Page 66 of Sinfully Shameless Chef

Wait. What?

I drop my pen onto the counter. “What does that even mean—”

His lips descending on mine steal my words before I can voice them. I groan and sag against him, everything else forgotten for a tiny moment in time. Even though I have no fucking idea what’s going on, I let him lead me down the same road that got us into this position in the first place.

Soft and demanding at the same time, the kiss asks a question and demands an answer, though I’m not sure what either is.

He drags his head away and captures my face between his palms. His warm amber eyes ripple with need and another emotion I haven’t seen there before, one I can’t quite identify. “You are most definitely going to be a problem for me.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Come to my place tonight.”

It isn't really a question. More of a statement. Almost a command.

I never wanted Jameson to have control over me, but with his body pressed against mine, my lips tingling from his kiss, his scent enveloping every breath I take, I'm helpless to resist him.

“Yes.”

16

JAMESON

The yes that fell from Isabella’s kiss-swollen lips had to have been the single sweetest word I've ever heard in my entire life. I hadn't even realized how badly I needed to hear it, to have that confirmation that what I’ve been feeling isn’t all one-sided. That I’m not completely insane like I’ve been thinking was a true possibility.

After spending the day stewing about what Grant said about her, I found myself drawn to her place despite all the reasons to stay away. Maybe to prove to myself that I was right about her and he was wrong. Maybe to convince myself I could look at her and not care. Or maybe just because I can’t get her out of my head.

I never thought I had an addictive personality. I’ve never done drugs or drank heavily. I've never been the type to get obsessed with things or people—other than putting everything I have into cooking and being the best of the best—especially things that could be very bad for me.

But Isabella is quickly becoming a major weakness. An unexpected fork on what I thought was a pretty straight road to achieving what I’ve worked my entire life for.

She'll walk in my door in mere seconds, and the drive back to my place alone gave me plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to reconsider what we’re about to do and end it. Go back to how things were before we ever touched each other with anything other than disdain.

It would make things a lot easier—professionally and personally, especially with Grant. If he finds out, it could be the end of this partnership and my chance at success, but I can’t bring myself to care when the tentative knock on the door makes my heart leap into my throat.

She came.

If she is second-guessing this in any way, it didn’t stop her. She could have changed course at any point on the way here, driven home, and given me the ultimate fuck you by leaving me here hard and waiting. But nothing stopped her, just like my reservations about whether this is a good idea or not don't stop me from yanking open the door and dragging her inside to devour her soft lips.

So fucking sweet…

She moans into my mouth, looping her arms around my neck and pushing her hips forward to rub against my hardening cock.

Hell, who am I kidding?

The truth is, I've been rock hard since the moment I walked into her kitchen, and it made for a very uncomfortable drive. Maybe I should've jerked off before she got here. Given myself a little bit of relief and ensured that I could go all night with her. But it seems that when it comes to Isabella, I want all my pleasure from her body. From her soft hands and this mouth that I can’t bear to pull away from. From the tongue tangling with mine…

Fuck.

My dick aches to be inside her, to be cocooned in her hot cunt, feeling her come apart in my arms and screaming my name. Almost as if in answer to my silent prayer, she reaches down with one hand and rubs against me. I grunt into her mouth and thrust my hips into her hand, backing her against the door she just came through.

I drag my mouth from hers, and her tongue darts out across her lips like the taste there is something she can't get enough of.

God, that’s hot.

Placing one hand against the door to the side of her head, I capture her face in my other palm; the pain that’s been plaguing me all day suddenly eases with the rush of hormones and determination flooding my body. “I wanted you here so I could have you all night. So I could do every depraved thing I have fantasized about over and over again without any threat of interruption. But Christ, Izzy, the bedroom seems so far away right now.”

She squeezes my cock harder and nods. “It sure does.” Her words come out breathless and full of the same need I feel building inside me. “I feel like I've been waiting a long time to see what you taste like, Jameson. And I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Oh, fuck…”

Isabella slides down the door to her knees on the hardwood floor and deftly unbuttons and unzips to free me from the confines of my jeans. The brief moment of relief quickly becomes another form of sweet agony when she takes me in her hand and squeezes. I release a groan, burying my fingers into her hair as she leans forward and lets out a hot breath across my most sensitive flesh.

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