Page 43 of Sinfully Shameless Chef

Kissing my way up her inner thigh, I reach to the plate on the counter beside her and drag the fork through the béarnaise sauce. Until I tasted Izzy’s cunt, I thought this was the single greatest thing I ever had on my tongue. The opportunity to have them both is too good to pass up. An added bonus—it’s going to drive her mad.

I dribble the delectable sauce over her thighs, as close to her pussy as I dare get.

She jerks, and her eyes fly open and find mine. “Wh-what are you doing?”

My gaze locked on hers, I slowly lower my head and draw my tongue across the deliciousness on her seductively soft skin.

“Oh, God.” She drops her head back again and rolls her hips up against me.

Having my tongue so close to where she wants it must be pretty uncomfortable.

Good.

Because right now, I don't even care how much my dick is throbbing or how badly I want to drive into her. Torturing her is so much more fun. Knowing I’m bringing her to the brink of madness by not giving her what she wants.

I lick my way up and down her thigh, then move over to the other one to repeat the process, allowing my hand to glide over the wet flesh my tongue just occupied. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pushes at my head, urging me, begging me for something that I'm unwilling to give her at this moment. The release she wants so badly.

The same thing I want. Only I plan to be buried inside her when that happens. I want to feel her cunt tightening around my cock. Want to relish the feeling of her body letting go as I empty myself inside her.

And by the time I remove the last of the sauce and move up to her center, I’m more than ready. I glide my tongue, still dancing with the glorious flavors I created over her wet lips again, and probe inside her. The combination almost makes me come before I even get started.

If the tiny bit of heat from the habanero in the sauce that lingers on my tongue hurts her, she certainly doesn’t show it. She digs her nails into the back of my head and shifts her hips, trying to bring me to her clit to gain her release. I chuckle against her and finally relent, licking and nipping my way up until I suck it between my lips.

“Oh, fuck!”

Swirling my tongue over her most sensitive place, I press two fingers inside her welcoming heat. She clenches around them almost instantly, and I curl them to find her G-spot. Each pump of my fingers and flick of my tongue coils her tighter. Her rolling hips get almost wild.

She's going to come soon, and when she does, something tells me it will be life-altering for both of us.

Her body stills, and she sucks in an awkward breath. If I were a gentleman, this is where I would let her come. I would let her release fill my mouth and coat my tongue the same way the béarnaise did. And God knows, with as good as she tastes, I want that, too.

But I want inside her more. And bringing her this close to orgasm, leaving her dangling over the edge, is going to teach her a lesson—that I always win.

11

JAMESON

When I drag my head away from between her legs, Izzy gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine. “What are you—”

I shove my pants down my thighs, letting my dick spring free between us and taking it in my hand. “I want to fuck you, Izzy.” Stroking myself slowly, I drag the thumb of my free hand up the sensitive flesh between her thighs, making her entire body shudder. “I want my cock buried deep inside you when you come. So deep I get lost inside you.”

Because that’s what this feels like. Being lost and being found at the same time. Losing all the bullshit. Letting it float away on a cloud of lust. Finding a release and moment in time to share one thing we both need.

She shudders, raising her hips in offering.

I lean in to brush my lips across hers. “I want to feel your entire body contract and your pussy clamp down on me like a fucking vise when you come.” I dart my tongue out across my lips, the taste of her cunt still there. “As incredible as you taste, I want that more tonight. I have every intention to make you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

It can’t be any clearer. I’ve made my intentions known.

I drag the head of my cock through her soaked pussy, and she groans and clings her arms around my neck.

“But one thing I don't have is a condom.”

Izzy stills and meets my concerned gaze. “I've had the shot. And it's been…” She glances away, almost like she's embarrassed, before returning her eyes to meet mine. “A long time since I've been with anyone, and I've been tested for everything under the sun. I’m good.”

How the hell has it been a long time since she's been with anyone?

Men must be climbing over themselves to be with a woman like Izzy. She's beautiful, talented, and clearly driven to succeed. There's nothing sexier than that combination.

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