Page 25 of Possessive Greek Chef

“Me? Why?”

“I guess I should have had the new sign put up so you would understand. You’re not standing in Bedros or Adimos or even Andromeda Two. You’re standing in Arias. This is your restaurant. Congratulations, head chef,” he smiles.

“You’re kidding! I can’t be ready for that kind of responsibility, can I?”

“I believe you are. I’m investing in you because I believe in you.”

I leap into his arms and plant my lips on his, “I can’t believe this. Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover something like this.”

“Well, let’s sit down to this delicious dinner I’ve prepared. We’ll have some wine and then, maybe I’ll think of a way that you can make it up to me.”

He slides my chair out for me. I sit down and watch as he lifts the lid off the tray, showing me the beef Wellington meal he’s prepared.

“I thought it was fitting since it was the first thing we prepared together in my kitchen the night that we met.”

“You make a delicious Wellington,” I smile.

He pours the wine and raises his glass, “A toast to Aria and Arias. I know that you’ll make this place a success.”

“It’s just so overwhelming. There’s so much to consider. The décor, the staff, the grand opening… I hope you don’t have any false expectations of me. I’ve never run a restaurant let alone started one from the ground up.”

“No, baby. All I want you to worry about for now is the décor. I’ll teach you everything that you need to know. This will be our project, and when it’s a smashing success, maybe we’ll move on to another and another. This is a step in our ongoing evolution.”

“Then, here’s to us,” I say, raising my glass for a second toast.

We finish our meal and the entire bottle of wine, which may have helped with settling my nerves but left me completely incapable of returning to work.

“Now that we’ve eaten, would you like to dance?” Atticus holds his hand out and helps me out of my chair. He uses the remote control to turn on the sound system and takes me in his arms. I place my head on his chest and breathe in the scent of him as we sway to the music. This is the first time we’ve ever danced.

“Remember when I said that I would think of a way for you to thank me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how you’re going to take this but the last thing that I told Bedros was that you and I were going to make love on his desk when I bought his restaurant. I figure it’s kind of a ceremonial thing. Then, later on, we can take the thing outside and burn it.”

I’m a little shocked by his proposition, but the idea of him wanting to take revenge in this way feels naughty and exciting.

“So?” he asks, driving me toward the office door while I contemplate my reply.

“In there?” I tease, pointing toward the door.

He nibbles on my ear and whispers, “Yes, in there. I’m going to strip you down and do lots of naughty things to you in there.”

We step through the doorway to the office, and he wastes no time removing my blouse and bra. He licks my hard nipples and says, “I love these tits,” as I lift his shirt over his head. He pulls my pants off and helps me climb from the office to the top of the desk.

I’m a little tipsy and feel a bit strange standing in the center of the large, wooden desk but Atticus quickly lies down beneath me and guides me down onto his face. The first touch of his tongue evokes a wild passion in me, and I bend down and take his cock between my lips. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer burying his tongue inside me as I lick and suck his long shaft.

It’s my first time in this position, and it’s driving me completely wild. We bring each other to the edge of orgasm and Atticus lifts me off of his face.

“Spin around and climb on my cock,” he commands me.

I straddle his waist and he pulls me down until I can feel his erection in the pit of my stomach. He holds me still and takes me in slow, steady strokes. I close my eyes and feel my skin react to the touch of his big hands. It’s a full-body tingling sensation that causes my head to swim.

He already knows my body so well and knows exactly how to take me over the edge. He puts his hands on my breast and my heart beats faster. I know he’s ready to come and I clench my muscles around him in preparation for my own release. He bucks like a wild animal when he feels my muscles spasm around him.

Spent and shaking, I collapse on his chest and he makes tiny circles on my back with his fingers. I don’t care where we are. Being in his arms is my comfort zone, my happy place where all of my cares disappear.

We get up to dress and Atticus holds my bra over his head. I laugh and jump up and down in a failed attempt to retrieve it. “You know I can’t reach,” I whine playfully.

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