LEO
The long weekend passed by in a blur of many, many meals cooked, lots of socializing, and a burst of adrenaline that I hadn’t felt in a long time while in the kitchen.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t been passionate in my other roles—I had been, and it was why I’d had a successful career—but it was something about being in a small town.
I’d thought cooking for people in a small town would get boring and repetitive, but it was the opposite, especially in Golden Falls when tourists were in the mix.
I liked how much people here cared about the town and what Lake Ridge had turned into. I liked seeing the same people come in, because they wanted to try a different dish or get information on what the next menu would be.
It got me thinking…did I want to come up with another menu for late summer? Or would I already be gone?
I’d had a couple of conversations with restaurants in Chicago that had gone well. Maybe a little too well, with how eager they were for me to come down for an in-person interview.
Did I want to stay here a little longer? Maybe through the summer and then plan to leave in the fall…or even the winter?
Of course, it wasn’t only the thought of my career and how much I’d grown to like this town that was weighing on me.
Eliza and my growing feelings for the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about were at the center. Because around her, I felt an ease I hadn’t experienced in years. Excitement, passion, and a desire to experience it all with her wrapped into one.
Even today, which was our day off following the long weekend, all I could think about was her. Usually, I spent my days off after a busy weekend alone since I’d been around people all weekend, but Eliza wasn’t just another person.
She was everything.
And I was more than intrigued by her text from this morning.
Eliza
Meet me at seven at my apartment tonight? I have something planned for you.
Me
I’ll be there.
What kind of plans?
Eliza
It’s a surprise. You’ll be very happy, though.
I hadn’t bothered speculating what Eliza had planned, because it was impossible to figure out what her next move was going to be—and that was one of my favorite things about her. Every day was an adventure.
By the time seven rolled around, I knocked on Eliza’s door, taking a step back as I waited. I wasn’t sure what we’d be up to, so I kept it simple with a pair of dark jeans and a short-sleeved button-up.
The door opened a sliver, and the corner of my lip tipped up. “What are you up to, Trouble?” I asked, narrowing my eyes playfully.
“Right on time. Come on in.” She stepped behind the door and pulled it open enough for me to step inside.
Eliza closed the door behind me. When I turned to face her, my jaw dropped.
Holy fucking shit.
“Eliza,” I rasped, running a hand over my beard as my eyes slowly trailed her body. My mouth watered at the sight of her. “You look like a fucking dream.”
I hadn’t ever imagined Eliza in my black chef’s coat, and now I wondered why, because I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She’d make anything look sexy…but seeing her in something that was mine caused a possessiveness to course through my veins.
“You like it?” She spun around, a mischievous grin on her face once she faced me again.
The coat looked more like a dress on her, hitting at her tanned thighs.
“You haven’t even seen what’s underneath.
” She lifted the bottom of the coat, giving me a teasing peek at the lacy black thong.
My mouth watered at the sight, and my cock strained against my jeans.
I needed to get my hands on her. Immediately.
“Do I like it?” A low, dangerous chuckle escaped me as I stalked toward her, caging her in against the door.
Her breath hitched, picking up speed in that way it did when she was turned on.
Anticipation coursed through my body, and I inhaled Eliza’s sultry scent of jasmine and amber.
“I fucking love it,” I growled, taking her hand and guiding it to my erection.
She licked her lips as she palmed my hard, throbbing cock.
I dipped my head, whispering against the shell of her ear, “I like seeing you in something that’s mine.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing the side of her neck and brushing my lips against her smooth skin—but not kissing her yet. “Are you wet for me already?”
Eliza leaned into my touch while her hand continued moving against my erection. “Yes,” she breathed, and the thin column of her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“Atta girl,” I praised, my fingers itching to find out for myself.
Eliza sunk her teeth into her plump bottom lip, her dark eyes focused on my mouth. “I, uh, also have food for us, so you wouldn’t have to cook tonight. And wine. Are you hungry?”
I leaned closer, dragging the bridge of my nose along her neck, unable to get enough of her. A low chuckle escaped me, and when she tipped her head back with a whimper, giving me more access, I pressed my body against hers.
“Baby, I’m fucking starving, but the only thing I want right now”—I paused to press a single hot kiss to her pulse point, sucking gently on the skin—“is to devour you.”
Eliza gasped, and within seconds we were all over each other—just like we both wanted. I lifted her up, hands kneading her full ass while my mouth kissed along her neck, jaw, and finally her lips.
She moaned against my mouth, her hands tangling and tugging at my hair while she sucked my bottom lip. I brought her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She immediately flipped over, crawling toward the foot of the bed and reaching to undo my belt.
“Fuck, Eliza,” I groaned as she carelessly tossed it to the side.
“I can’t wait another second, either,” she panted while undoing my jeans in record speed and freeing my cock. “I want to taste you, too.”
Eliza wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked. She ran her tongue along the side—teasing and taunting once she got to the tip. She guided my cock into her mouth, sucking the pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Just like that,” I hissed as she brought me deeper into her mouth, the groan that followed vibrating throughout my entire chest.
Fucking heaven.
She looked absolutely breathtaking.
Eliza arched her back, the jacket riding up and exposing the smooth curve of her ass and the lacy thong she’d teased me with moments earlier.
I grabbed her dark, silky hair, using it to guide her mouth along my cock—deeper and faster. She moaned, and when she looked up at me, her eyes were shiny with tears, but she wasn’t letting up. She continued to bob her head, taking more of me until my cock hit the back of her throat.
Eliza pressed her thighs together, chasing a friction between her legs. She was likely so fucking wet. That thought alone was nearly enough to make me come.
“Fuck,” I gritted.
It would be so easy to finish like this. To spill inside her mouth or to pull out and cover her ass with my release.
But we were just getting started.
As much as I wanted to come, there was something I wanted more.
I was dying to taste her again.