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As the climax begins to wane, Patrick wastes no time going back to work, tying my ankles to the bed. I’m totally bound now, still buzzing from my orgasm.

“Please,” I said. “I can’t take any more teasing. I need it.”

He chuckles, and the devilish expression that plays on his handsome face suggests that teasing me is exactly what he has in mind.

But mercifully, he doesn’t. Instead, he gets onto his knees in between my legs, positioning himself perfectly to glide into me.

“Do you want it?” he asks.

“I do. So, fucking badly.”

“Then ask nicely.”

I smile, hating but loving when he does this to me.

“Please. Please, Patrick.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he pushes into me with a slow, deep thrust. I close my eyes and moan, focusing on the sensation of his cock driving into me, stretching me out and filling me completely. He places his hand on my belly, holding me in place as he buries himself to the root.

My breasts bounce up and down as he picks up his pace, bucking into me. I want to go wild, to grab onto his body, his ass, run my hands through his hair. But I can’t, so all of my energy becomes focused on the pleasure, the sensation of his cock inside of me.

“Come for me,” he says. “Right now.”

There’s no chance even to reply. The orgasm has been building so much that all I can do is nod as it releases. I clench around him, and Patrick comes with me, letting out an animalistic grunt as he erupts inside of me, filling me with his warmth.

Everything slows down, and the world is reduced to the two of us breathing in tandem as we recover. Finally, he undoes the knots, my limbs falling limply onto the bed. He moves next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me flush against him.

He kisses my shoulder.

“How was that?”

“Wonderful.”

We lay like that in silence for a long time, sleep drifting in. And as I doze off in his arms, I know I’m just where I want to be.

Chapter 24

Patrick

"Let's kick off with the hors d'oeuvres," I begin. "Bacon-wrapped scallops, as requested by Luca. We’ll add a touch of maple glaze for a sweet and smoky finish."

The kitchen is abuzz as Allie and I gear up for the exclusive dinner tonight. We've meticulously designed a five-course meal that's both modern and tantalizing and hopefully up to the snuff of Luca and his crew.

Allie deftly wraps each plump scallop with bacon, her hands steady and sure. "Hope they like this."

"They better. And let's keep the surprises coming," I reply, sharing a conspiratorial grin with her.

As we dive into the intricate dance of dinner preparation, Allie and I find ourselves working shoulder-to-shoulder, the proximity intensifying the electric charge between us. I'm trying to concentrate on the meticulous tasks at hand—perfecting the bacon-wrapped scallops and adjusting the aioli drizzle—yet I find myself repeatedly drawn to her. Her fragrance, a subtle mix of her shampoo and the faint scent of citrus fills my senses, distracting me in a way that no other woman has before.

I catch myself watching her a little too intently as she laughs softly while adjusting the appetizer. Our eyes meet, and the corner of her mouth twitches upwards in a playful smirk.

"Careful, Chef," she teases. "You might end up burning something.”

I chuckle, shaking my head slightly to clear the distraction. "Just making sure everything is perfect," I reply, though we both know my focus had drifted from the food.

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. "Speaking of perfect, I've been thinking about our last experiment," I say, the memory of our recent exploration into BDSM making her cheeks flush a delightful shade of pink.

Her eyes light up with mischief, and a playful grin spreads across her face. "Well, if tonight is a hit, we'll definitely need to celebrate," she suggests.

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