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A few seconds later, I glanced over skeptically as she added a pinch of sugar to the pot.
“Sugar?” I asked. I should know better by now than to question her methods, but I was reminded of the too-sweet jarred sauces sold in the supermarket.
“It makes all the flavors pop,” she said, nudging me with her hip. “Trust me.” I smiled down at her.
“With my life,” I said. She glanced up, and when her gray eyes found mine, I saw emotion swirling there. I dropped the forks and reached for her. “What is it?” She shook her head and brushed me off, taking a fresh spoon from the drawer to taste the sauce like she was in a professional kitchen instead of just making dinner for the two of us. Her attention to detail and quality never wavered. Seemingly satisfied, she turned off the burner and untied her apron. I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her close, holding her in place until she looked at me again.
“It’s nothing, really. Just…work. Ronnie isn’t picking it up as quickly as I hoped she would and Thacker is pissed, but I can’t stand the thought of starting over with yet another sous chef. At a certain point, we have to just commit to someone and do our part to teach them how the kitchen runs.” I nodded, doing my best to focus and not get distracted by her pouty lips or her low-cut tank top. As soon as I heard that it was something to do with work, I relaxed and went into supportive boyfriend listening mode. She was always having trouble at the restaurant, especially with her asshole boss. That’s why it was so important for me to be her safe harbor in the storm.
“Did you tell him that?” I asked. She sighed and nodded.
“I guess he’s issued a stay of execution. For now.”
“Good.” I leaned down to kiss her temple, then her cheek. She melted against me, lifting her lips to mine.
Dinner forgotten, I lifted her up, placing her on the counter’s edge at a safe distance from the pot of sauce. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down to her level for another scorching kiss. While I sucked on her tongue, my hands fumbled with the button on her pants. Finally, I got it to slip free and I stepped back, peeling her jeans off. I tossed them aside and smiled down at her. Beside her was a cutting board with vegetables for the salad we were going to have. Including a large, thick cucumber. My smile turned twisted as I reached for it.
“You already washed this, right?” I asked, gripping it firmly and giving it a once-over.
“Yeah…why?” Hope asked. I stepped toward her. “What are you doing?”
I lowered the cucumber between her legs, nudging her clit through her panties and then using it to push the flimsy fabric aside.
“Jamie!” she squealed as she felt the cool tip against her hot pussy.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I teased, leaning down to catch her bottom lip between my teeth. She groaned, relaxing into me. I notched the tip of the cucumber down, pressing it to her entrance. When she squirmed her hips, I pushed it inside her.
She gasped, breaking the kiss and bracing her hands on the counter behind her as I worked another inch of the big vegetable into her tight little hole.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured. She was panting as I sank the cucumber deeper inside her. “That’s my good girl. You can take it.” I knew not to go too deep. I kept a firm grip on the last few inches, using the tapered end to fuck her gently on the counter. She spread her legs wider, raising her hips and taking it all the way to my fist. I held it inside her, levering it so it pushed against her G-spot. She mewled like a kitten. “Such a dirty girl,” I grinned. She gazed up at me with hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip. I pulled the cucumber almost all the way out of her and then plunged it all the way back in until her clit was grinding against my thumb. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips bucked forward. “So fucking hot.”
I pulled the cucumber out again and watched it shimmer in the overhead light. Then I pushed it in, hard and fast. Her jaw dropped and she stared at me as I pulled it out, shoved it in, pulled it out, shoved it in, stretching her for my cock. When I couldn't take another second of not being inside her, I slowly eased the cucumber out and tossed it in the sink. Then I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Her body was hot and small and soft against mine. I groaned as I fell forward onto the bed, trapping her between me and the mattress. Her legs were still locked around my waist. I leaned in, grinding my painfully hard bulge between her legs. When I broke the kiss, she was gasping.
Ducking my head, I feathered kisses across her stomach. A little further down, I pressed a kiss into each of her delicious hip dips as she moaned and trembled and fisted her hands in my hair.
Her natural scent was like fresh apples sprinkled with cinnamon. Sharp and sweet. I buried my nose in her skin and breathed deeply. When she raked her fingers through my hair and gave it a gentle tug, I raised my eyes to hers.
“Have you really fantasized about…sharing me?” she asked, so quietly that I almost didn’t hear. I stared at her then, trying to decide how I should answer that question. As I always did where Hope was concerned, I settled on the truth.
“Yes,” I said simply, my cock jumping against the mattress. I did my best to keep a straight face as my mind played a carousel of filthy images. Her eyes studied mine.
“You’re not jealous at the thought of watching me have sex with another man?”
I paused, giving her question serious consideration. I was in love with her, there was no question about that. I wanted to marry her and give her all my babies. I saw blind red rage at the thought of anyone hurting her, or taking advantage of her. But another man making her come…?
“No, I’m not jealous,” I said. “Is it something you think you’d want to try?”
She was quiet as I ducked my head again to kiss her burning skin. My eyes flicked to hers to gauge her reaction and I saw the blush on her cheeks deepening. I bit my lip and pushed her legs wide, pinning them up by her shoulders as I pressed my face into her panties and roughly licked her through them.
She cried out at the warm, wet sensation. I lifted my lips just enough to speak.
“Answer me, Hope.” When she still didn’t say anything, I grabbed her ankles and raised her legs straight up, resting her heels on my chest as I reached under her and pulled her panties to her knees. I left them there, gripping the damp fabric in the middle and using it to pin her thighs to her stomach. Then I gazed down at her, her beautiful flushed face. Her pretty pink pussy on display.
Finally, she spoke up.
“Yes,” she whispered.
