Page 49 of Open for Negotiation
He’s working slowly on the meat, carefully slicing and cubing, taking extra special care like he’s performing surgery.
“Are you thirsty? I’ve got some stuff for drinks.” I peer over his shoulder to watch him work.
“I’d love a drink. Just make me whatever you’re making yourself.”
“Even if it’s sweet and girly?”
“Especially if it’s sweet and girly.” He smiles. “I like to indulge in something smooth and sweet now and again, Scarlett.”
“That surprises me. I always took you for a brown liquor only type of man.” I pull a bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka from the freezer and a jug of limeade from the fridge.
“I do appreciate a nice scotch, but I’m not opposed to different things. Especially when I get to share them with a pretty lady.”
“That was cheesy, but I appreciate it.”
I add a few ice cubes to two small glasses then I pour the vodka in on a two count, then fill each to the top with the limeade.
I reach into the drawer to retrieve a metal straw to give the drinks a stir, but I’m stopped by his warmth encasing me from behind.
“You’re supposed to be chopping pancetta, sir, otherwise I won’t be able to feed you.”
He places gentle kisses across my shoulder and up to my ear. “Oh, baby, I’ll be fed. Don’t you worry.”
My eyes blink closed and I bite my lower lip as he does the same to the skin below my ear. My body contracts in anticipation at his wicked promise.
“Don’t make promises you won’t be keeping. I’ll hold you to them, you know?” I lean back against him, wanting as much of my body touching his as possible.
He brushes some of my hair that has fallen from my bun out of the way, leaving his access to the back of my neck completely unimpaired.
“You have these beauty marks back here.” He traces his finger along my hairline at the nape of my neck. “And I fucking adore them. They are sexy.”
“You like my beauty marks?”
“I do.” I can feel his hot breath between each kiss he places on them.
With my eyes still closed, I reach forward and clasp the now very cold glass in my hand, bringing it up and back, offering it to him.
“Your drink.”
“Trying to liquor me up?” he asks with a laugh, taking the glass.
“I think I’m trying to liquor us both up.”
“What is this?” He pulls my body back even closer to his, not letting me go as he tastes the drink. His free hand is placed gently across my belly, thumb brushing back and forth, up and down.
“It’s whipped cream flavored vodka and limeade.” I gasp a little when he slips his thumb under my top to touch the bare skin along the waistband of my shorts. “It’s supposed to taste like key lime pie.”
“Interesting,” he says before kissing my shoulder and taking a sip. I can hear the clinking of the ice against the glass and the sound of his throat bobbing up and down with his swallow.
“What do you think?” I press against him, resting my head back on his chest, angling my face toward his.
“Delicious.” He leans forward to place the glass back on the counter. “Like you.”
“You’ve never even tasted me. How could you know that I’m delicious?” I grind my ass back against him.
“You’re right, I haven’t.” He slips his fingers into the front of my shorts, gliding his entire hand in until he's completely cupping my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I gasp.
