Thankfully, just as my balls are dragging between my legs and my orgasm so close, I know I can’t stem the tide much longer, she arches her back, her pussy clutching so hard at my cock that I have no choice but to join her. I come with a deep groan I know is way too fucking loud, but I can’t care about that when she’s making sexy, coming sounds beneath me and her inner walls are pulsing around me like she’s never going to let me go.
Like we’ll just have to stay like this—naked and entangled—for the rest of our lives.
And honestly…that doesn’t sound bad. Not bad at all.
Apparently, she’s thinking similar thoughts. As she’s catching her breath, she turns her head and says, “We can’t do this at work. No matter how much fun it would be to bang on my desk and down in the storage room by the potatoes and against your locker after hours.”
I smile as I brush her hair to one side and press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “We could pretend we’re back in high school, having a forbidden quickie in the halls between classes.”
She makes an appreciative sound low in her throat but shakes her head. “No, we can’t. Even though that fantasy is totally hot. Nearly as hot as the one where you bend me over my desk and spank me for being such a miserably bossy boss.”
“You’re a great boss,” I say honestly, “but I could spank you for not having your purse organized, so you can find your EpiPen without digging through a ton of junk first.”
“Or spank me for not getting my prescription refilled yet. Maybe sex in my office would be okay. There is a lock on the door, after all,” she says, the hopeful note in her voice so cute I can’t help but laugh. “No, don’t laugh,” she says, even as she giggles along with me. “That’s going to make you slide out, and I want to keep you inside of me forever.”
“I want to be inside you forever, but probably not the safest call since you aren’t on any other birth control.”
“True and wise,” she says. “And I have to pee, so I don’t get a UTI. Can you point me toward your bathroom?”
“Right through there,” I say, pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room. “It’s just a sink and a toilet, though. If you want to shower, we’ll have to sneak into the main bathroom down the hall.”
“And why would I want to shower?” she asks as she eases off the bed. “When I’m covered with all these delicious sex smells?” She sighs as she gathers her hair into a ponytail with her hands, making her breasts jut out in a way that makes me wish I could draw. If I could, I would draw her just like this—naked and natural and unselfconsciously sexy as hell. “I’d almost forgotten I could feel that way. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” I say. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
She grins. “So, you will worship me as the Goddess of Sex for the rest of your life?”
“For the rest of my life and whatever comes next,” I promise. “I’ll still be worshipping your Sex Goddess self when I’m a horny ghost haunting the world-famous restaurant I’m going to open in my thirties.”
“Perfect.” She leans over to press a kiss to my lips before moving toward the bathroom, pausing in the door to turn back and whisper, “Don’t put clothes on, okay? I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, propping my hands under my head and stretching out on the rumpled sheets, happier than I’ve been in years. Maybe…ever.
Sex…
Who knew?
Well, just about everyone, if the love songs are anything to judge by, but it’s even better than they led me to believe.
Because it’s her, I’m guessing—my girl, my Natalie.
The reasonable voice in my head warns that she isn’t mine yet and that sex hormones are the reason words like “love” and “forever” are zipping around in my head on little cupid wings, but I ignore it. This is so much more than chemistry or hormones. This is the real deal, a fact Natalie proves when she emerges from the bathroom moments later and lies back down beside me, snuggling close as she whispers, “You’re my favorite, Chef Brennan.”
“Same, Chef Natalie,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Same, and a big side of peach and goat cheese cobbler.”
She hums as she lifts her chin, claiming my lips for a kiss. “You shouldn’t have mentioned the cobbler. Now I’m thinking about how talented you are, and it’s making me want more. There’s nothing hotter than talent, Cameron, except maybe your cock. It’s really, really fabulous.”
Grinning, I say, “Thank you. It’s at your service any time.”