When Quentin finally whispered,“Now,”Lexi’s inner muscles tightened around him, clenching and spasming as pleasure tore through her.
Quentin slanted his mouth over hers, smothering the wild cry she’d been unable to hold back. A moment later he shuddered deeply, coming in a rush of scalding heat that flooded her womb. Locked together, chests heaving, bodies trembling, they stared at each other.
From outside the door, one of the students speculated, “Maybe we’re not supposed to be in the kitchen today.”
“I could have sworn we were,” another voice spoke up. “But maybe not. The holiday break’s still throwing us off.”
“Let’s go see if she’s in the classroom.”
Lexi held her breath, waiting to see if any stragglers would remain behind. When the room grew mercifully silent, she exhaled a deep sigh of relief and whispered a prayer of undying gratitude.
Chuckling softly, Quentin gave her a quick kiss, then unwrapped her legs from his waist and set her back down on the floor.
As they hurriedly fixed their clothes, Lexi shot him a dark glance. “I amsogonna kill you for this,” she hissed.
“Why? You didn’t get caught.”
“I could have!”
“But you didn’t.” He grinned. “It’s a sign.”
“Of what?”
“That we’re meant to be together.”
She scowled, yanking down her chef’s jacket. “Because we didn’t get caught having sex at my workplace?”
“Exactly.” His eyes glimmered with mischief. “It also means we can make this a new Friday ritual.”
“I don’t think so!”
Quentin laughed, dark and wicked.
Without conscious thought Lexi reached up to straighten his silk tie. He ran a hand over her hair, smoothing down the disheveled strands as he smiled into her eyes. “What time is dinner tonight?”
Her lips twitched. “Don’t push your luck.”
Grabbing his hand, she tugged him toward the door. She opened it a crack and peeked out just to make sure the coast was really clear. Seeing the empty kitchen, she crept out of the pantry with Quentin in tow.
“Now get out of here before my students come back,” she told him, trying to shoo him out the door.
He didn’t budge.
“What now, Quentin?” she whined in exasperation.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“About what?”
“Dinner.”
She heaved a resigned sigh. “Fine. Be at my house at seven.”
Leaning down, he captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss that liquefied her bones. As she sighed and swayed into him, he drew back and winked at her. “I’ll be there at six.”
And then he turned and sauntered out the door, whistling so cheerfully that Lexi could only shake her head and laugh.
Chapter 15
