Epilogue
NICCOLò
ONE MONTH LATER
I hummed to myself as I made breakfast after another enjoyable evening spent with Adler.
It almost felt insulting to call him my boyfriend when he was my everything now.
Our lives had effortlessly blended together since I had moved to Sunnyside to begin my new restaurant, Dolce Piccante, Sweet and Spicy.
It was the perfect homage to what had brought me to town in the first place.
Because I had been so focused on making Lucciola a success, I hadn’t realized how truly empty my life in Las Vegas had been. And now that I had Adler, I couldn’t imagine going back to such a joyless existence.
I turned when I heard him enter the kitchen. My heart stuttered at him wearing nothing but my white chef’s jacket and a coy smile. The coat looked oversized on his lithe frame, making me feel positively feral seeing him looking so small in the symbol of my pride embracing him.
It took a monumental effort not to shut off the stove and ravish him. “Is there some reason you’re trying my patience this morning, peperoncino?” Calling him my “little chili pepper” felt appropriate, given how our lives became entwined because of his Sweet Heat show.
He couldn’t keep the knowing grin off his face. He moved his hands to emphasize the sleeves were too long on him, which made my need to pounce on him even stronger. “Doesn’t this make you want to come over here and cream until stiff peaks form?” Adler joked.
The war between my desire to fuck him while he wore my chef’s jacket or feed him first reached a fevered pitch when he looked up at me through lowered lashes. He was the perfect picture of innocence that urged me to do untold, naughty things to him.
When I didn’t react, he shut off the fire on the stove.
“Is this hot enough for you, Chef?” Adler murmured, laying it on thick.
He parted the jacket to reveal his erection, wrecking my ability to think about anything else as he spread the small bead of precum over his tip.
“I think you need a taste test, don’t you? ”
How could he look so innocent while choosing violence? It never failed to stun and arouse me.
“You cocky little shit,” I growled, too turned on to resist his charm. “I’ll teach you how to properly handle meat. Come here.”
He bolted from me with a laugh, just because he knew I enjoyed giving chase.
I caught him around the waist, making him squeal with delight as I caged him against me, one hand holding his throat while I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth.
“You certainly got my attention.” I let my other hand trail down the jacket until I reached his arousal.
“If you want to play, then let’s play, my darling. ”
He turned in my hold, his eyes bright with a challenge. “Yes, Chef,” he said in a mocking tone. His defiance turned into a yelp when I gathered him in my arms and laid him out on the kitchen table.
I derived great pleasure from spreading his legs apart, allowing me to run my fingers down to tease his hole. The saucy minx was already lubed and ready for me, so I took full advantage of his preparation, knowing he had taken the necessary care for me not to hurt him.
I slid into him, setting a relentless pace right from the start. He writhed under me, the chef’s jacket spread open to reveal his beautiful body. With his flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and straining erection, he was the ultimate seduction I was powerless to resist.
He pushed all my buttons when he started jerking off, but I was gripping his hips too hard to help as I drilled him with enough force to move the table with a rough thrust.
“So, the million-dollar question is, do you want me to come on your chef’s whites, or will you kill me if I do?” Adler breathlessly asked with a cheeky grin that only made me fall in love with him even more.
I knocked his hand away, taking over with firm pumps of his cock that made him arch under me with a cry. “Do it.”
Considering his rebellious nature, Adler was always so quick to obey me, unless he was in the mood to act like a contrarian little shit. But this time, he climaxed at my command as I aimed to make sure his cum decorated my jacket like a badge of honor.
The sight drew my orgasm as I buried myself to the hilt and came inside him with a low moan.
Adler looked up at me with the same lazy satisfaction I felt after the explosive coupling. “That was a much better way to start the day than an omelet, don’t you agree?”
I could only laugh as he tugged me down for a kiss that was better than any food I had ever tasted in my life as a professional chef.