Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Walker
Alivia moaned. She moaned so fucking loud and closed her eyes and grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my chef’s whites as she chewed. “This …” She swallowed. “This is sooo good. I don’t even have words.”
She’d just taken the first bite of the halibut, and my dick was hard.
It wasn’t just the noises she was making or her closed eyes or the way her head had fallen back, exposing her beautiful throat, that turned me on.
It was also the last hour we’d spent cooking together, which was the most creative I’d felt in a very long time.
Sixty goddamn minutes of straight-up foreplay, where I watched her fingers move throughout the kitchen, saw her mouth part to take in the samples I fed her, watched her tongue lick those gorgeous lips.
“And this.” She’d speared a piece of filet with a dollop of blue cheese butter on top and put it in her mouth. “I could eat this every day of my life.”
Since I didn’t have a renge-style spoon at this restaurant, I gave her a regular soup spoon so she could take in some of the broth of the vegan ramen, along with a fork to twirl the noodles.
“Ohhh, yes.” She took a second bite. “The corn and tofu—perfect.” She cut off a slice of the steak, where the end had crisped, and using her fingers, she put it in my mouth. “It’s everything, isn’t it?”
I already knew how it tasted.
The second I had seen the temperature of the meat and taken in the aroma that was coming from it, I had been positive we had a winner.
“It is delicious,” I agreed.
Even though food was the last thing on my mind or what I wanted, she served me some halibut.
“Yep, that too.”
She couldn’t use her fingers for the ramen, so she gathered some of the noodles and toppings and held the fork in front of my face, our eyes locking as I took the bite.
“A little more chili oil.”
“Huh. You think?”
“For my taste, yes. For the event, no. Not everyone likes spice.”
She leaned her side into the prep counter, her teeth taking ahold of her bottom lip like that was the fourth course. “You’re talking like you’re convinced.”
“Of what?”
“What’s best for the event. That can only mean one thing …”
I didn’t know how she had done it. How she turned a moment around that had started with me balling up every fucking menu attempt and tossing it across my office.
How she forgave me for screaming and gifted me a painting that was going to be displayed in my home.
How she had me close my eyes and visualize a cabin in the mountains, creating so much inspiration that I came into the kitchen and turned those ideas into this.
Three main dishes that were so strong, they could be on any of my restaurants’ menus.
I held the side of her face, my fingers going across her ear and over her hair. “Since we came in here, I didn’t think about walking out once.”
“You didn’t scream either.”
“And I didn’t hate even a second of it.” I nodded toward her. “That’s because of you.”
She took a step closer. “I did what any sous chef would—that’s all.”
“I work with sous chefs every goddamn day, Alivia. I scream at all of them. So, that’s not true.” The blue of her eyes was fucking tugging at me. Goading me. “I don’t know what it is about you … but I want to cook for you.”
“That’s because you’re obsessed with feeding me.”
“That, yes.” I nodded. “But it goes deeper. You brought out something in me tonight. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.”
“That was my intention.” She leaned her body against mine, linking one of our hands. “What are you going to do about the event? Tonight went fabulously well, but what are you feeling in here.” With her other hand, she touched my chest. “It’s only that feeling that matters. Nothing else.”
I thought about her question. I really took each layer into consideration. This was a large undertaking. A full day of prep. Another full day of cooking. Press. Marketing. My name would be tied to the event and every mention of it. I also knew how big of a deal it would be for Alivia.
But the menu was only half the battle.
The cooking was an entirely different beast. Everything mattered. Every step, every detail, every ingredient.
“I’m going to do it,” I told her. “But the condition still applies, and that’s only if you do it with me.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I would love nothing more.”
“Are you sure about that? And are you sure you’re up for it?” I brushed several pieces of hair off her face, small ones that had fallen from the knot she’d woven on top of her head. “I’m not the nicest guy in the kitchen.”
“You were the sweetest, kindest gentleman tonight.” She smiled.
“Tonight was an exception.” I held her waist, pulling her into me, rubbing my hard-on against her. “Don’t get used to it.”
“It’s a good thing I kinda like the dick-ish side of you. You just have to make me one promise.”
“What’s that?”
“There won’t be any screaming.”
I grazed my nose over hers. “I promise.”
“Then, yes, I’m absolutely up for it.”
“Good.”
I kissed her. But I didn’t just press my lips against hers. I fucking ravished her mouth, and when I knew I was on the verge of wanting more, I tore my lips away.
“Mmm.” The sigh rumbled in my throat. “I love how you taste.”
There were so many parts of her I wanted to touch.
Her face—because of the way she was smiling.
I wanted to feel that grin under my goddamn fingertips.
Her neck—the skin there was so delicate and pure, and I couldn’t get enough.
Her curves, which had been coming in a little stronger and more defined.
When I wasn’t grasping them during the moments we were alone, I was fucking dreaming about them.
Ultimately, the curves won.
I slid my palms to her lower back, rounding across each hip, covering the delicious arches where they dipped toward her ass.
And that fucking ass.
“Alivia …” My mouth was on her neck, moving up her jaw, and to the spot just behind her earlobe. “Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?”
She cupped my dick over my pants. “You should feel how wet you’ve made me.”
“Show me.”
Her fingers didn’t leave. She kept them there, rubbing, rounding her thumb over my tip. “Before I do that … I want to do this.” She was undoing my button, tugging on my zipper, getting both to the point where she could lower my pants to my ankles, bringing my boxer briefs along for the ride.
I turned, pushing my back into the edge of the counter as she got on her knees. She kept eye contact as she moved into position, her nails dragging up and down the outside of my thighs. There was hunger in that stare. And tonight, it was the darkest I’d ever seen.
She took my tip into her mouth. Just that small amount of heat, mixed with a quick flick of her tongue, and I was already aching for more.
“Fuck yes,” I hissed.
I held both sides of her face. I needed the control. I needed to guide her actions. I needed to know the exact moment that my crown was going to hit the back of her throat.
And it was so fucking hot to watch. The way her lips swelled around me. The way her cheeks caved in from suction. The way her eyes stayed locked with mine.
She wanted to please me.
I could see that.
I could feel that.
And the way Alivia was taking me in, swiveling her hand around the base of my dick, lips bobbing over the top, told me she was doing everything in her power to make me come.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
At least not yet.
But I was going to enjoy a little bit more of this before I devoured her.
“Just like that,” I groaned.
Her hand was on my balls, the other on the bottom of my shaft, jerking me upward, meeting her mouth. She couldn’t take all of me in, but she took enough that the only things I felt were tongue and heat and saliva and a sucking that was suddenly drawing out an orgasm way too fast.
“Fuck me, baby. You are so fucking good at that.” I rocked my hips back, guiding her off me. “But I need your pussy.”
I kicked off my kitchen clogs, leaving my pants where they’d fallen on the tiles, and I pulled her into my arms, wrapping her legs around me.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
Her lips instantly found mine, and because I knew this space better than I knew the path to my own bedroom, I didn’t have to see where I was going as I carried her to my office.
I turned at the corner toward the back hallway and went through the doorway, bringing her behind my desk.
I kicked the chair out of the way and swiped my arm over the desktop, avoiding the keyboard and computer, but clearing a spot much larger than we needed, and I set her down.
And that was when I realized she was wearing far too many clothes.
“Get naked. Now.”
While she went for her pants, I pulled at her tie, loosening the knot enough that I could lift it over her head, and then popped the buttons of her shirt and slipped that off too.
There was no bra to deal with, and I was so fucking thankful for that.
When the bottom of her uniform was at the base of her hips, I yanked off her sneakers and peeled her pants down her legs, bringing her panties along, dropping it all on the pile on the floor.
“Get over here.”
As I slid her ass to the edge of the desk, her legs making their way around me again, she pumped my cock.
“Alivia … yes.”
“I’m dying … I need you.”
“Then put me inside you so I can fuck you.”
She aimed my tip down and leaned back just enough to give me an opening. My arms hooked behind her, and as soon as her wetness touched my skin, I thrust in.
“Goddamn it!”
I didn’t give a fuck that I’d screamed.
Because the second that came out of my mouth, she shouted, “Walkeeer,” and I knew it wasn’t an attempt to reprimand me—she was just feeling that good.
Every time I slid into her, it felt like the first. I couldn’t get over her tightness. Wetness. The way her pussy bore down on my shaft with each stroke, holding me like she didn’t want to let me go.
The shock of pleasure was so overwhelming.
I rested my forehead against hers. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Give me more.”
My thumb was tracing her nipple, and after every few rotations, I’d twist it. Pull it. Heal it with some softness before I did it all again.
But that was just with my hand. With my dick, I was even rougher.
“Ohhh.” She separated our faces and tilted hers back. “My God.”
The skin on her shoulder found its way between my teeth, and I bit. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but strong enough that I gave her the pain I knew she wanted. The pain she usually gave to me with her nails.
“Yes,” she cried.
I did it again on the center of her chest.
One final time on her nipple.
And when my fingers and mouth switched spots, trading tits, I dragged my teeth across the hardness, clamping down so that the tension would spike and the ache would awaken her senses.
Each time I went harder, her legs narrowed around my waist and the longest, “Mmm,” came from her lips.
“Do you still want more?”
She straightened her head to look at me. “Yes!”
“Be aware of what you’re asking for.” My hand gently slapped her clit.
“Ah!”
I suddenly felt nails. Sharp ones. They were stabbing my abs, and all that did was make me pump her harder.
I waited several strokes until I slapped her pussy again, earning me a, “Don’t stop, Walker!” Her voice was the loudest I’d ever heard. “Please, whatever you do, don’t stop!”
I couldn’t. Even if I wanted to.
Even if that meant we were going to come together.
I angled her hips higher, gaining more access to slam into her harder, to stroke in deeper, and instead of tapping her clit, I rubbed it.
“Oh fuck!” Her nails moved lower, until her hand was on top of mine, and she pushed against my fingers, controlling the way I touched her so we were now massaging her together. “Argh!”
With my other hand, I gripped the back of her head, and while I rocked into her, forward and back, as quickly as I could go, I twisted my hips at the same time.
The combination sent her spiraling.
“Walker!” she gasped. “Walker!”
It wasn’t just her sounds that told me she’d peaked. It was the way she was clenching me from the inside. How her wetness was thickening.
And as the tingles worked their way through my balls and out my dick, her wetness was mixing with my cum, and there was nothing hotter than that.
“Fuck me!”
The shudders exploded within us at the same time, our movements matching, our yelling competing. Her arms surrounded me, pulling us close. And the view I got? Fuck. Watching her unravel only made my orgasm that much better.
When her lips gradually found mine, her moans began to die out, her exhales the most satisfying finale.
I slowed until I went still.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “That was …”
“Indescribable. I agree.”
We were panting in each other’s face. Our hands touching, feeling, caressing. I still couldn’t get enough of her. Neither could my mouth, kissing her lips, her cheek, neck.
“Tell me you’re coming home with me, so we get to do this again.”
“I wish, but I can’t.” She let out a long breath. “I didn’t bring my uniform with me, and it doesn’t make sense, distance-wise, to go from your house to my place to the assisted living facility.”
I held the back of her neck, taking in those beautiful blue eyes. “Tomorrow night, then?”
“I promise.”