Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Kat
“Mmmm, right there,” I moaned, my eyes pinched closed as I felt his tongue slide between my folds.
He gripped my thighs tighter, spreading me open as he kissed and nipped at my already sensitive clit. It was pure torture and heaven at the same time. His fingers slid inside and curled up, hitting my g-spot with conviction.
“Oh, God.” I panted and bucked off of the bed, pressing my thighs closed. It was too much, and I was on sensation overload.
“I don’t think so,” he growled, forcing my legs open as he wedged his way even deeper.
“I want to hear you scream, Kat. I want my name on your lips as your orgasm rips through you. I want to know that this pussy is mine and that the pleasure you get is what I give you. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
I whimpered and bit down on my hand as his tongue flicked rapidly against my clit and his fingers moved quickly inside of me.
“Yes,” I cried, allowing my body to convulse around him as he sucked harder and drew the orgasm out of me. I dug my nails into the sheets, gripping them as I struggled to hold on.
Once it was over, I looked down to see Miles wiping his mouth and a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
My breathing was erratic as I tried to sit up. I wanted more—no, I needed more.
“Come here,” I said, curling my finger into a come hither motion.
He slowly crawled up the bed after stripping off his pants and boxer briefs. His cock was thick and ready, with a drop of cum glistening on the tip. I licked my lips, desperate to taste it.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, reaching for him.
Then suddenly, he was gone, and my eyes fluttered open. I sat up and looked around the room, feeling my heart pounding inside my chest, disappointed that it had been a dream.
I plopped back down on the mattress and groaned. I’d had a sex dream about a guy I wanted nothing to do with, and it just happened to be the best damn dream ever. Not only that, I’d actually had an orgasm in my sleep, which never happened.
I climbed out of bed feeling frustrated and turned on the shower. I was going to need a cold one to wash away the thoughts of that stupid dream before I had to see Miles tonight. It was Saturday which meant that we would be busy, and he would have his food truck set up again.
I’d asked Clarissa why she allowed him to park in front of Ambrosia when he first started and she simply shrugged and said that it didn’t hurt having him there.
It wasn’t like there was much she could do anyway, given that he was parked by the sidewalk where the other food trucks had lined up.
His just happened to be right in front of her restaurant, whereas the others were in front of other businesses and not direct competition.
But she was right; he wasn’t our competition, given that we didn’t serve the same type of food. He focused on sandwiches and fried foods, while we prided ourselves on offering more elegant dishes. We were completely different.
I finished my shower and then ran a few errands before heading into Ambrosia.
We didn’t open until four and had our daily staff meeting to discuss the special and menu changes at three.
I liked to go in early so I could try out new dish ideas and run them by Clarissa when it wasn’t busy, and she could focus.
As I headed toward the restaurant, I found myself looking to see if Miles was already there.
It didn’t surprise me that he got there early, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t spend some of that time stocking up on the supplies he needed so he didn’t have to come borrow stuff from Ambrosia all the time.
Just like clockwork, I spotted his truck sitting out front in the same spot it always was.
My stomach fluttered as I remembered last night at the bar and then him taking me to his truck and cooking food for me.
It hadn’t been anything fancy, but it was delicious, to say the least. I’d been thankful this morning when I woke up without the slight threat of a hangover.
Granted, I didn’t drink that much, but I was more of a lightweight, and it didn’t take much.
I was so distracted looking for him inside the truck that I hadn’t been paying attention and almost walked into a light pole. I noticed it at the last second and jumped to the side, my heart racing in response.
Embarrassed, I pulled my jacket tighter around me and rushed into Ambrosia, hoping no one had seen me.
“You’re here early,” Clarissa said, looking up at the clock on the wall across from her. She had the reservation list for tonight in her hand as she stood at the hostess station.
“It’s not that early. Barely after one-thirty.”
“You don’t usually come in until two.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to try something new and didn’t want to rush.”
“Please tell me that it’s a dessert,” she pleaded with her hands together in front of her. “After Miles’s caramel cheesecake bars last night, people have been talking nonstop about them. I know he’s not our competition, but I would love to have a new dessert to get people’s attention.”
I pulled my mouth to the side and slid out of my jacket. I had planned on trying a new vegetarian dish, but I couldn’t say no if Clarissa really wanted a new dessert.
“I can talk to Pam when she gets here,” I offered, knowing that it would be better to bounce ideas off our pastry chef. She did desserts like no one I knew, and I felt like I might disappoint Clarissa on my own.
“I would love to see what you come up with.” Her tone was gentle, but there was a challenge in her eyes.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, squaring my shoulders in response.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Excellent.”
As I was walking to the back, I heard the bell ding on the front door and turned to see who it was.
“Hey, I wanted to bring this back,” Miles said before lifting his head to see me standing in the doorway. “Oh, hey. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” I stood frozen in place as Clarissa curiously looked between us.
“Why wouldn’t she be fine? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I replied sharply. “I’m fine.”
“Sorry, I was just checking,” Miles said and shoved his hands in his pockets as Clarissa held the stack of bowls he’d returned from the things he borrowed last week.
“Okay, something is going on, and I want to know what it is. One of you spill it, now.” She pointed a finger between us and waited.
“I went to Seven Sins with Jamie last night. Miles was there. We had a few drinks, and then he made food for us before driving me home. Nothing happened.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay, that’s all.”
“Well, that was nice of you,” Clarissa said with a cheeky grin. “What did you make her?”
“A hotdog and onion rings,” I blurted out, feeling more defensive than I should. “Nothing spectacular.”
I noticed the look that flashed across his face when I said it and instantly felt like the world’s biggest bitch. Why did I have this reaction to him every time he was around? I was guarded and felt the need to protect myself, though he’d never given me a reason to.
“Sorry,” I apologized. “The food was good; I didn’t mean to sound so insulting.”
He rocked back on his heels and gave me a smug smile.
“Don’t worry about it. You'd know if I were trying to impress you with my cooking.”
I took a few steps toward him, ignoring the stars dancing in Clarissa’s eyes as she watched us.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that last night was a no-effort attempt to get food in you so you didn’t wake up with a hangover. If I wanted to, I could out cook you any day.”
“Is that so?” I placed my hand on my hip and stared at him as he closed the space between us.
Our chests were almost touching as he towered slightly over me. The scent of his cologne was almost intoxicating, but not nearly as much as the green eyes that locked onto mine.
“I guarantee you’ve never had anything as good as my food.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Wanna bet?”
“That you can cook food that I’ll like? No, not really.”
“Is this a power struggle? Because I gotta admit, I might be into it.” He wiggled his brows and leaned closer to whisper something that only I could hear. “I’m not afraid to let a woman take control, if you know what I mean.”
I hated the gasp that escaped my lips, but not as much as I hated the way my thighs were clenched together, and heat was spreading through me as I thought about him in my dream last night.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” he prodded, licking his lips before pulling the bottom one between his teeth.
I tried to suck in a deep breath so I could get the oxygen that I needed to clear my brain, but unfortunately, it was filled with his scent, which only made me feel even more intoxicated.
“I’m not going to play this game with you,” I bit out, taking a step back on wobbly legs.
“Why not? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“Lose what? We didn’t bet anything.”
“Alright,” he said casually, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and revealing tattoos I didn’t know he had. “How about a friendly cook-off to see who the better chef is?”
“That’s not a fair competition, and you know it.” I folded my arms over my chest protectively.
“Then what are you so worried about?” He cocked his head to the side and held my gaze.
“Fine,” I breathed. “What do you have in mind?”
He rubbed his hands together excitedly and looked from Clarissa to me.
“We have a three-course competition to see who the better cook is. If I win, you go on a date with me.”
“And when I win?”
“You can take me on a date,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Funny.”
“Okay, fine, if you win, then I’ll never ask you out again. I’ll leave you alone and won’t bother you.”
I felt Clarissa’s eyes on me as they waited for my answer.
“Fine, you have yourself a cook-off.” I reached out and shook the hand he extended to me.
“I can’t believe this,” Clarissa said excitedly. “If you guys are okay with it, I can organize everything here, and we’ll make an event out of it?”
“That’d be great,” Miles said, keeping his eyes on me and not bothering to look at her as he spoke.
“You’re going down, Miles,” I replied sarcastically, not realizing the weight of my words until I noticed how his eyes darkened and trailed down between my thighs.
“I really hope so.” He licked his lips again, and I felt my face flush.
Without saying another word, I turned on my heel and headed to the kitchen, leaving the two of them to discuss the details of this absurd competition.