp of horror.
“Bloody hell!” I shout, throwing off the duvet as I leap out of bed.
Staring at the mattress as if it’s the scene of a gruesome crime,
