He releases my legs and rests his arms on the table, keeping most of his weight off me. “You belong to me too, right?” I ask, feeling a bit insecure. He’s so good at fucking me and always demanding my possession, but do I have his?
He looks into my eyes, and there’s a tenderness that I’ve seen several times now since we’ve met. “Of course. Only you. Only ever you, ma belle.” His mouth comes down on mine, pushing him so deep. He pulls back and out of me. His cock is still hard.
“Let’s get dressed and finish cleaning up so this place can pass an inspection. I’d hate to get you in trouble,” I say.
He’s fixing his clothes, picking up his belt off the floor and answers, “It’s okay. It will be cleaned easily.” He says it like he’s done this before, and my inexperience and jealousy slam deep into my heart.
“Is this a regular thing for you?” I ask as I try to fix my messed-up hair. Thankfully I’m fully dressed before I let that slip out. I’m ready to run because my heart’s too fragile for the answer.
He whips his head around violently, and he’s on me in a second. His hand is in my hair, fisting it as he tugs it back so I can look him in the eyes. “When I say only, I mean only, Marilyn. I’m a decade older than you, but I lost trust in humanity a long time ago. Then you came along, and I forgot all the distrust because I knew you were my other half. My brother even teased me about it. There is no one else.”
“But you’re so…powerful and dominant.”
He chuckles softly. “Sorry, and thanks, baby. When I’m with you, the boss in me comes out and I want to dominate you. If that means that I appear experienced, I’m sorry, but I’m not, baby girl. You’re the only woman I’ve fucked, and the only one I ever will. Now, let’s clean up because I’m not even remotely close to done fucking that hot, sticky cunt tonight. I’m still horny, and I’ve got a pent-up lust to get out of me.”
We’ve just finished the last of the mopping and sterilization of everything. “I think I’m going to order a new table and move this into my condo.”
“Why?”
“Because this is too precious to me. I’ve fucked you on this, and I don’t want others using it.”
“Um, if you get a new one, I’m sure you’ll fuck me on it too if I stay.”
He stalks closer to me. “If you stay?”
“I mean…” His mouth is on me, kissing me hard. I moan, thrusting my hands into his hair and then he presses my ass against the table.
“Um…Mr. Beaumont,” I moan just as the kitchen door swings open. I quickly push him off me to find Sara standing there with her mouth gaping, body slammed against the wall while a reporter with a camera and the dean of my culinary school are marching in and invading our space. “Do you seduce all your employees? Is this how you graduated with perfect marks, Ms. Shaw?” the reporter and his camera guy asks.
“None of you have a reason to be back here. Get the fuck out.” Julien pulls me behind him. “Mon amour, go into my office.”
“Sara, are you well?” I hear George say as I move toward Julien’s office. Where did Julien’s brother come from? Why is Sara still here? I open the door and hide inside, feeling the embarrassment set in immediately.
A minute later, the door flies open and Julien comes rushing in. I can’t hide the tears in my eyes. “Maybe it’s best that I go.”
“The fuck it is. Nothing changes, Marilyn. Nothing. I made that damn clear from the start.”