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it’s getting me hotter than I’ve ever felt before.
     
    “You want it, don’t you,” he says, grinding his thick erection into me. His hand moves up my arm from the mixing bowl to slide up and down my side, just barely grazing the underside of my breasts through my chef’s coat. “You want me to bend you over this table right here and fill you up with every inch of this cock don’t you, luv,” he murmurs, his thick accent like honey in my ear.
     
    “Mm-mm,” I shake my side to side, my eyes squeezed shut, not trusting myself to open my mouth.
     
    “Or maybe - maybe you’d want my tongue .” He leans close, his lips brushing my ear as just the tip of his tongue slides out to tease my earlobe. “I’ve got a wicked tongue, darling, but then, you already know that don’t you.”
     
    I remember that tongue. “Mm-mm, nope,” I say quickly and breathlessly, my eyes tightly shut as I shake my head. I’m melting right there in front of him; dripping into a puddle so quickly that I’m so close to saying and doing virtually anything he tells me to.
     
    Oliver chuckles lowly, as if reading my thoughts, “Just say the words, luv,” he growls into my ear.
     
    I whimper again as I feel him press his thickness against me, “ What words, ” I breath out.
     
    “You just have to ask me nicely, that’s all,” he says darkly in my ear.
     
    “ Uh-huh, ” I’m close to babbling, so close to just breaking down right here and begging him to fuck me like I’m dying for him to.
     
    “Just say ‘yes, chef’.”
     
    That. Fucking. Prick.
     
    I’m suddenly ripped from the free-fall I was in, and my eyes are wide and my focus is sharp as I whirl in his arms and glare up at him, “You asshole! ”
     
    He’s grinning; grinning like a jackass, like he knew how much that would tear me out of the moment. 
     
    “It’s just two words, sweetheart,” he says, smirking arrogantly at me. “Just say the words and I’ll do everything I just promised.” He leans close, “I’ll do everything to ease that ache I just know you’ve got in your knickers right this very moment.”
     
    But right there, my mind is set . Right there, I know without a doubt that I will not be yielding anything to this pompous prick, and I will most certainly and under no fucking circumstances be begging him to do anything to me.
     
    Ever.
     
    Yes, chef? Are you fucking kidding me?
     
    I want to punch him, or slap him again, or, or something to wipe that cavalier, swaggering smirk off his damn face. But instead, I only smile; I bite my tongue and I smile up at him as sweetly as I possibly can. 
     
    “Are you hard for me?” I breathe out, batting my eyes and biting my lip seductively at him.
     
    His brows shoot up for a second before he grins and starts to nod, “You know I am.”
     
    I smile bashfully, “And you want to taste my sweet little pussy?”
     
    A dark, hungry look comes over his face as his eyes flash fire at me, and his jaw tightens as he nods.
     
    “And you wanna bend me over this table and fuck this tight,” I lean closer, “ dripping wet, ” I reach up and trail a finger across his jaw and over his lips, “ perfect little pussy until I can barely walk?”
     
    Oliver growls then, grabbing my hands and pushing me back hard into the table as he leans into me, “You fucking know I do, Chloe.”
     
    I bite my lip and smile coyly, savoring this moment before I drop my bomb. And then, ever so slowly, I crane my head up and let my lips trail across his ear. 
     
    “Too bad,” I whisper, “Because you’re not going to, and I’m never going to ‘beg’ you for a single thing.”
     
    I would give almost anything for a camera at that exact moment, just to capture the look on his face as I push him back from me and start to step away, “Oh, and Oliver?” I smile sweetly at him as I start to step away before pointedly dropping my eyes to the huge bulge in jeans, “Good luck with that.”

 

     
    Jesus