Holy forking shittake mushrooms! Spencer Stark is kissing me out of my goddamn shoes.
Fuck, this man can kiss. Iknewhe would be a good kisser. I could murder him for choosing this moment though.
Now I have to sit through this whole event with a situation snaking down my thigh. There's no way this thing is going down until he takes me home and fucks the cum out of me.
Shit.
Now all I'm going to be thinking about is Spence pounding my ass... while kissing me. This is bad. I need to stop kissing him right now, but I can't. I have waited so long to feel his full lips on mine. My brain blips every time his tongue slides against mine, and he tastes so damn good.
I grab two handfuls of his ass and yank him closer to me, rub my erection against his thigh, and he groans. Pulling back from the kiss just slightly, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite gently. Spence tugs on my hair. His hands have been gripping the back of my head the whole kiss.
Unfortunately for me, we can't suck face in this hotel kitchen office all night. I break the kiss, but I'm not happy about it. We stand there a moment, smiling at each other like a couple of breathless goons. I throw my thumb over my shoulder, pointing toward the kitchen, and say, “I gotta—”
“Yeah, I should probably—” Spence responds. Clearly we're incapable of completing sentences right now.
“Kay,” I squeak.
“Good,” he nods. Neither of us move.
Finally, Spence frames my face in his hands and says, “Go be adorable showing them how to cook.” Then he drops his voice. “It's making me very fucking horny.”
“Spennnnnce,” I whine and he laughs. He gives me one last kiss, gentle and reverent. Then he moves past me and opens the office door. He steps through and I grab my hat off the floor where he tossed it. I turn to follow, but he stops, looks over his shoulder and says, “And Ryan?”
“Yeah, Spence?”
He looks pointedly at my chef's hat and says, “Bring the uniform home with you.”
I tilt my head back and groan. “Fuuuuck. You’re torturing me here.”
He winks and walks toward the exit.
I turn my attention back to the kitchen and clap my hands together. “Okay,” I say. “Where were we?”
Nobody answers.
Every single person just stares at me, blinking.
I scratch the back of my neck and let out a nervous laugh. “Was it that obvious?”
Bonnie cackles. Jacob snickers. The hotel’s head chef, Javi steps forward, shaking his head. “Go.”
“What?”
“Go enjoy the show,” he says. “We got this.”
I glance around the kitchen. Bonnie and Jacob are already shooing me away with both hands.
I look back at Javi. “Yeah? You sure?”
He smiles. “Ryan, we're about to serve anyway. You should get to watch the show.”
I grin and bump my fist against his. “Thanks, Jav.” Then I point at the THRIVE crew. “Behave. All of you.”
They immediately start making faces.
“I'm proud of you,” I add. That earns me a collection of smiles. I point at them one more time. “I'm serious.”
“Go!” Bonnie yells.
