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“We’re closed,” Row grumbled, eyes still trained on me as I writhed and rocked back and forth while he slid the zucchini in and out of me, a sweaty, horny mess in his Adonis arms. “Fuck off, Chef.”
“But I—”
“Fuck. Off. I cannot stress this enough. If you value your job, you’ll get out of here,” Row barked. After a pause, he added, “I can still hear you breathing. I said get out!”
The squeaks of sneakers running along the oak floor sounded, evaporating as Taylor exited the restaurant. Row picked up a candy cane from his station, pushed my legs farther open, and grabbed my waist, scooting me to the edge. “I don’t like these.” He played with the candy cane like it was a pen between his fingers. “I find them culinarily offensive, but Rhy gave me one.”
“I like them.” I licked my lips. Did I, though? I had officially been reduced to hormones and flesh.
“Want to experiment?” Row cocked one thick, dark brow.
“Yeah,” I groaned. “I do.”
With our eyes still holding one another, he began slowly pushing the candy cane through my tight hole while still shoving the zucchini into me. It was peeled, so it felt sleek and lubed as it slid in and out of me effortlessly. I chased the cold, sticky sensation of it. “Just stretching you out, baby.” Row leaned between my legs to steal a dirty kiss full of tongue. “I want to make sure it fits. Can’t hurt you like last time.”
I nodded enthusiastically, wanting to be a good girl for him. To please him. The candy cane was now firmly inside my rectum, the hook poking outside for easy removal, like a tiny tail. The pressure felt delicious inside my ass. I was going to combust. I was sure of it. He moved the zucchini in and out of me, stretching my pussy, helping me get used to something bigger than my vibrator. “Is this okay, sweetheart?” He held the zucchini by the base, angling it up to hit my G-spot, making me shamelessly scoot down and chase more of it.
“It’s perfect.”
“Good, sweetheart. You’re almost ready.” Row lowered down to a deep squat and fastened his teeth around the hook of the candy cane, slowly prying it out of my ass. The sensation was heavenly. I couldn’t stop moving, squirming, moaning loud enough to be heard from space.
“I’m coming,” I panted.
“Not until I tell you to.” His teeth were locked over the hook of the candy cane, but I was moving and thrusting, not wanting him to withdraw it all the way. If it broke off and I had to spend the night at the hospital, removing seasonal sweets from my ass, I was going to kill him.
“Row, I don’t think I can—”
“Ask nicely,” he murmured into the seam between my pussy and my ass. “And I’ll give it to you. Ask not so nicely, and I might take it from you. Understand?”
Row was always controlling at work, so it shouldn’t surprise me he was the exact same way in bed.
“Please, can I come? I can’t hold it anymore.” Though I sort of could. And it felt really good too. Riding that just-before-orgasm train a tad longer.
“Who owns you?”
“You do.” My breath caught as pressure built between my legs again. I would give him everything in my bank account and a large portion of my nonvital internal organs at this point to be able to come.
“That’s right. Cum all over the zucchini, Dot.”
The orgasm washed over me, and I went under willingly. Every cell in my body blossomed. He withdrew the zucchini from inside me, slam-dunking it into a nearby trash can. He then used his fingers to scoop my cum from my pussy, slowly trailing them between the lips until he produced sticky, gooey cum. He popped his fingers into his mouth, devouring my desire for him, rubbing his fingertips over his teeth like my scent was pure cocaine. Row then trailed his hand up my stomach and gave my tightened nipple a gentle slap. Delirious with pleasure and glee, I grabbed his wrist and hoisted myself up, pressing my lips against his.
He opened immediately for me, whirling his tongue against mine, and we kissed deep and slow and passionate. The kind of kiss that made wet noises. The kind of kiss that tilted the world upside down and spilled its entire contents to the universe’s floor.
“So, that sounded very unhygienic.” Taylor sighed behind the door. “Still here, by the way. Really need those AirPods.”
My eyes widened in alarm. He came back. We must’ve not heard him.
“I will buy you three pairs of AirPods if you just fuck off!” Row growled into our kiss.
“Third generation pro?” Taylor stressed. Little fucker. He sure knew an opportunity when he saw one.
“Yes!”
Taylor chuckled. “Deal.”
Row’s lips rolled along my jaw, down to my neck, kissing every inch of my torso, marking me all over. He gave my nipple a tug with his teeth. “Row,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
He popped his head up, looking flushed, surprised, and ruggedly gorgeous. “That’s what I’m trying to do here. It’s called foreplay.”
