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I straightened and helped her back up. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. Not that I didn’t want it to, but…” Fuck, why couldn’t I find the right words?
“I didn’t mind.”
I smiled at her. “I love how you’re game for anything.”
“Life is to be lived.” She put her bra back on and slipped her arms into her dress sleeves.
“I just want you to know that I’m not a horndog.”
She quirked a brow.
“Not now. Not with you,” I clarified.
She smiled, but I had a sense that she wasn’t sure what to make of my statement. Feeling like I was doing a shitty job explaining myself, I decided to move on to a new topic.
“Now that we’ve christened this place, how about we figure out the design?”
“That’s what I’m here for, but that welcome was nice. Freed up my creative juices.”
I grinned. “You haven’t seen creative yet.”
There was a quick flash of heat in her eyes that had me feeling good about the odds of us getting naked again in the future. In the meantime, we had work to do.
We worked through the design materials. She was agreeable to the plans, but I wasn’t sure she actually liked the ideas I had. But I didn’t push her to share her thoughts, as I was here as the expert. I knew how open a successful restaurant, and while food was a part of that equation, atmosphere was involved as well.
We toured the kitchen, where I’d arranged for all new appliances and work areas to be installed. They’d finished going in yesterday, so they were gleaming new. Her face was bright like sunshine as she took in the space. I had an urge to fuck her there too, but managed to keep my dick in my pants. It was clear, though, that working with her would be a distraction.
“We should hire a manager as soon as possible,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he’ll get more done than we will.” Deciding what the hell, I took her in my arms again. “We could be working now, but I think I’ll kiss you instead.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Is this how you start all your restaurants?”
“No.” I swooped in capturing her sweet taste again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. “I want you again,” I said pressing my fully erect cock against her.
“Twice in one day?”
“We can go for three or four if you want.” I lifted her dress up, and tugged her panties down. Then I put her on the counter and pushed her thighs open.
“It’s cold,” she said of the cool metal of workspace on her ass.
“Let me heat you up, baby.” I bent my knees, to look at and admire her pussy. It glistened with her wetness. The scent of her arousal was like hard liquor, making me drunk. Like a man dying of thirst, I dove in and drank her up. Her sweet juices coated my lips and tongue.
No, I couldn’t get enough of this. I didn’t want to get enough of her. I liked this craving, and I liked satisfying it.
14
Morgan — Tuesday
I was in heaven. Kade was touching me again like he couldn’t get enough of me. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that this was love, but I also didn’t believe I was a simple convenient hookup.
His tongue swirled around my entrance and then trailed up to my clit, causing me to cry out and nearly fall off the work space. I’d never be able to look at this kitchen again and not remember this.
“Mmm, you taste so good.” He used his fingers to open my pussy lips and then fused his mouth to me, shooting me straight to the stars. I gripped his head, holding him me to me as my hips gyrated and rocked, fucking his mouth as his mouth fucked me.
“Oh god…I’m coming…” I was teetering on the edge, wanting to ride out the anticipation as long as possible, but then he inserted a finger into me and hit a spot that had me screaming out his name, pleasure exploding in my body. I felt like I was orgasming forever. When I finally came down, I wasn’t sure how I was upright. I felt like my bones had liquified.
He was pushing his pants and boxer briefs down when I could finally focus. His cock sprang free, long, thick and glorious.
“I want to suck it,” I said.
“Ah, fuck… you sure?”
I nodded. “Show me how. I want to taste you.”
He growled. “Switch with me.” He sat on the counter as I jumped down.
I couldn’t wait for his instructions. I took him in my hand, loving the softness of the skin, pulled tight over hard steel.
“Fuck… tighter.” He put his hand over mine and squeezed. I gripped him tighter and stroked once then twice, watching as a pearl of wetness formed on his tip. I lapped it up with my tongue. It was salty, but not unpleasant.
