Page 62 of Go Cook Yourself

Ruby

I wait as Garett instructed me, but he’s not saying anything. He’s staring into my eyes. It’s hard to see their colour as the eerie glow from the white snow outside fills the room. After hearing everything he’d wanted to do with me since we met—me, the woman ditched by her boyfriend for her business partner and told she wasn’t sexy anymore—my body fires for him.

I bite my lip, but suddenly, he replaces it with his thumb.

It teeters on the edge of my mouth.

I want to suck it.

I want to suck his cock more. It’s pressing against me even in this sea of blankets I regret insisting on. Who says sausage roll when they’re looking at the man they want to have inside them?

“Ruby,” he finally says, “are you sure you can do no-strings sex?”

I nod because, with the arousal coursing through my body, I’m not sure I can do anything else.

“Use your words.”

“I can do no-strings,” I croak. “I want you, Garett. I don’t care if it’s just for one night. Ineedyou. You turn me on more than anyone has, and if I don’t have you inside me in the next five minutes, then I’m going to explode.”

“Then I best call the fire brigade because the things I want to do with you aren’t going to include me inside you for at least an hour.”

Aren’t?

I can’t help but giggle from the cheesiness, but then he flicks on the fairy lights and gives me theI’m about to devour every part of youlook.I’m the fireball that will ignite every inch of skin, and you won’t survive it.I’m drowning in that look.

We clumsily unwrap ourselves from the blankets. There’s giggling and awkwardness, but then I’m underneath him. His hands slide onto the sides of my head. The hairs on his chest tickle my skin.

“It’s a shame you took off the hold ups. I wanted to see you in them properly before I ripped them off you.”

I go to move. “I can—”

But his growl freezes me to the bed. It’s a primal growl that makes me feel owned and worshipped. Garett is an animal coming out of his cage because he wants me.

His mouth presses against my neck as he pins my wrists above my head. A throaty moan leaves my lips.

“Anytime you want to stop or you want me to do something different, you tell me, Ruby.” His voice is so deep, and my body throbs with need for him. “Promise me, Rubes.”

“I promise,” I gasp.

“Good girl,” he grunts, and my body quivers beneath it. “Oh, you like that, do you? You like being my good girl.”

I whimper.

Garett kisses me hard on the mouth, and I forget all my typical smart-arsed responses. I wasn’t expecting to be in bed with this cooking sex god. He’s barely touched me, and already, my body sears for him.

“Maybe save up those whimpers because I’d hate it if you lost your voice. I’m only just getting started.”

His voice is gravelly. I knew this man of pure sex was under the guise of a chef all this time, but he still takes me by surprise. His kisses rain down on my skin as he rubs my pussy through my knickers with the palm of his hand.

I’m grinding against his casual touch.

When I said no-strings sex, I thought it would be a quick bang that would remove the tension, and then we’d be sorted. But this is like a masterclass in sexual prowess. I thought his cooking was good, but he should teach this instead.

“Hmmmm, you’re already wet for me, Ruby.” He slides his fingers into my knickers briefly before holding them up to his lips. Our stares are locked on each other as he opens his mouth and presses his glistening fingers between his lips and sucks hard. I nearly come right there. “So fucking good.”

I buck against him, and he chuckles a laugh that rumbles against my body. “Not yet. I’ve got so much I want to do.”

His other fingers dance across the flowers on my bra. “You showed me this bra when I was trying to teach. You teased me with it, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off you.”

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