18. Phoenix
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PHOENIX
W atching Aspen work has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Aside from watching her bend over in those fuck-me black pants she has on, her confidence and elegance in this space is unmatched. She’s a god damn dream, and I’m not sure I’ve ever worked harder just to make sure I wasn’t letting her down.
Refilling salad?
Check.
Need more bread?
Already done.
Daydreamed about bending her over the stainless steel workbench and eating her sweet pussy on my knees?
That one had forced me to readjust my dick.
Twice.
“Oh, Aspen,” Mrs. Gardner says while holding both of Aspen’s hands in hers, “thank you so much for tonight. It was perfect.” She beams and a sense of pride fills my chest at the praise for my girl.
Because she is mine—whether she’s still mad at me or not. I’m not letting her go.
Not when I haven’t had her yet.
“It’s our pleasure,” I hear Aspen say, and I offer Mrs. Gardner a rehearsed—and approved—smile that has her blushing, and not just from the drinks tonight.
“Oh! Will you come out into the hall, Aspen? We have a little something for you, and a couple of the ladies were wondering if you have a card…”
Their voices trail off as they disappear through the swinging door, and I get to work cleaning the dishes and trays before stacking them on the workbench and wiping down the space.
“Well,” Aspen says with the wave of a champagne bottle and a little laugh as she walks back into the kitchen, “those ladies are quite spirited out there.”
“The holidays will do that to you,” I say, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms over my chest. Her gaze latches on to my forearms and the tattoos peeking out from under my shirt sleeve. “Eyes are up here, baby,” I taunt, and now Mrs. Gardner isn’t the only one blushing in my presence.
“Can’t be helped. You’re just that distracting.”
“How much longer until I have your full attention?” I ask, the question low and gravelly even to my own ears.
Aspen licks her lips and holds out an envelope. “They gave us a tip and,”—she pauses and I physically have to hold back from saying I’ve got a tip for you —“I want Thai and to drink this champagne on the couch.”
“And then?”
“And then we’ll see if you’re impressive enough to get another shot.”
“I’m feelin’ good about my odds.”
“Must be the shirt,” she says with a wink, and I grin.
“Must be.”
“Shit,” Aspen says as she parks the Taste of Magnolia in her driveway and kills the engine. “I have to grab something out of the back, then we can go inside.”
I nod, because I’m too keyed up to do anything else. Whether she meant to or not, her hand had found my thigh on the way home, the featherlight touch driving me damn near the brink of insanity.
The cool night air does nothing to curb the way my body craves her. I know the second we’re inside she’s going to strip out of her clothes, and I just can’t let her do that without a taste.
Opening the back door, she climbs in, and leaving the champagne and takeout on the ground behind me, I follow her in and slam the door. She startles, whirling around as my hands cup her face and my mouth crashes over hers.
She moans, the sound reverberating around the enclosed space as I maneuver us until her back is pressed to the door.
“You were so damn sexy tonight,” I breathe as I kiss and lick my way down her neck, my hand snaking up under her sweater to cup her breast. “Tell me I can. Fuck, Baby, I’ll beg if I have to.”
She tries to laugh but it comes out as a whimper when I pinch her nipple and thrust my tongue back into her mouth. I’ve never needed anyone like this before—like she’s the air I need to breathe.
“Aspen.”
“Yes.”
Grinning against her lips, I fumble with the button and the world’s smallest zipper, just stopping myself before I rip them open—much to her amusement.
“Turn around and put your hands on the door.” She complies and watches me over her shoulder as I drop to my knees, dragging the black material of her pants with me. “Fuck—look at you. I’ve been thinkin’ about this all night.”
Cupping and kneading the globes of her ass, I’m mesmerized, my palm coming down on one cheek, her gasp turning into a moan as I hook my fingers in her thong and slide it down her thighs.
“Step back for me. That’s it, now spread your legs wider, just like that.” She does and her compliance only fuels the inferno raging inside me as I grip her ass cheeks and lick her slit like a starved man. She screams, her nails scraping against the metal door as she pushes back into me.
Aspen’s body responds to every lick, nip, and thrust of my mouth, tongue, and fingers, her juices dripping down my chin as I eat her with abandon and she chants my name.
Holding her still, I unleash every carnal desire, every feral urge to claim and mark and devour her until she’s screaming and thrashing as she comes all over me.
“Oh my God, I can’t move,” she mumbles against the door where’s she collapsed against it, her backside pink from my hands and mouth.
“Let’s get you inside,” I hum, righting her clothes and spinning her to face me. She’s stunning, her face flushed and her pupils wide as her pink lips fall open. Taking the invitation, I slant my mouth over hers and let her taste how divine she is.
She moans, and I can’t help it when my hands grip her ass and I pull her up my body. Aspen’s legs wrap around me as her arms come around my neck.
“I just wanted a taste,” I admit as she grinds her hips against my aching cock, the friction almost too much to take.
“It’s never felt that good.”
“Just wait till my dick’s inside you—I promise it’s better.”
“Yes.”
“Here?”
“House.” She pants, kissing her way along my jaw and teasing my earlobe between her teeth. “I want to be hot and sweaty and bent into a pretzel as you rearrange my organs.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.” I chuckle but it’s short-lived as she licks down the column of my throat.
“Now, Phoenix.”
Well hell, looks like I was wrong. Bossy Aspen is definitely the sexiest.