Mirepoix (A Recipe Of Love Book 1) by Paige Conners

and sinks down gracefully. Instinctively my legs go to either side of him so that I’m straddling his waist and can feel his hard cock between us. I rock my hips forward trying to gain more contact when he grabs them in his strong hands holding me completely still. I whimper in frustration wanting more of him.
    “No. As much as it surprises me, you mean more to me already than any temporary pleasure we might gain. Now let’s figure this out so that I can bury my cock inside you so deep we both forget my name. Now the way I see it we have some explosive chemistry that I would love to explore. I already care about you and can only see it getting stronger the more I’m around you. I can tell you now I’m an overprotective bastard when it comes to the people I care about, so expect me to be hounding you to make sure you’re good. I need to know what your triggers are so that I can do what I can to avoid them and make sure everyone else does too.”
    He spits this out while rubbing his thumbs across the front of my hips while his fingers dig into my ass. He seems to be forcing himself to hold me at bay which makes me feel better. I wouldn’t want to be alone in my suffering. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s actually tripping one of my good triggers at the moment. The idea of how strong he is and how he can maneuver my body however he wants has me ready to beg.
    “I have most of it under control, and I don’t know how to explain it so it makes sense. I always feel like people are judging me and finding me lacking. As long as I stay out of the spotlight or situations where I know people are judging me I’m fine. If I do start feeling like I’m being judged I automatically assume I’m a disappointment, or they can see all my flaws. Then I start spiralling and think everyone finds me lacking and hates me. I can have panic attacks over it and that’s the worst. Normally logic and pain can snap me out of it and force me to respond logically instead of emotionally. I’ll probably doubt how you feel about me or what you think of me and drive you crazy.” Apparently getting depressed thinking of how I would never be able to keep a man like him works like a bucket of ice water to my libido.
    “Ok, so you need constant reminding of how amazing you are, that’s not a problem. I can’t read your mind though, so you have to tell me when I hurt you or when you have doubts so that I can talk through them with you. My worry is how many hours I work, I know that you’re aware how long of a day I have to put in. I also work most holidays, so we won’t be able to have traditional holiday celebrations but we can figure out a way to celebrate if it’s important to you.” He’s still holding me still so he must have felt me jolt over him bringing up holidays that are months away. “Yes, I hope this works out well enough that we have to figure out holidays that are months from now. You’re always welcome at the shop but I know you understand if we’re in the weeds I can’t stop, it doesn’t mean you’re not important to me though. Also if you have any ideas please tell me, don’t assume that I’m not interested in your opinion, I may not always be able to implement them or agree on them but I always want to hear them. Do you have any questions or triggers I need to watch for?”
    “No questions right now since I’m stuck in a cedar wood haze but I reserve the right to ask them at a later point in time when they randomly pop into my mind. Don’t ignore my text messages for more than 12 hours. I understand you’re busy and how important your career is to you but if you go more than 12 hours, I’ll think you’re mad at me and I did something wrong.” I tell him as I am sneakily moving my hands closer to his belt buckle, he chuckles when I mention the haze. I really need to work on developing a mouth filter. Right as I reach my destination and am about to declare victory I find my hands captured and held behind my