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  “Stay there.”

  I began finishing off what she’d started with the squash before popping it in a bowl and selecting the right spices along with olive oil.

  “I can help,” she protested after a long minute.

  “Just watch and learn.”

  As I finished preparing the squash, I told her what I was using. She listened, her eyes intent on what I was doing. I grabbed a tin of chickpeas out of the cupboard, opened it before draining them. I dumped them into the bowl with the squash, making sure to get everything thoroughly coated.

  “Tinned?” she asked.

  I grinned.

  “They work just fine for something like this. Dry would take too long to soak.”

  She nodded slowly as I scattered the squash and chickpeas across a baking tray. Once I’d popped it in the oven which I’d left to heat up before she arrived, I started on prepping the leaves and kale to go with it.

  “I never normally want to cook after a long shift,” she said, dragging her fingers across the counter.

  “No? It can be relaxing. Less pressured than the kitchen.”

  She shrugged.

  “I used to, but for the past month it’s just been me on my own so it’s not the same.”

  I eyed her, wondering what that meant. She stiffened as if realising what she’d admitted.

  “No, I suppose cooking just for yourself isn’t like quite the same.”

  Her face coloured again.

  “Can I tell you something kind of embarrassing?”

  “Embarrassing for who?”

  I turned around and opened a cupboard, grabbing one of my large salad bowls.

  “For me.”

  Bringing the bowl back to where she was sitting, I set it down and put the leaves and kale in it. Then I started on the dressing, wanting to make sure I got this right for her. I didn’t have to impress Riley, but I hadn’t exactly cooked for a woman in a long time. Work had been my life for longer than I cared to remember. Mostly if I wanted sex, I texted this girl, Carly, who was kind of my fuck buddy. I hadn’t called her since before Riley came to work for me so it’d been four months since I’d last slept with anyone.

  That wasn’t what this thing with Riley was about. Yes, I desperately wanted to slide my cock inside her because she was fucking hot. It was more than just that though. The rare times she smiled, it made my heart lurch in my chest.

  “You can tell me anything.”

  I brushed the back of my hand along her thigh, wanting to reassure her.

  “This won’t change anything at work, will it?”

  “No matter what happens tonight, you still have a job. I hired you because you’re talented.”

  She smiled but didn’t meet my eyes.

  “My boyfriend broke up with me a month ago. We’d been together for four years. Things hadn’t been good in a long time, but the final straw was…” she faltered, biting down on her lip as if to stop herself saying more.

  I stopped what I was doing and put a hand on her thigh. It hadn’t occurred to me Riley might be in a relationship at any point. She certainly hadn’t acted like she was, but then again, I knew very little about her on a personal level.

  “It was what?”

  “You,” she whispered.

  That made my eyebrows shoot up.

  Me? What did I have to do with her relationship?

  Her eyes fixed on my hand and her breathing got a little unsteady.

  “Not in the way you might be thinking,” she continued, her voice louder. “I got obsessed with the idea of working under you because I saw how passionate you are about food and well, this place is amazing. It’s all I’d talk about. I knew it grated on him but being a chef has been my dream for as long as I can remember.”

  She let out a long breath. I stepped closer, my hip brushing across her knee as my hand left her thigh.

  “Applying here was a long shot when the opportunity came up, but then you gave me the job and honestly, it made my entire year. I love working here so much. When I continued to go on about how great you were and how much I was learning, he accused me of idolising you. The arguments started… and it got worse.”

  The thought of Riley seeing me that way made me wary of taking this further, but I couldn’t help it. Before I could stop myself, I pressed both her thighs open and stepped between her legs.

  “He told me I was being delusional if I ever thought you’d see me as anything but an employee after saying it was obvious I wanted you to be more than just my boss. Then he told me it was over and moved out three days later.”

  I tucked two fingers under her chin and forced her face up towards me. Her hazel eyes were hesitant as they met mine.

  “Is that true?” I asked, sliding my other hand up her thigh. “Do you want me to be more than just your boss? Do you want me to touch you like this?” My hand met the apex of her thighs. “Do you want me to push you down on the counter and give you what you’ve been craving?”

  Her eyes darkened and her bottom lip trembled. I leant towards her, stopping inches away from her face.

  “Answer me, Riley.”

  “Yes, Lucien,” she whispered. “I want all those things. I want you.”

  Well fuck.

  It was only the sound of the timer going off which stopped me from kissing her right then. From peeling her clothes off, shoving her down and fucking her without a single care for how much it would change everything between us.

  I reluctantly pulled away and walked over to the oven. Using a glove, I pulled out the baking tray, leaving it resting on top of the stove to cool down a little. I didn’t turn around to look at her, not trusting myself to keep my distance. My cock throbbed, desperately seeking a release. Needing to be buried in her hot, wet pussy.

  “Do… Do you want those things too?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.

  “Are you asking if I want you?”

  “I guess so.”

  I held back a smile. She really had no idea how much I’d thought about what it’d be like to have her splayed out for me. How I’d been fixated on her since the first day she’d walked into my restaurant for an interview.

  “You know what I’m thinking about right now?”

  “No.”

  “What you’d look like laid out across the island, naked and waiting for me to fuck you harder and deeper than you’ve ever had before. Does that answer your question?”

  She choked, forcing me to turn around a look at her. Her eyes fell on my crotch and the unmistakable bulge in my jogging bottoms I’d changed into after I’d left the kitchen when service was over for the evening.

  “You want to… fuck me?”

  “I want much more than that, but right now, yes, I want to fuck you.” I took a step towards her. “I want to strip you bare and have you on every surface of my kitchen because I haven’t been able to get the thought of it out of my head for months.”

  She swallowed, her eyes widening as if she realised the implications of my words.

  “But first… I’m going to finish this and we’re going to eat.”

  Riley was silent as I continued making the dressing and grabbed feta out of the fridge. Assembling all the ingredients in the bowl, I dressed the salad and crumbled feta on top. Grabbing two forks from the drawer, I handed one to her.

  “No plates?”

  I shook my head.

  “Just try it and tell me what you think?”

  She did as I said, making appreciative noises as she chewed.

  “Oh, this is so good. I can taste the slight hit of cayenne and cumin.”

  I smiled. It pleased me she liked it. I hopped up on the counter next to her and tucked in myself. We didn’t say much whilst we finished off the bowl. She asked me further questions about the different flavours and why they worked so well with each other. Her curiosity made me realise how much Riley wanted to succeed in this industry. She wanted to learn and improve her skil
ls.

  “I could give you lessons, you know, after hours,” I told her as I cleaned up the kitchen when we’d finished.

  “You’d do that?”

  “Mmmhmm, if you want.”

  I turned to see the brightest smile I’d ever been graced with on her face.

  “I’d love that. So, so, so much. Thank you.”

  I didn’t think Riley knew how beautiful she was. I licked my bottom lip, dumping the tea towel down on the counter and striding towards her. This stalling had gone on for too long. I pressed myself between her legs, curled a hand into her hair and tipped her face up towards mine with my other one. Her eyes widened and darkened. I caught desire flicking in them before my mouth descended on hers.

  And I was fucking lost.

  Chapter Three

  Riley

  Lucien was kissing me. My boss was actually kissing me. His tongue pressed against my lips, demanding I give into him. I relented, unable to help myself. His tongue curled around mine and caused fireworks to go off in my chest. I slid my hands over his stomach, feeling the hard muscle of his abs. My fantasies about Lucien did not match up to reality. Having him kiss me like this couldn’t compare. I needed more. More of Lucien. More of this feeling. This rush.

  His hands moved from my hair and skimmed over my sides, scorching my skin. I couldn’t help moaning in his mouth as his hands found their way under my t-shirt. He tugged me closer until my body was flush with his.

  “I want to treat you right,” he murmured against my mouth before his hands left my stomach and curled around my behind.

  He picked me up off the counter and set me down on the floor. Lucien was so much taller than me. I had to crane my head up to look at him. He stepped back, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen and through a door at the far end of the room. Leaving me by the door, he walked towards his bed and flipped on one of the lamps on the bedside tables.

  “Come here.”

  I took slow steps towards him, nerves prickling my skin. Lucien said he wanted to sleep with me. Would we have sex in his bed? Is that what he meant by treating me right? Too many questions whirled around my brain.

  “I can almost hear you thinking.”

  I stared up at him.

  “I’m just nervous.”

  That wasn’t far from the truth. Beck had been my first and only sexual partner. What if my lack of experience put Lucien off? What if he decided I wasn’t worth it any longer?

  He pulled me closer, his hands running down my back.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  His eyes were soft. I’d never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at me.

  “Disappointing you.”

  Why did I just admit that?

  “That won’t happen.”

  He sounded so confident about it. Like the possibility I could ever disappoint him never crossed his mind. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. His lips met mine and I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers brushing over the soft hair at the back of his head where it was cut close to his scalp.

  I felt so small against him as his fingers delved under my t-shirt again. This time he tugged it upwards, pulling back so he could take it off me. My face felt hot as he stared at my chest covered by my sports bra. It was more comfortable to work in. My breasts were on the small side. Made me wonder if they were enough for him.

  Stop overthinking everything!

  Lucien’s eyes darkened as he removed my sports bra. He barely stopped to take a breath before leaning forward and capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, his hand covering my other breast. I moaned, feeling his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into his shoulder as his ministrations sent waves of pleasure rushing straight to my core.

  “Lucien,” I cried out when he bit down.

  He gave the same attention to my other breast. My hips ground against him as I tried to find the friction I needed to relieve the ache between my legs. He pulled back, staring at me with lust-filled eyes like he was drunk off touching me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, almost desperate to see what lay beneath his t-shirt. Feeling brave, I ran my hands down his chest and curled my fingers around the bottom of the fabric. His smile turned wicked. I pulled his t-shirt off him. My mouth watered as I stared at his beautifully toned physique.

  “Do you work out?”

  I almost slapped my hand over my mouth, having not meant to say those words out loud. His resulting grin was electrifying.

  “Something like that.”

  “When? I swear you’re always working.”

  He shook his head a little, running his fingers down my side which only made me arch into his touch.

  “I do take days off.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “But you always seem to be here when I am…” I trailed off, realising what I’d said because his eyes darkened.

  Did Lucien fix the rotas so I was always on shift with him? What did that even mean? My brain whirled, making it hard to concentrate on the half-naked man I was currently in the lap of.

  “How long have you liked me liked me?” I whispered.

  He tugged me closer, running his nose along mine.

  “We’re not discussing that right now.”

  His lips caught mine before I had a chance to formulate a response. His kiss was hungrier this time. Fingers tangled in my hair, preventing me from going anywhere. As if I’d want to when I had the man I’d fantasised about for months was between my legs. Except he wasn’t between them in the way I wanted quite yet. His other hand fell to my hip, encouraging me to rock back and forth on his cock.

  “Riley,” he groaned. “I need inside you.”

  Heat flooded me at his words. The need in his voice made me shiver. Beck never sounded as desperate as Lucien did for me. To be honest, sex between us hadn’t exactly been exciting. I felt more alive from Lucien’s simple touch than I ever had in the four years I’d been with my ex.

  He moved so suddenly, gripping my hips and flipping me over so my back hit the mattress before he knelt down and untied my Converse. He slipped my trainers off, followed by my socks and then his hands were at my jeans, tugging open the buttons and pulling them off me. His smile when he looked at me had my body lighting up. Heat licked my skin from his gaze.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my boy shorts. Not exactly the sexiest of underwear, but I wasn’t one for tiny scraps of lace at work.

  I didn’t stop him pulling them down my legs and leaving me bare, fighting the urge to cover my body with my hands. My boss had me naked in his bed. This wasn’t how I expected my evening to go when I arrived at work earlier.

  He encouraged me to move further up on the bed as he crawled onto it. I heard the sound of his flip flops hitting the floor as he kicked them off. His hands were at his own clothes, tugging them down and throwing them off the end of the bed. My eyes roamed down the length of him above me, swallowing as I took in his hard cock resting against his stomach. He was thicker and longer than Beck which made me a little nervous.

  He pried my legs open and settled himself between them, not quite touching me.

  “Lucien, I…”

  He cocked his head to the side, lust-filled eyes flooding with concern.

  “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

  The fact he even asked that made my heart beat faster. He had me naked and ready, but he’d be willing to stop if I didn’t want this.

  “No… It’s just I haven’t done this in a while and I haven’t been with anyone else except…”

  Understanding flooded his features. He cupped one of my cheeks with his big hand, making me feel so small all over again. It wasn’t a bad feeling. Despite his size, he made me feel safe and… wanted.

  I knew Lucien was eight years older than me. Him being thirty never bothered me. He was the most attractive man I’d eve
r laid eyes on. His beard tickled my face when we kissed, but I liked the sensation of it against my skin. Everything about him drew me in and made me eager to please.

  “I’ll be gentle.”

  He leant down and kissed my forehead before he reached over to the bedside table and tugged open the drawer. Sitting up, he ripped open the foil and rolled on the condom, tossing away the packet. Then he was back on top of me, spreading my legs wider and running the length of himself over my pussy. It throbbed in response, desperately wanting to feel his cock.

  I wrapped my hands around his back, feeling the hard muscle flex under my fingertips. He continued to grind against me, leaning down to kiss me. The friction drove me crazy, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me. Wanted to be impaled on his length and have him take my breath away.

  “Please,” I moaned against his lips. “Please.”

  He pulled back slightly, his blue-grey eyes meeting mine and his mouth curling up into a smirk.

  “You want my cock, Riley?”

  “Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

  He leant down again, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear.

  “Does the thought of your boss’s cock pounding your tight little pussy turn you on?” he whispered as he ground against me again.

  “Yes,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his back.

  “Tell me, did you touch yourself to thoughts of me fucking you?”

  I ground back against him, the friction of his cock rubbing against my clit sending heat licking up my spine.

  “I did.”

  “Even when you were with your ex? Did you think about how hard I’d fuck you? How I’d make you scream.”

  His words had me spiralling. They made me want to spill everything to him. About how much the thought of not being able to touch him tormented me. How seeing him in the kitchen every single shift had me trying not to think about all the dirty things he’d do to me. How I’d imagined him slamming me up against the counter and pressing inside me with little care for how rough he took me. And how he’d give it to me so hard, I’d never be able to forget how he felt inside me.