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  “Yes, fuck yes. I want you so much. You’re all I think about. Please.”

  His body shifted and I felt the tip of him against my entrance.

  “I’m going to make sure the only cock you think about inside you is mine,” he growled in my ear. “The thought of how tight and wet you’ll be has driven me crazy for months.”

  And with that, he drove forward. Both of us moaned in unison. My fingers dug harder into his back as he stretched me open with his cock. Nothing could prepare me for the intensity or knowing this was Lucien inside me right now. My boss. The man I looked up to and idolised for his skill in the kitchen. His thick, hard cock thrust deeper, making my eyes roll back in my head.

  “Oh fuck,” I cried out.

  “So good,” he grunted. “So much better than I ever imagined.”

  He pulled out a little way and thrust back in, setting an intense pace. Lucien might have told me he’d be gentle, but this was far from that. My pussy throbbed around him, trying to accommodate his size.

  My hand ran up his back and I clutched at his hair, pulling his head back so I could look at him. His eyes were wild and unfocused. One hand was planted by my head, holding him steady above me whilst the other ran down my side and gripped my leg, forcing it upwards into my chest. It allowed him deeper access which he spent no time taking advantage of.

  “Lucien,” I whimpered, having never felt so full.

  His eyes focused on me, a little concern painting his features.

  “You okay?”

  Words couldn’t really describe how I felt right then. Overwhelmed by all the intense feelings and sensations. The months of longing for a taste of this man I was pretty sure I could never have hit me all at once. I dragged my fingers through his hair, wanting to tell him exactly how happy I felt in this moment. I nodded instead of articulating my feelings because my throat was dry and I couldn’t speak.

  He smiled, leaning down to kiss me as he continued to fuck me deep and hard. I never wanted it to end, but I could feel my climax building inside me. The angle had him brushing up against my clit with every thrust. The world was just me and him. I couldn’t care less that he was my boss and it was probably a stupid idea to sleep with him. What did it matter when it felt so perfect? So right.

  “Your pussy is mine,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re mine, Riley.”

  His words sent me over the edge. I cried out his name, feeling bliss rushing over my skin and taking me under. I trembled beneath him, my fingers digging into his back and scalp. He didn’t miss a beat, kept hammering into me as my pussy pulsed and clenched around him.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re too fucking much.”

  He buried his face in my neck, grunting as he fucked me deeper until he slammed inside me one last time and let go.

  “Riley,” he groaned as his cock throbbed inside me.

  He didn’t quite collapse on me when he was spent, but I could hear him panting against my skin. I stroked a hand down his back. Beck had never made me come like that. Hell, I’d been so turned on by Lucien, his words and his cock, it hadn’t taken much to make me see stars.

  “That was amazing,” I whispered.

  I felt the deep rumble of his chest vibrating against mine as he chuckled.

  “Just amazing?”

  “Honestly? I don’t think I have words to describe how good it was.”

  He pulled away to look at me. His eyes were soft and a smile played on his lips.

  “What about mind-blowing?”

  I giggled as I nodded, unable to help the sound spilling out. He leant down and kissed my cheek, making me squirm underneath him. His hand came up and he stroked my face, making me stop laughing abruptly at the tender expression on his face.

  “Will you answer my question now?”

  His expression didn’t change as he continued to stroke my cheek with his thumb. He leant closer, rubbing his nose against mine.

  “Riley,” he whispered. “I’ve liked you since the first day you walked into my restaurant with a tentative smile on your face and your eyes shining like you’d just hit the jackpot.”

  Chapter Four

  Lucien

  What the hell was she doing to me? I mean, shit, sex with her had been the absolute sweetest ecstasy. She was so small and perfect. So fucking tight. And now here I was admitting something I shouldn’t. As her employer, I should never have thought about her in a sexual manner. I couldn’t help it. Something about Riley called to me. Told me she’d be receptive and pliant. And she’d definitely liked it when I talked dirty to her. Still, she didn’t need to know how long I’d spent fantasising about her in my bed. On my kitchen counter. On every fucking surface of my restaurant. Even in her chef whites, her taut little body still did things to me.

  “That long?”

  “I’m sure I’ve definitely been blue balled for that long.”

  She blushed and looked away.

  “I had no idea.”

  “It’s not appropriate for me to sleep with my employees so flirting with you was out of the question.”

  Her eyes snapped back to mine.

  “But we just…”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “I’m perfectly aware of what we just did… I mean, for starters, my cock is still buried in your pussy.”

  Her eyes widened and her blush deepened. Shit, I was messing this up.

  “You wanted to flirt with me? Are you sure? You do spend an awful amount of time shouting at me.”

  I flinched. I shouted at all my chefs, but I could admit Riley got the brunt of my ire. It had little to do with her skill as a chef. She needed to learn, yes, but if I showed her preferential treatment, it wouldn’t go down well. And the boys might question why I was going easy on her.

  “Does that bother you?”

  She shook her head.

  “You’re just… scary when you yell.”

  I couldn’t help leaning back and smiling as I took her in properly. Her pretty little tits were perfect. Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes were still wide.

  “I scare you?”

  “Yes, I mean, no… I guess you can come across as a little intimidating, but like I said, I’ve always liked you… even before I started working here.”

  Fuck, she was so cute. The way her brow furrowed when she spoke. But this really wasn’t a conversation to have whilst I was still buried inside her. Pulling away, I sat up and dealt with the condom before laying on my side next to her. She stared up at me and her fingers twisted together on her chest betraying her nervousness.

  “I don’t mean to intimidate you, Riley. You must know that.”

  “I do… I look up to you is all so when you tell me off, I want to do better to make sure you’re happy with my work.”

  We shouldn’t even be discussing work right now but I guess it would be better to get this all out in the open.

  “I am happy with your work, especially your work ethic. Did you doubt that?”

  She shrugged. Shit. I needed to do better. How could I not see it? Was I stifling her by not giving her enough encouragement? I wanted Riley to excel not be beaten down.

  “I don’t mind you correcting me,” she mumbled. “I can’t learn if you don’t.”

  I placed a hand over her fidgeting ones, stilling them on her bare chest.

  “I said I’ll teach you after hours and I meant it. And I’ll try not to be so hard on you in the kitchen.”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “You said this wouldn’t affect work. I don’t want you to treat me differently.”

  I shook my head. Didn’t she know she was already different from all my other chefs? Not least because I wanted to stick my cock in her again, but she was a good chef. Just needed to hone her skills and she’d be amazing.

  “I don’t want you scared of me.”

  “I’m not.”

  “I make you nervous. Even now you can’t look at me withou
t a trace of hesitation in your eyes.”

  She bit her lip and looked away.

  “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  In all honesty, I had no idea either. I hadn’t exactly planned any further ahead than having her come all over my cock and even that had been an impulsive decision I’d made literally an hour ago. If only she wasn’t so damn alluring. I could feel myself getting hard again at the thought of being inside her slick heat.

  I let go of her hands and traced a line down her chest with my fingertips. Goosebumps prickled all over her skin.

  “What I want?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Just you like this.”

  Her eyes snapped to mine. I could see the cogs turning in her head, trying to discern my meaning. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Talking about this wouldn’t get us anywhere right now. I wanted to make the most of a very naked Riley before reality set in.

  I sat up and snagged a condom from my drawer before handing it to her.

  “Hold this.”

  She took it, eyes widening as I stood up and scooped her up off the bed. I made her wrap her legs around my waist. She clung to me, her heat brushing up against my now rock hard cock and making me want to groan.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as I carried her out of the room and across the flat towards the front door.

  I unlocked it, putting it on the latch before carrying her downstairs.

  “We’re going to make my very clean kitchen messy again.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “I’m pretty serious about fucking you on the pass whilst you scream my name.”

  Her face went bright red, making me smirk as I shouldered open the door at the bottom of the stairs. Never had I ever entertained the idea of fucking a girl in my kitchen until I’d met Riley. The thought of dirtying up my clean counters usually made me wince. My fantasies of Riley, however, made my cock so hard, I’d had to disappear on several occasions to go deal with it, citing needing to check something in my office as an excuse.

  I took her into the very quiet kitchen and set her down on the pass. She placed the condom down next to her.

  “Lie back and spread your legs.”

  She did as I said, eyes still wide as her hands gripped the edge of the counter.

  “This feels naughty,” she whispered.

  It really did, but who gave a fuck? This was my kitchen. I could do what I wanted in it. No one else was here. I’d locked up before finding Riley in here alone earlier.

  “You’re going to feel a whole lot naughtier in a minute.”

  I stalked away to the pantry, finding what I wanted and bringing it out with me. Riley watched me pull out a chopping board and knife before I sliced the tops off some strawberries. Next, I set about melting dark chocolate. Probably should’ve put some clothes on to do this, but I couldn’t be fucked. I brought the bowl over and tested the temperature. A little too hot. I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “Is this dessert?”

  I smiled.

  “No, Riley, you’re dessert.”

  She looked at the bowl and the fruit before her eyes flicked back up to mine.

  I dipped the strawberries in the chocolate and laid them out on a tray to harden before testing the temperature of the chocolate again.

  Picking up a spoon, I coated the back of it with the melted chocolate before turning to her. She tracked my hand as I brought the spoon over her naked stomach and watched as the chocolate drizzled down over her. I let it fall over her tits too until it crisscrossed her skin and she looked good enough to eat.

  “You really meant it about getting messy.”

  I grinned, picking up one of the chocolate-covered strawberries and placing it by her lips. She bit down and groaned.

  “You look so sexy right now. My latest masterpiece.”

  Leaning down, I licked her nipple, making her shudder. She watched me lick the chocolate from her body whilst I offered her strawberries. When I reached her stomach, she squirmed, her hands tightening on the counter. She tasted so fucking good. I never wanted this to end. I could lick chocolate from her taut little body forever.

  “Is this making you wet, Riley? Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “I’ve imagined all the ways I can have you spread wide for me. How I’d make you come over and over. I want you screaming for me until you’re a quivering, panting mess.”

  “Lucien, please.”

  I met her eyes. The heat burning in them made me smile.

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  Hearing dirty words out of her little mouth made my already aching dick leak.

  “Do you want my cock?”

  I palmed it, stroking slowly to try relieving the pressure, but only being inside her tight pussy would do that.

  “Please.”

  I straightened. She was still streaked with chocolate. I’d take her upstairs and shower her after this.

  “Ask for what you want.”

  I picked up the condom and proceeded to rip open the foil.

  “Please give me your cock. I want it so bad. Please fuck me.”

  “Do you want it hard, Riley? Hard and deep?”

  She squirmed, her legs trembling on the counter. I rolled on the condom and pressed myself between her legs, rubbing my cock up and down her wet little pussy.

  “Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard, I scream. I want to feel it tomorrow. Please, Lucien, please give me your cock.”

  Gone was her nervousness. Her eyes blazed with lust and need. My little Riley was so worked up, I don’t think she even cared where we were or how we’d have to clean up this mess when we were done.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Yours.”

  Absolutely no hesitation from her.

  “That’s right. You. Are. Mine.”

  And with those words, I shunted my hips forward and impaled her on my length inch by painfully delicious inch. She cried out, one of her hands leaving the counter only to wrap around my waist. Fuck, her pussy was so damn tight.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m yours. Please, Lucien, fuck me.”

  Never had the sounds of a woman begging me been so damn sweet. Riley was like my fucking kryptonite. Her voice did things to me. The note of adoration and deference in it.

  I gripped her hips, not caring if I got chocolate on my hands, pulled back and thrust deep inside her. She moaned. I cursed as I set a brutal and punishing pace. She asked me for it. Begged. Pleaded.

  “Yes, fuck, harder. Oh god, you feel so good.”

  Who’d have thought little Riley Clark, my quiet Chef de Partie would be so vocal whilst getting fucked to within an inch of her life. She writhed and met me thrust for thrust. And hell did she look beautiful. Her chest heaving. Her face flushed, pupils wide and dilated. Her chestnut hair spread across the pass. Everything I’d imagined and so much fucking more.

  “You going to scream for me, Riley?”

  She cried out, her fingers tightening around my waist. One of my hands left her hip. I licked my thumb, making sure there was no chocolate lingering on it before I stroked her clit with it.

  “Scream my name.”

  The counter was rocking with the force of my thrusts. I could feel her at the precipice and I wanted her to fall down. Her eyes caught mine. She panted out a breath. Her body tightened and she shattered.

  “Oh fuck, Lucien.”

  And she really did scream for me as she came. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, making me bite back a groan. Watching her buck and tremble and knowing I gave her this experience made my heart thump in my chest. I was in serious fucking danger of becoming completely addicted to Riley Clark’s hot little pussy. To the way she smiled and how she begged for me.

  Fuck. I’m fucked. Utterly.

  I kept hammering into her as
she came down, panting with each breath. Now she’d had her fill, it was time for mine. I slammed into her tight pussy over and over, revelling in how wet she was now she’d come all over my cock. Loving the way she continued to clench around me.

  “Riley, fuck,” I grunted. “So fucking tight.”

  I erupted without much warning, my eyes rolling back as I saw spots in my vision. The world faded away for those few moments and all I could think was I never wanted to let this girl go.

  Riley was practically limp on the counter when I looked down at her after catching my breath. I pulled out of her and cleaned up, making sure to discreetly dispose of the condom so no one would find it. She was jelly legged when I got her down off the counter, but she helped me clean up the mess we’d made and set the kitchen to rights again. She let me carry her back upstairs and set her down in the shower.

  After we both got thoroughly clean and dry, I tucked her up in my bed. Padding out into my kitchen, I poured us both a glass of water before turning out all the lights. She was half asleep by the time I slipped in next to her.

  “Tired?” I whispered, gathering her up close and kissing her forehead.

  “Yeah,” she mumbled.

  I shouldn’t let her stay the night but every part of me wanted her right here.

  “Sleep, ma petite fleur.”

  She yawned and settled against my chest. It didn’t take long for her breathing to turn steady and even.

  What the fuck would I do come morning? I wasn’t supposed to fuck one of my employees. That shit was messed up. Yet Riley was more than just one of my chefs. I just wasn’t quite sure how to handle this going forward.

  Could I keep work and my feelings for her separate? Or would I have to write this off as a one night thing where I’d crossed a line I shouldn’t have?

  The problem was… I didn’t have a clear answer to either of those questions.

  And I wasn’t sure I’d be able to work it out any time soon.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Five

  Riley

  The first thing I became aware of was how my body ached all over, almost like I’d been ten rounds in a boxing ring. I groaned, trying to roll over and realising I was trapped. Cracking an eye open, I came face to face with my boss, who seemed to be fast asleep.