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Her energy is addictive, but I still take my time prowling towards her. We haven’t got any bookings at the cookery school until tomorrow evening, and we tentatively discussed spending the whole day together. I lock eyes with her and stop a couple of metres away. Her stare rakes down my body. The temperature has dropped to zero, fitting for December, but my whole being burns with fire for her.

Christmas trees light up the houses and apartments around us, a reminder that our world will change in less than ten days.

“Are you going to take all night?” she says, her voice carrying on the bitter breeze.

“That’s the plan,” I growl. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “Did you bring your toy with you?”

She nods slowly. “And I want to use it while you watch. I want you to guide me.”

“Are you sure, Rubes?” I tease. “What if you can’t control yourself? What if you beg me to be inside you?”

“I’ve had a fantasy where I’m on my knees begging you to do things to me,” she replies raspily.

“Good girl.” Her smile makes me hard. “You have a thing for men telling you what to do in the bedroom.”

“Maybe I have a thing for you telling me what to do. All those times you’ve instructed me during our private classes make me needy for you.”

My heart thuds in my chest. I’m not usually this alpha, but I will be anything she wants me to be, and I want to be the only person she desires. “Have you played with your toys while imagining me instructing you?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Many times.”

“Then let’s makeourfantasies happen.”

Her grin eclipses her face. It hits me like a lightning bolt. I need this woman on top of me, underneath me, against my wall.

But first, it’s toy time.

Chapter Forty

Ruby

He leads me to his bedroom. My chest rises and falls as I suck in deep breaths. It’s a struggle to keep myself calm, especially when I face him and he tracks the way my breasts move with each of my gasps. I can’t stop trembling under the stare of his desire. He’s filled my heart. Right now, I want him and don’t want to consider the repercussions or the future.

“Take your skirt off,” Garett instructs, “slowly and turn around. I adore your bum wriggling around the cookery school, but tonight, I want to savour it.”

I turn away from him and flip the button on the back of my skirt, unzipping it. A mirror stands in front of me.

“This way, I can see every part of you. Now pull it away from your waist and push it down.” I do as he says, enamoured by his reflection. His eyes fix on my body like he wants to consume me.

“That’s right. Bend over. And you can leave your heels on,” he hisses. “You’re going to look like my classy sex goddess when you play with yourself.”

He’s kind and feral, and I need every part of it. I bend slightly, and his growl fills the room. My leather skirt hits the carpet.

“You wore your hold ups today.” Cinnamon fills my lungs. “Turn and face me, baby.”

My breath sticks in my throat. I close my eyes under his inspection as I turn.

“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see what you do to me.”

“Yes, Chef.”

His eyes get impossibly darker. “Fuck. Say that again.”

I lick my lips slowly. “Yes, Chef.”

His eyes fix on mine as he slowly undoes his jeans, and his erection pushes its way out from his zipper. He runs his hand up and down his cock. Wetness gathers in my knickers as he fists himself. “Now undo your blouse, button by button. Don’t take it off until I say.”

My fingers tremble as I follow his orders. Slowly, I reveal inches of skin.

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