Dirty Chef Page 6

  “Can I come in?”

  He stepped back and held the door open for me. I walked in and stood in the lobby as he shut the door behind me before turning to me.

  “What do you want, Riley?”

  I winced at the irritation in his voice. How the hell was I going to do this when he was clearly mad at me? Would this make it worse? I had no clue, but I knew this was the only way.

  “I…”

  All the words I’d rehearsed on the way here flew out of my head as I met his eyes. His beautiful, intense blue-grey eyes which held so many emotions in them. Lucien might be annoyed at me but there was still longing behind that anger. I felt utterly trapped by his gaze. He’d always had the ability to drown me and I wasn’t sure I’d ever come up for air or if I even wanted to.

  The envelope I had felt like a lead weight and it was all I could do to bring up a shaky hand and hold it out for him. His eyes flicked down to it and his frown deepened.

  “What’s this?”

  “Just take it,” I whispered, not trusting my voice.

  He reached out and our fingers brushed, causing what felt like an electric shock to pulse up my arm. I stifled a moan because his touch affected me in ways no other man had.

  I watched him look at the envelope for a long moment before he opened it and unfolded the single page. It took a concerted effort on my part to keep breathing as he read it. And I really didn’t think he could get any angrier, but I was wrong. So very wrong. When he looked up at me again, his eyes blazed with fury.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  “I… it’s…”

  He took a step towards me and almost shoved the letter in my face.

  “So you’re just going to quit. What the fuck, Riley? I know this hasn’t been easy, but I never wanted you to fucking well leave. And you fucking wrote it down without having the decency to say it to my face.”

  I flinched back. This was all going so wrong. I’d planned it all out in my head but seeing him made it impossible to get my words out. If I didn’t say something, I might lose him for good.

  Put your big fucking girl panties on and be honest with him.

  “If you’d let me explain…”

  “Oh, you want to explain, do you? I think this says everything.”

  I shook my head and clenched my fists, digging my blunt nails into my palms to try to stem my nerves. The way he looked at me killed me.

  “No, Lucien, it’s not like that. I’m not quitting because I want to leave you.”

  “Then why the fuck are you?”

  “I’m doing it because I want you. I’m miserable without you and I know you are too. I see it every day and it kills me. The only way I know how to be with you is if I quit. No one can say I’m trying to further my career or any other crap about us.”

  I took a shuddering breath, unable to quite believe I’d blurted that out.

  “I want you as a man more than I want to work under you as a chef. Fuck, this is all coming out the wrong way and I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. I’m quitting so I can ask you for a chance for something more between us. Lucien, please forgive me for being so stupid. Please let me show you how much I want to be with you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lucien

  The words which came out of Riley’s mouth were the very last ones I’d expected. I hadn’t exactly wanted to talk to her when she turned up here but sending her away wouldn’t have made me feel good either. And now I understood why she wanted to quit, I had no idea what to say.

  After everything, it’d taken some fucking guts for her to come down here, hand me that bloody letter and ask me for a chance for something between us. Didn’t she know how I felt about her? Didn’t she understand I’d move fucking mountains to have her near me?

  I reached out and took her hand.

  “Come with me.”

  She followed me upstairs without complaint. I took her into the flat, shutting the door and making her stand by my dining room table. As much as I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her senseless, we needed to get some things straight first. Yes, I could’ve stayed hurt and upset about her not allowing us to explore the possibility of more before, but what was the point in staying angry now? She was here and she wanted this. Nothing else mattered.

  I took her coat from her and hung it over the back of a chair before lifting up the letter she’d given me.

  “This right here, Riley. I don’t accept this.”

  “What?”

  “You’re not leaving my restaurant.”

  “But Lucien—”

  I put a finger over her lips, stopping her from saying anything else. Her gold-flecked hazel eyes went wide.

  “I’m not going to let you quit when I need you and your talent. That’s why I hired you. I don’t want someone else having you and I can’t stand the thought of not seeing you in the kitchen every day.”

  I dropped my hand from her lips and ripped up her resignation letter, throwing the pieces on the table.

  “If you think for a moment I’m going to let you give up the opportunity working here affords you, you’re very much mistaken. I’m not giving you up for anything. Do you understand me?”

  Her mouth opened and closed twice before she nodded.

  “Good.”

  I reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer to me, not being able to stand any distance between us for another moment. God, I was fucked up about this girl and I didn’t care.

  “As for the other matter…” I cupped her cheek, running a thumb across her skin. “Show me how much you want me.”

  She sucked in a breath, staring up at me with dilated pupils. I wanted to see how far she’d go, whether she’d take what she wanted. If she’d make good on what she said. She might be shy and a little quiet, but Riley had let go with me before. Would she do it again?

  “If you come closer, I will,” she whispered.

  I leant down towards her just as she asked so she wouldn’t have to reach too far to touch me.

  “Like this?”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I couldn’t help tugging her against me. Her body moulded to mine like we were made for each other. She moaned into my mouth, making it increasingly difficult for me to let her set the pace. All I wanted was to tear her clothes off and sink into her tight little body. I fucking belonged in it.

  She pulled back, her hands landing on my chest. She directed me backwards until my calves hit the sofa. Pressing me down onto it, she straddled my lap and stroked her fingers down my chest. I was already hard and straining against my shorts. My hands landed on her hips, pulling her down on my cock. Patience wasn’t exactly my forte.

  She leant towards me and trailed her lips down my neck, making me stifle a groan.

  “I missed you,” she murmured.

  My heart hammered against my ribcage. Whilst we didn’t know a huge amount about each other, I knew I wanted Riley and nothing would change that.

  I gripped her hips tighter, forcing her to grind on my cock because I couldn’t fucking take it. It’d been two damn weeks of wishing I could be inside this girl. Wishing I had her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. But I didn’t want Riley for just sex. No, I wanted to see her smile and to teach her new skills.

  “Show me how much.”

  Her fingers went to the bottom of my t-shirt and next thing I knew, she’s practically ripped it off me and was trailing her lips down my bare chest.

  Fuck me.

  I groaned then as her fingers were at my shorts next, tugging them down and freeing my cock which she took in her hand. Riley was so small, she could barely fit her fingers around it, but that didn’t stop her from stroking me. And when she dropped onto her knees and smiled up at me, I just about fucking died.

  “Did you miss me?” she asked right before she ran her tongue around the crown of my cock.

  I couldn’t hold back another groan, nor my fingers tangling
in her beautiful chestnut hair. Her lips wrapping around me made my hips buck. Fuck, her mouth was hot and wet. I didn’t expect her to go down on me, but hell if it didn’t feel amazing. Her hazel eyes were intent on mine as she took as much of me in her mouth as she could manage.

  “Yes,” I grunted. “I missed you, ma petite fleur, so fucking much.”

  Damn it. Those fucking words had slipped out again. I couldn’t help it. Riley was special to me in a way no one else had been. Her quiet enthusiasm for her work was infectious, reminding me of how determined I’d been at her age. Not that the gap in our ages bothered me. She might only be twenty two, but she was far more mature than half her male counterparts who also worked under me.

  As good as her mouth felt, I wanted her close so I could touch her. Feel her heart hammering in her chest against mine. I needed her skin on mine. I gently tugged her off my cock.

  “Strip and come here.”

  I might have wanted her to go at her own pace but giving up control didn’t quite come naturally to me. Not in the kitchen and certainly not in the bedroom.

  She released me and stood up. Slipping out of her shoes, she tugged her jeans off next followed by her jumper and t-shirt. My eyes almost bugged out of my head when I saw what she was wearing underneath. Not that I gave a shit what she wore because I thought she looked sexy regardless, but this was something else.

  “Fuck… look at you.”

  She bit her lip, coming to stand between my legs.

  “Do you like it?”

  Is she kidding?

  I grabbed her hand and tugged her into my lap, staring down at the pastel pink little lacy set she had on. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along her clavicle and lower to the tops of her breasts. She shuddered, her hands gripping my shoulders to steady herself.

  “I love it,” I whispered against her skin. “You’re beautiful.”

  I didn’t have it in me to wait any longer. Not even bothering to get her to take any of it off, I moved aside her knickers and tugged her closer.

  “Wait,” she squeaked as I started to line myself up.

  I almost growled in frustration.

  “What?”

  She looked down at me.

  “Protection,” she whispered.

  I almost slapped myself. What the hell was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn’t. The need to be inside her had outweighed common sense.

  “Left-hand drawer, bedside table.”

  She jumped off me and dashed away, returning a minute later with a little foil packet which she duly ripped open. I watched her straddle me, roll it on and rise up on her knees. We both groaned as she sunk down on my cock. I gripped her hip and wrapped my other arm around her back.

  “I want to watch you ride my cock.”

  A blush spread across her cheeks. Fuck, she really was the cutest girl. She gripped both of my shoulders and lifted her hips slightly before pressing back down again. I kept my hand on her hip to help her maintain a steady rhythm. With each rise and fall, she took more of me. Her pussy was so fucking wet, I couldn’t get enough.

  “That’s it, fuck me, Riley. Show me how much your sweet little pussy needs my cock.”

  Her hazel eyes glinted as she pulsed around me, making me jerk upwards in response. Seeing her fully impaled on me was heavenly. Knowing she was all mine made my heart beat faster. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer and devouring her pretty little mouth. Those lips I’d been wanting to kiss again so fucking badly for two weeks.

  This girl was so small and delicate in appearance, but she was so fucking strong on the inside. I’d protect her from all the shit likely coming our way due to our relationship. She meant more to me than she realised. Riley Clark made me want to live again after burying myself in my work for so long. And I was determined her career wouldn’t suffer as a consequence of us being together.

  “I need you to fuck me hard and deep,” she whimpered against my mouth. “Please, I need you so much.”

  I smiled. Riley liked me being in control. She craved it. So I carefully flipped us over so she was lying on her back and I was back buried between her thighs. I pushed her legs up towards her chest, wanting to give her exactly what she’d asked for.

  “Like this, beautiful?”

  “Yes, please, Lucien, please give it to me.”

  Who was I to deny her when she pleaded with me like that?

  I gripped her thighs and thrust deep, making her take every inch before pulling back and slamming back inside her. She moaned and gripped the sofa, her eyes rolling back in her head. Wanting to prolong this as much as possible, I set a steady but punishing rhythm, giving it to her just like she’d asked for. I watched her, enraptured by her body bucking and trembling, her pants and moans and her voice telling me not to stop, begging me to take her higher. Fuck, she looked incredible.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she moaned. “I belong to you. My pussy belongs to you. I’m yours.”

  “You’re going to give me this tight little pussy whenever I ask for it, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  I groaned, beginning to feel my balls tightening, signalling my imminent explosive end. I dragged one of my hands towards her clit and circled it, needing her to fall over the edge with me.

  “Going to spread your legs and let me fuck you deep and hard. I can’t get enough of you. You hear me? It’ll never be enough. I need to be balls deep inside you as often as possible.”

  “Yes, Chef.”

  Christ, fuck.

  Her pussy clenched hard as I erupted, her words sending me soaring. Every time she said it, it drove me fucking crazy in the best way possible. I tipped my head back, revelling in the way she pulsed around me as my cock jerked again and again with my release.

  She lay there with her eyes closed, her head lolling on the sofa when we were both spent. The only sounds were the rise and fall of her chest mixing with my own laboured breathing. I reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. She smiled. The sight of it made my chest lurch. I swear all I needed was to see her genuinely smile like she was happy.

  “Unless you have any objections, I’m taking you to bed now.”

  “No objections here,” she whispered, opening her eyes and staring up at me.

  It took me a moment to move as I couldn’t stop looking at her. This girl was all mine now and I would keep her safe if it was the last thing I ever fucking did. I disposed of the condom before picking her up and carrying her to bed. I stripped her underwear from her body after I lay her down on my bed and pulled the covers up over the two of us.

  Riley curled herself around me, burying her face in my neck. I cuddled her close, adoring her soft skin pressed against mine. It calmed and soothed me. After two weeks of absolute torment, I felt nothing but content now she was here.

  “You’re going to have to stop calling me Chef when we fuck.”

  “Mmm, I think you like it.”

  I almost groaned.

  “I do, but in the kitchen, it makes it hard to focus on anything but my cock buried in your pussy when you say it.”

  She planted kisses down my neck.

  “Maybe I want you all worked up so you’ll rip my clothes off and fuck me where I stand when the shift is over.”

  I stifled a grin.

  “It sounds like you’ve thought a lot about this.”

  She squirmed in my arms but I held her tighter so she couldn’t escape. Riley wasn’t getting out of this. If she’d had thoughts about us, then I wanted to hear them.

  “You’ve starred in all my dirty fantasies since I first saw a picture of you,” she whispered.

  I pulled away and looked down at her.

  “Is that so?”

  Her cheeks were bright red.

  “Yeah… it is.”

  I grinned and leant closer, brushing my nose against hers.

  “Now these I have to hear.”

 
“Lucien!”

  I shoved a hand between us and stroked my fingers across her thoroughly used little pussy, finding her little clit, which made her gasp.

  “I want to hear all your dirty little fantasies whilst I make you come all over again.”

  She bucked against me, moaning as I stroked her needy bud.

  “Okay… Well… the first time…”

  And for the rest of the night, I made my girl scream over and over after she divulged all her dirty secrets to me, revelling in her slick arousal coating my fingers every time she came.

  Chapter Nine

  Riley

  “You can’t be serious,” he said as I pointed over the kitchen island.

  “I am. You’re not helping.”

  He looked me over. I was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, leaning up against the counter with my arms crossed. I was well aware Lucien liked to be in control, but he needed to live a little and let someone else in.

  He took a step closer to me and wrapped his big hand around the back of my head, tipping it back so I’d meet his eyes. Leaning down, he stopped a hair’s breadth away from my lips.

  “Only because you’re too cute to say no to.”

  “I’m also your girlfriend and you should let me do things for you.”

  He raised an eyebrow. To be fair, we hadn’t exactly had that talk, but after I’d turned up last night here and we’d reconnected, I hoped we were at that stage. Not that I wanted to put pressure on him or anything. We hadn’t even been out on a date yet.

  Had I put my foot in it?

  “Mmm, I suppose you’re right.”

  He kissed me as he wrapped his arm around me, tugging me flush against his bare chest. And boy did my heart soar right then. He hadn’t disputed my assumption, merely confirmed it. His hand crept under the shirt, cupping my bare behind.

  “You look so sexy like this,” he mumbled against my mouth.

  “In your shirt?”