Chapter 5
Meg
The heat between us burns so hot I’m practically incinerated the moment his tongue touches mine.
He tastes of pumpkin and coffee, sugar and spice, and something extra. Something so fucking addicting that I can’t stop.
I’m tangled in him, tearing his flannel from his body and pushing him toward the storage cupboard, away from the windows and nowhere near my pies. The shelves rattle when he bumps against them, and he laughs.
“Easy, chef. We’ve got some time.”
“I don’t know if you noticed, Alexei, but I don’t go easy. I go hard. I go fast. And right now, that’s how I want it. Can you keep up or not, big boy?”
“Bozhe,” he breathes, bending to recapture my mouth. This time, it’s a fight for control as he gives as good as he gets, teeth and tongues warring for dominance until he turns us and pins me against the shelves. With one tug on my hair tie, he undoes my messy bun and my hair falls around my face.
“You’re so beautiful, Meg.”
He nibbles his way across my jaw, sucks my earlobe between his teeth and growls in my ear.
“And you can order me around in the kitchen all day long, my sweet little chef, but when it comes to this—I like to be in control.”
I gasp when he undoes my apron with one hand. Looping it over my head, he flings the fabric aside and rakes his gaze over my curves.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you, Meg, I wanted to get my hands on your curves. If you’re going to let me have a taste, then let me fucking savor it.”
My chest heaves with every breath. I’ve had lovers before, but not one that’s ever wanted to take command back. The idea of it makes my nipples tighten and my pussy slick with need.
“I don’t know if I’m good at following orders,” I murmur.
“You don’t need to be good at following orders.” His words are spoken against my skin. “Just be my good girl and take whatever pleasure I want to dole out. Understand?”
I don’t answer because I’m on fucking fire as his hand loosens the knot in my shirt and slips under to clamp around my breast. I gasp and arch, every part of me aching when he flicks open my bra and his thumbs coast over my nipple in a deliberate teasing brush.
“Yes or no, sweetheart? Say the word.”
“Fuck yes.”
His mouth curves in a wicked smile as he exposes my breast and bends his head to draw one tight tip into his warm mouth. My head presses back against the shelf, and I moan at every lash of his tongue, every skilled squeeze of his hands.
I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him up for another kiss that burns away all resistance, all sense. Because the next thing I know, he’s holding me flush against his body, and I feel the length of him dig into my stomach.
“Is that all you, Alexei? Or are your jeans doing you any favors?”
He chuckles, releasing my ass to slip a finger over the hot, clothed seam of my sex. The caress sends me spiraling, and I buck my hips to chase his touch.
“You want to see my cock, sweetheart?”
“No, sweetheart. I want to fucking ride it to kingdom come.”
“Try my face first,” he says, smiling as he drops to his knees before me and yanks my leggings and ruined panties down to my ankles.
I can’t stop the moan that spills from my lips when he bends me over a waist-high stack of flour sacks, and spreads me open to his gaze.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says, tracing the swollen lips of my pussy as I squirm. “Already wet and ready for me.”
“Please,” I gasp, bracing myself against the wall. “I need—I need—”
Then, his mouth is there, exploring my folds and circling my clit.
I’m melting on his tongue, coming apart at the seams as he feasts on me.
“My little chef tastes so fucking good. Better than any pie.”
Then he licks a long, hot stripe up my center, and I’m so overheated, I might combust before I ever feel him split me open.
Bending at the waist, I glance over my shoulder and watch as his eyes burn with desire and I realize I could let him keep going, or I can push him to give me what I really want.
And that’s all of him.
Reaching back, I slide my fingers over my slit and watch as his nostrils flare and he palms himself to ease his ache.
“You gonna fuck me, baby? Or, am I gonna have to do it myself?”
He growls and swats my hand away, then sinks his teeth into one ass cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to turn up the heat between us even more.
I cry out when his fingers slip over my heat and delve deep. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Give it to me good.”
“I see now. You like being naughty.” Dark amusement lights up his tone as he stretches me with his fingers.
“Yessss,” I hiss. “If you want me to behave, you’re gonna have to make me.”
“If that’s how you like it, little chef, then that’s how we’ll do it.”
“I told you already, Alexei. Go hard.”
Then he mutters a Russian curse as his open palm comes down hard on my ass. The loud smack echoes across the room, and I quiver around his fingers, my pussy flooding with heat. He fills me, stretches me, praises me until I’m needy and gasping.
“More,” I pant, “Give me more, Alexei. Give me you.”
His breathing is ragged, his voice rough. “If I do that, sweetheart, I’m yours. You understand? I don’t… this isn’t something I do.”
“What?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light as I flip over and press a kiss to his lips. “You don’t often fuck women in their bakery cupboards?” I laugh a little. “Honestly, until today, it’s not something that’s happened to me either.”
Those big chocolate eyes search mine, and he says, “I mean I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
I shake my head no, and his eyes slide shut. A quick flicker of pain crosses his face, but I reach for his belt with trembling fingers.
“What are you doing, Meg?” He grabs hold of my hands, stops me from undoing his pants.
“I… I want to do this. I want to feel you bare inside me.” Then, I glance up. “I’m clean and on birth control, so if you want me still. You can have me.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, his hands still over mine. I think maybe I’ve said the wrong thing. Until he clears his throat and says, “I’m clean, too. But are you sure you trust me with this? With you?”
I think I’d trust Alexei with my fucking heart, but I don’t tell him that. I just nod.
“Yes or no, sweetheart?” he asks, making quick work of the button and fly of his jeans. He pauses with his hands fisted on his hips, and when I lift my gaze to his, I say the only thing my heart wants me to say.
“Fuck yes.”
Then he drops his pants and underwear to the floor, and suddenly, I’m hungrier and needier than ever.
Because what Alexei’s packing is a pretty, thick, pierced cock.