“How long will all this take to cook?” I ask in a breathy voice.
“An hour,” he answers in a gravelly whisper. His hand tucks between my legs and I gasp, gripping the counter tight. “I love how my shirt looks on you. And how wet you still are.”
“This isn’t sanitary, Chase.”
“I’m not touching the food, and I’ll wash my hands when I’m done.”
He pulls the shirt up over my ass, grinding against it. Such a fucking brat, but I don’t want to stop him.
“And what time are Jamie and Lexi going to be here?”
“No idea. They have a key.” He makes a disapproving sound in my ear, adding, “I’m going to need to get you a step stool.”
“Why?”
“So I can bend you over this counter and fuck you properly.”
With a huff, I slam the knife down on the counter. I grab his hand, pulling it out from between my legs even though I don’t want to, and face him with a stern look. It’s the one I give to my students when I need them to know I mean business. He straightens up, but flashes me a wicked grin. Before I can say a word, he lifts me, spins me around, and drops me onto the other counter. I can’t stop the scream that comes out of me, or the giggles that follow.
“There, now you can look me in the eye when you give me the lecture that’s coming about distracting you while you have a knife.”
I roll my eyes and bite my lip. His big blue eyes sparkle at me as he licks his lips before dragging his bottom lip through his teeth. I wonder what Lexi and Jamie will think if they come in and I’m on the counter, impaled on that big dick of his. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him to me while my arms go around his neck so I can play with his soft hair. “I could lecture you, and you’d like it, but I have a better idea.”
Our mouths collide and he’s grinding against me when his hand slips up my shirt, cupping my breast and squeezing. “Fuck, I need you, Ren. I thought I could wait, but I can’t. I need to worship you, to be inside you. Why don’t we go back upstairs and you show me what you packed in that bag of yours?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I breathe against his mouth between kisses. I’m not sure we’re going to stop, but this might at least slow us down. “We get the food ready, and you and I will go back upstairs.”
“Stay the night,” he moans, pinching my nipple until it’s pebbled, still kissing and grinding against me. Out of nowhere, he whispers, “Tie me up and make me yours?”
The thought of his hands bound to the bedposts makes me shiver, but his shoulders stiffen as the words come out, and he pushes away from me.
“I’m sorry…that came out weird, huh?” He swallows hard, avoiding eye contact and shuffling back over to the sink. “I didn’t mean…never mind.”
“Chase?” My fingers dance over his tight arm as he scrubs his hands, but he doesn’t respond. “Look at me, handsome boy.”
He turns his head, but can’t quite meet my stare. I expect Pongo to be at his side any second now, but this might not be his anxiety. He’s embarrassed. I reach up and cup his face.
“Honey, you don’t have to be embarrassed about wanting to experiment. Not around me,mi lindo cachorro. Never in front of me.” He nods while my thumb slides over his pouty bottom lip and I smile at him. “Let’s finish cooking, so I can give you a present.”
“P-present?” he stutters as I play with his hair. “You brought me a present?”
I pull him down and kiss the tip of his nose, watching the lopsided grin come back to his cute face. “I’ll let you pick out one toy for me to use before dinner.”
“Damn it. You’re making it hard to get things done around here.” He grabs my face in his giant hands, pulling me into a kiss that curls my toes and nearly has me melting onto the floor. He whispers as he pulls away, “I’m suddenly very, very hungry again.”
We hurry to finish prepping, even though it’s him doing the work and giving me tips while I sit on the counter and feed him blueberries. The tension and the rain clouds have melted away and the ease of talking to him returns. I’m in the kitchen of a movie star’s house, but it feels more and more like home every time I’m here. Like I’m supposed to be here.
So, why am I pushing it all away so hard?
The logical side of my brain knows better. It’s a horrible idea for us to be together, even just fucking around, because that’s how people mess up and get caught. I’ve got too much on the line—my career and my reputation—to let one silly man ruin it for me just because of what his tongue can do. Or because he’s cute. Or sweet. Shit, he’s damn near perfect.
My heart wants me to let him ruin every part of me. But my brain knows he’ll grow tired of me. He’ll find some cute little Hollywood girl that the press will fawn over. We’ll drift apart, and I’ll go back to my robots and kink clubs. I understand robots more than I understand most people anyhow. Robots won’t stomp on my sandcastle and remind me I’m not a princess. Computers won’t break my heart.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, putting the leftover ingredients into the fridge.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” I shake the thoughts of heartbreak out of my head for now, determined to enjoy this while I can.
After I dry the last knife and put it back on the rack, I lead him upstairs with Pongo and Lulu following close behind. They jump up into the bed, but instead of chasing them off so we can have our playtime, Chase pulls me into the bed.
