Page 77 of Made to Love Ya

“I just love you so much that I didn’t want to lose you, and I was worried that’s exactly what would happen. And yet, I almost lost you anyway.”

A knock sounded at the door, and though Izael’s gaze remained on me, he called out, “Come in.” The door swung open, but my attention was still on my man, who was saying, “I thought you might want to pay your compliments to the chef.”

I turned to do just that when my mouth fell open, and I screamed at the sight of the man who stood in the doorway with his hands crossed in front of me. I jumped up and ran to the small-framed man with a big heart, bold personality, and a flair for the dramatic in the kitchen.

“Oh, my goodness! What are you doing here?” I shrieked as we squeezed each other tightly.

His pale blue eyes crinkled at the corner as I pulled back and stared at him.

“I came to prepare a meal for my beautiful friend and the best sous chef in the USA.”

“You came all the way to Cherokee Springs for little old me, Chef Caesar?” I asked, pressing my hand against my chest. I was as pleased as punch.

“I did, and to review the current practices and re-train the chef here at River & 3rd,” he stated.

“Are you serious?” I asked in shock as I looked back and forth between him and Izael.

He nodded with a smile and then replied with a wink. “You know I never play about these things.”

I turned back to Izael. “Really, babe?”

“My aunt deserves the best, Talia. And if I plan to bring you here in the future, I want it to be deserving of you. I know that you trained under the best. I have no problem getting my shit together when I’m slacking. I just needed to know exactly where and how I was slacking. So, I made a phone call and asked for some advice and assistance. He has agreed to be here for the next two weeks to help us turn things around,” Izael stated.

“Oh, my goodness. This is going to bethebest restaurant in Cherokee Springs!” I exclaimed and clapped my hands with laughter.

“Good. As long as you approve,” Izael stated and stood to walk to me.

“I will let you two get at it. I have a kitchen to clean,” Chef Caesar stated.

“I’ll be back to visit,” I remarked.

“And I hope to help with a meal or two,” Chef Caesar replied with a wink.

“You bet your sweet ass I will,” I stated.

He laughed and closed the door behind him.

“Izael, I’m so proud of you!” I exclaimed and threw my arms around his neck.

“Does that mean that I earned the right to take you home with me tonight?”

“You damn sure did.” I confirmed my agreement with my lips pressed against his.

Our kiss was sweet but long and passionate as Izael worked his way further into my heart as if that were possible. His hands gripped my ass, and he squeezed.

When we finally pulled back for air, he looked down at me and declared, “I love you, Talia. I love everything about you, from your flat ass to your sassy attitude.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I love you too. Now, would you please take me home and fuck the shit out of me? I’m horny as hell.”

“I can start with the appetizer now and finish the entrée at home.”

“You do that,” I replied in a voice dripping with honey and sensuality as he lowered to his knees and lifted my leg over his shoulder.

“Aww damn, girl.”

Izael realized that I hadn’t been wearing panties underneath my dress, and he rewarded me with one long swipe of his tongue through my parted flesh. I rocked forward, allowing him to get a sugar high from my sweet nectar.

IZAEL

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