“Do you like what I can do with my tongue, Sterling?” He lowered, bringing himself eye level with the heaven he knew waited for him. Not stopping for her answer, he put his hands to work and undid the top button on her pants. Her stomach jumped with every slow release of the teeth of her zipper.
He slid her pants down, taking with them her sensible cotton thong, revealing creamy, soft thighs he couldn’t wait to feel gripping the sides of his face. When her pants hit the floor, he straightened, letting his body glide against hers while he pulled his own shirt over his head. He loved the feel, the heat, of her nakedness against him.
He pushed aside the dessert plates—one fell over the edge into the sink with a clatter. She jumped when he grabbed her bottom and lifted, placing her on the cool granite. Making a circle with his finger, he motioned for her to spread across the length of the breakfast bar.
Her body and face gave away her nervousness; she shook with every slight movement and refused to make eye contact.
Jack moved to the end of the counter and grabbed her feet. Her toenails were a perfect pink, her skin as soft as satin. He snaked his hands up her calves to her knees, where he spread her legs open, revealing her tender flesh.
She leaned back, resting her hands palm-down behind her on the counter. Her breasts jutted out, tiny smears of chocolate still covering her skin.
He moved up, his thumbs sliding across the inside of her thighs, but he bypassed her center. Taking her hips, he dragged her forward until her bottom rested just at the edge of the counter. His tongue licked at her breasts, then he captured her lips.
Something took over when Sterling was around. Something animalistic. Primal.
“Jack?” Her voice shook, just like her body. “I can’t lose this job.”
He tensed. Putting her in this position wasn’t being the better man.
Letting out as much sexual frustration as he could, he exhaled deeply. He may want her in the most physical way possible, but not if she wasn’t one hundred percent on board.
“You’re beautiful.” Jack nipped at her lips, slow, lazy kisses. “And I want you. So very badly.” He cupped her face. “But you have to know that this is completely separate from the job I’ve hired you to do.”
A soft smile appeared on her face. “Are you giving me permission to sleep with the boss?”
“You have my full permission.” He slipped his hand between her legs. He wasn’t surprised when he found her hot and slick. “Mmm…just the way I like you. Ready.”
“Jack?” She bit her bottom lip. Desire burned in her eyes but her face expressed her hesitancy.
He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You’re always ready for me, Sterling.” Placing openmouthed kisses along her jaw, he moved toward her neck, locating the spot just below her ear, and bit down.
Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her neck.
“Our arrangement is about having fun. Doing things that excite you.”
His fingers moved inside her folds, rubbing her tender flesh. When his other hand rubbed at her clit, she shuddered.
“Does this excite you, Sterling?”
“Yes.” A long, low moan escaped from her throat. “God, yes.”
She stumbled back, her hands skidding against the granite, but she let herself fall away, opening her legs wider and raising her hands above her head, luxuriating in his touch.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against the soft skin of her stomach.
Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out the condom he had planted for this exact purpose. She whimpered when he pulled his hands away to put it on. But never ceasing to amaze him, Sterling picked up where he left off, and brought her hand between her legs.
“Hurry, Jack. I need you.”
He unzipped his pants and fumbled with the wrapper, but regrouped quickly. When he was sheathed, he positioned himself at her center.
She stroked his cock a few times before placing the tip at her opening to guide him inside, slowly, ever so gently, until he was buried to the hilt.
Never in his life had he thought he’d find something that brought him as much pleasure as cooking, but here it was. Here she was.
He moved inside her, picking up speed with every stroke. His hands latched on to her hips as he thrust. Sterling’s hands found her nipples, tugging at the stiff peaks.
“Faster,” she pleaded. “Harder.”