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He stands and closes the distance between us with a few measured steps. Instead of heading for the door, he stops just a hair's breadth away, invading my personal space with the ease of a man used to getting what he wants. "Allie," he starts, his voice low, "I’ve been wanting to do this all night, all week, actually."

His confession hangs in the air, a tantalizing promise, and my heart’s doing acrobatics, and suddenly, it's like we're the only two people in the world. The air around snaps with anticipation, with want. I don’t need any more encouragement. Throwing caution to the wind, I stand on my tiptoes and meet his lips, and it’s like lighting the fuse on a bottle rocket. Everything feels right. Reckless, maybe, but oh-so right.

Chapter 17

Patrick

In the shadowed quiet of my office, everything else fades into the background, leaving just Allie and me. Our lips lock, and we kiss deeply, revealing secrets we hadn’t yet spoken aloud.

I carefully peel her chef's jacket from her shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor, heightening the anticipation between us. The heat from the ovens lingers, mingling with the faint scent of citrus and her unique floral fragrance, intoxicating in its subtlety.

Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch as I trace the curve of her arms, pulling her closer. She fits against me perfectly, her body a natural extension of my own. As her breath quickens, it stirs the air around my neck, each exhale a spark against my skin.

“We’re making more than just dinner tonight, aren’t we?” I murmur as our movements sync in a slow, deliberate dance. She laughs softly, the sound mixing with the hum of the refrigeration units—our own private soundtrack.

"In a kitchen full of spices, you’re the most intoxicating one," I quip, feeling her smile against my lips.

She pulls back slightly, a playful glint in her eye. "Really, Patrick? Do you use that line might get your soufflés to rise? But you're lucky with me; I'm already smitten," she teases.

I laugh, loving the way she never lets me get too serious, not even in my own domain. "Well, it works; what can I say?" I counter, my hands finding the small of her back, drawing her closer as we both begin to slip out of the remaining barriers of our chef's uniforms.

Soon, we’re down to nothing but our underwear. She looks so fucking hot in her white thong and matching bra. My cock turns as solid as the stainless-steel counter, and I want to devour her like a meal.

She’s feeling extra bold, however, and steps forward. She’s hungry, and I can tell there’s only one thing in this kitchen that’ll satisfy her.

I run my hand up her thigh, finding the moisture between her legs.

“Oh, oh, God.” The words escape from her mouth the moment I make contact.

I rub her pussy gently through her panties, the fabric already soaked. All I can think about is how she might taste. I slip my fingers underneath the elastic and slide them into the slick, wet folds of her pussy.

Her eyes flash for a moment, and then she bucks against my hand. I guide her back, pushing her into a sitting position on the counter, and spread her legs open wide. Allie arches her back and moans as I finger her. She’s wet as hell, her tight warmth gripping me.

I kiss her hard, and my tongue finds the same rhythm as my fingers. She reaches behind me and grabs my hair, holding me in place, making sure I don’t move an inch.

I keep fingering her, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers, listening to the soft pants and moans that fill the air.

“You’re close,” I say. “Come for me. Right now.”

She nods, barely, then releases. Her whole body tightens at once, then relaxes.

“Patrick!” she cries out as she comes.

I keep fingering her through the orgasm, the sight of her unraveling making me so hard I can barely think straight. As the climax wanes, all I can think about is giving her more.

She opens those gorgeous eyes, and I reach around to unclasp her bra. Allie’s round, gorgeous tits fall out, and I waste no time licking and sucking her nipples, savoring that lovely saltiness.

“That was amazing,” she says as I toss the bra aside.

“Good, but I’m not done with you yet.”

One of her eyebrows raises. “Is that right?”

“That’s right. Now, turn around.”

She flashes me a sly grin, and I can sense she’s wondering what’s on my mind. But Allie complies, hopping off the counter and turning. I grab her hips, pulling her back against me, pressing my hardness to her ass.

“You feel that?” I ask. “You feel how turned on you make me?”

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