Page 21 of Chef's Kiss

And then she stills and I pull my head back, looking at her, taking in the sight of what I just did to her. The perfect way she’s laid out, spent, yet ready for the real thing…my cock buried inside her.

Every possessive bone in me fires, ready to get to work claiming her for real now, making her mine. The sight of her after the fresh feast I just enjoyed, her post-coital high dominating every inch of her body, causes me to swell with pride.

“Carry me to the bedroom. I need more,” she commands.

I smirk, bend forward and scoop her up in my arms.

I wasn’t going to spend another second without her claimed as mine.

I walk to the bedroom and kick the door open with my foot, tossing her on her back.

“Clothes off. Pussy open,” I demand, as I make quick work of my own clothes.

She undresses in a flurry and I move closer, seeing just how red her skin is between her legs. I run a hand over the back of my neck, looking down at my cock which is already pulsing, the tip covered in precome ready to fill her with seed.

I move in closer and her body instinctively pulls back. That’s right, woman, I’m a predator on the hunt…and the only thing in my sights is you.

I grab her by the thighs and flip her over onto her stomach just before I sit down on the bed. Then I grab her body, jerking her lightness back toward me so her ass hovers just over my thighs.

My hand raises high and she turns back to look at me.

“Are you going to—?”

But before she can finish my palm cracks down on her ass causing her head to lurch forward as she bites her bottom lip. “Ummm hmmm,” she moans as my cock presses up into her belly.

“Good grief, you’re owning every part of me, and in all ways,” she says in-between attempts to breath.

“I already own you, just like you own me.” Hearing my own words damn near has me drunk just on the sound.

“I’m yours,” she confesses.

“And this is mine,” I say, kneading her cheeks like it’s the finest dough on the planet. “I want to fuck your amazing ass so badly, but not tonight. Not our first night.”

She meant more to me than anything on this planet. My daytime Emmy winning show. My fans. The money. The best food in the world. None of it mattered as much as her. Because with her my life was about to start anew. And now, with her and her alone, I had someone to share all my success with. To look into her eyes, to feel her smile and her exuberance, and be reminded of how truly lucky and blessed I really am. But the biggest blessing on planet earth is her, as mine, every day for the rest of our lives. Together.

CHAPTER 13

Charlotte

I know Christian is close. I can feel it from the way his cock is throbbing against my stomach from below like a jackhammer. He looked like a man possessed, like he’d been locked up in prison for two decades and just got released. I was sure he was going to snap, and I wanted it to happen one place and one place only.

Inside me.

I watch as his thick, tattooed forearm rises again before his hand comes down and finds my other ass cheek, causing my back to flatten out and my mouth to open…but no sound comes out. It’s the ultimate in pleasure mixed with pain, but I know that will soon be eclipsed by the feeling of his cock opening me wide, stretching me as I struggle to take him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says in an absolutely guttural tone.

“Neither can I.”

Immediately he flips me back onto the bed like I’m nothing, like I’m a ragdoll in the mouth of a pit bull, and dammit if that’s not close to the way things really are.

He slides into position, fisting his cock as I try to swallow, but come up empty when I take in the sight of his erection. It was a very real possibility that he wasn’t going to fit inside me. He was too long, too thick, and just too…everything. The big vein on his dick was throbbing, pumping blood to his member but to me it was almost like a beacon in the night, calling out for my cunt. And my pussy would fit him, always, no matter how painful the first time might be.

We were meant for each other in every way, as we’d already shown when it came to our passion for cooking and our love for life when we’re in the kitchen. And now it was time to prove we were meant for each other in the ultimate expression of connection.

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