Page 10 of SnapShot

“How was your meal, beautiful?”

“I shouldn’t even dignify that with a response because you know damn well that you’re a masterful chef.”

He shoots me a sinful smirk, and all I can do is roll my eyes and smile. He stands from the table and reaches for my empty plate, stacking it atop his own. When he turns toward the kitchen, and I can’t stop myself from ogling his toned ass. It fills out those jeans perfectly.

I’m assuming he’s going to wash the dishes, so I take the opportunity to explore the place. In the hallway leading to the back exit, there’s a cracked wooden door with a nameplate that says Charles Womack on it. I push it open further to discover a cozy office. His desk is neat, no random papers scattered across it. There’s one lone frame that showcases his parents and him in front of a beautiful natural stone fireplace. They look like a picture-perfect family.

He’d mentioned during dinner that he’s close with both of his parents, though his dad isn’t too well off now. If he feels anything like the way I did when Grams got sick, my heart goes out to him because it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to watch, and she wasn’t technically my parent.

I’m torn from my thoughts when I hear Charlie clear his throat behind me. When I turn to him, he’s leaning a shoulder on the door frame in that seductive way men like to do. The things I would let this man do to me should be illegal.

“I don’t know that I would consider snooping as being a good girl,” he says as he lifts an eyebrow, looking up at me through his lashes.

I sashay myself over to him and fist his shirt in my hand to pull his ear all the way to my lips saying, “if you expect me to obey just because you’ve got some kissing skills, think again, chef. You have to earn it.”

I release him and back away with a wicked smirk on my face before he has the chance to grab me. He doesn’t move, though. He just licks his bottom lip and lets out a breathy chuckle like he knows something I don’t.

We stand there, staring, each challenging the other to do something. The moment is broken as he stands to his full height and stalks toward me. I instinctively start stepping backward, trying to keep some distance between us. He’s faster than me, though.

Before I realize it, he’s trapped me. The next step I try to take makes my ass bump into his desk. I can feel his cock on my inner thigh when he removes all space between our bodies. My arms fly behind me to grab the edge of the desk to ground myself. He grabs my hip and leans down so his mouth is hovering over my ear, the same way I did to him. Except with his breath floating over my skin, I lose all sanity. Goosebumps travel up my arms as my own breath hitches.

His other arm comes up to feather his fingers over my shoulder as he says in a low growl, “Honey, I don’t know who you think I am, but a patient man I am not. When I want something, I take it.”

The gasp that leaves my mouth is completely involuntary, and I immediately want to suck it back in. Charlie abandons my ear as he stands upright, looking down at me with a burning intensity.

“I think you’d like for me to take what I want, wouldn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before his mouth is back on mine, his hand that’s on my hip fists the bottom of my shirt to keep me glued to him.

The kiss escalates quickly into a sloppy mess as we explore each other. I moan into his mouth as his hands reach underneath me to grab my ass and hoist me up. Instantly, my legs wrap around him, trying to get some friction where I need it. Holding me up as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, he turns and starts walking to the back corner of the office. I release his lips to turn my head behind me where I see a closed door. Butterflies are assaulting my insides as I try to think of where he’s taking me.

The thoughts don’t have time to manifest as he slams my back into the closed door and releases his hold on my ass, the weight of his body keeping me exactly where he wants me. One of his hands comes up and wraps around my throat lightly as he dives in for a quick punishing kiss before his lips move down to my chin, the exposed parts of my throat, settling at the junction of my neck and shoulder as he bites down. Hard.

“Ow. Damn,” I bark at him, but he doesn’t let up. Instead, he grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head, intertwining our fingers.

“Don’t go soft on me now. You can take a little pain with your pleasure, can’t you?” The mouth on this man. Holy shit. I’m panting like a bitch in heat.

Shock jars me out of the trance he must have put me in when my feet fall to the floor as he takes a step away from me, still holding my hands above me. He’s looking directly at my chest that’s rising and falling at an embarrassing pace.

Bringing his gaze back up to my eyes he says, “This door leads upstairs to my loft. I’m going to take you up there and make you beg for mercy if you don’t tell me to take you home right now. You have five seconds to decide what you want, Haedyn.”

He starts counting down slowly as he tightens his fingers around mine that are still smashed to the door above me. It’s making it hard to concentrate. My clit is practically begging with each pulse running through it for me to answer him already. Tell him to do his worst.

“Four.” He leans down to rain kisses along my jawline and throat while I try desperately to keep my wits about me by admiring the ceiling. I tilt my head to the side to give him better access, failing at my mission of remaining sane. I have to bite my lip in a desperate attempt to hide the moan that tries to escape my mouth. Though I notice that it doesn’t escape his attention as he pulls away to look me in the eyes and smirk.

“Three.” Kiss.

“Two.” Bite.

“One.” Lick.

“Time’s up, little brat.”

I grin and yank my hands down to pretend that I’m trying to get out of his hold, but he’s a quick one. As soon as my hands are free, he bends to wrap his arms around my waist and slings me over his shoulder before he heads up the stairs.

I’m trying to stop laughing as he opens the door at the top of the stairs and steps inside, closing the door behind him. He sets me down, and immediately pins me against the door so hard that my back screams a little. A breath of air escapes my mouth before its captured by his.

His mouth is more demanding than before, hands searching for something to grab until they reach the hem of my shirt, lifting just enough to let me feel his rough fingertips on my skin. It sends a chill up my spine and heat to my core. This time I can’t hold back my moan.

I fist his shirt to pull him in closer as I whisper against his lips, “Tick tock, chef.”

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