Heat: A Bad Boy Chef Romance by Lila Moore Page A

would ruin her fun. She wanted to make you think I was fucking her.”
    “Out of revenge?”
    “Revenge and jealousy. You’re beautiful and talented. Gwen knows I like you. This is her way of destroying competition and hurting me.”
    “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
    Roche looked down shyly. I lifted her chin and kissed her without thinking. Her lips tasted of wine. I kissed her softly at first, then harder. Roche’s lips parted and her eyes closed. I ran my fingers through the length of her soft hair. I was trying to take things slowly, but that was proving difficult.
    Heat shot from the base of spine to my cock. Her pleasure was most important to me; it was going to take a lot of self-control to wait. I wasn’t sure I possessed the level of control it took to resist throwing Roche down and fucking her.
    I slid my hand up her dress and caressed the inside of her thigh. A whimper escaped her lips. The sound made me hard.
    I touched her lightly, running my fingertips over her skin before coming to her pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. I touched her clit and she gasped. I stopped kissing her so I could watch her moan. I rubbed her clit in circles, never changing pace. Most men mistakenly believe that when a woman is turned on by your touch that she wants you to amp up the intensity. I’ve learned that what they really want is to keep doing exactly what you’re doing.
    I waited for her to give me a sign to move on. I didn’t want her to cum yet, but I wanted her wet and begging for more.
    She grabbed my thigh as if she was looking for something to hold onto. I took her hand and brought it to my lips. I kissed her sweetly. She pulled free from my grip and unbuttoned my pants. Before I knew what was happening she had my cock in her mouth. She sucked greedily, moving her mouth up and down the shaft slowly.
    Roche took the length of my cock down her throat while flicking her tongue along the shaft. It felt amazing. Liquid heat shot through my cock. For a second I thought I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from cumming.
    I tried to think about anything other than Roche’s full, wet lips moving over my cock. I ran through recipes in my head and tried to recall the exact ingredients and measurement for various dishes. My mind was blank. It was like I’d never cooked a meal in my life.
    Roche’s hungry mouth moved quickly. With effort I pushed her away. I didn’t want to cum and leave her unfulfilled.
    I hiked her dress up around her waist. Roche spread her legs wide. Her tight, pink pussy was dripping wet. Lying flat on her back, she stared up at me with innocent eyes. She wasn’t an innocent girl. Far from it. She knew what she wanted and she went after it. I suddenly realized that’s why I was so drawn to her. We had more in common than either of us realized.
    Roche bit her lip; her hands gripped the bed sheets in anticipation. I positioned myself between her legs then leaned in close. I wanted to see her moan when my cock entered her. She didn’t disappoint.
    Roche’s mouth opened; her eyes closed. She threw back her head and cried out. I found myself moaning along with her as I pumped into her.
    She squeezed my cock, milking it for every drop. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. Roche writhed beneath me, matching my every stroke with the curve of her body. I couldn’t hold out any longer. The pressure building inside me was too much. With a quick thrust, I was deep inside Roche. I came inside her just as there was knock at the door.

Beatrix
     
     
     
     
     
    Stars danced in my vision. I could hear the sound of my moans echoing through the room. I didn’t recognize them as coming from me. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to regain control. My pussy throbbed with Moreau’s cum.
    For a time I watched Moreau’s muscular chest rise and fall. I needed to get cleaned up, but I didn’t want to leave the bed.
    “Are you expecting someone?” he asked.
    I had no idea what he was