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Authors: Dani Evans, Okay Creations
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your…” he inhales and I’m pretty sure he’s smelling me, before he continues. “… Cooking skills.”
“Then you’ll be disappointed. Better choose something easy because I’m no Chef Ramsey.”
“No?” he asks, surprise in his voice.
“Um. No. Not unless you like a big juicy wiener.” I giggle.
Jax leans into me further, his lips so close to my ear I can feel his breath. “I’ve got one of those and it’s already thick and hot.” He nips my ear and god! He’s so bold it’s sexy. “All it needs is a little lip smacking goodness.”
He chuckles and continues. “Or a warm bun to crawl into.”
I elbow him. “You have a dirty mind.”
“You have no idea,” he says and licks my ear before he sits back and takes the menu from me. “I’ll pick something easy.”
Jax orders the meal we will be cooking.
A male waiter wearing a black three-piece suit with a tie that has vegetables imprinted on it steps in. He’s carrying a big metal tray covered with an equally sized lid.
“Good evening,” he greets us as he sets the tray on the counter. “Can I get you something to drink while you prepare your meal?”
“A bottle of Dom Perignon” Jax says.
“A bottle of Dom Perignon coming right up,” the waiter repeats and escapes the room.
“Isn’t that expensive?” I ask, never having tasted wine before, but I think my parents have that in their wine collection. My father once mentioned they preferred the more expensive kind.
“Believe me, there are a lot more expensive wines, but I think you will like this one,” Jax says as he nudges me out of the velvety booth.
I step up to the metal table and remove the lid from the tray. “Fajitas?” I ask as I look at the ingredients.
Jax slips behind me, his front to my back, cheek resting against mine as he says, “Yes, steak fajitas. Do you think you can manage chopping up some tomatoes, green peppers, and onions, wiener girl?” I feel his smile against my cheek.
The waiter returns before I can respond. Jax steps to my side and begins pulling spices and olive oil out of the shelf.
The waiter sets the fancy bottle and two wine glasses on the table at our booth and leaves us to our cooking duties.
We work together harmoniously chopping and slicing our dinner. Jax works the grill and I can’t help but watch him. He’s tosses, flips and marinates the steak, peppers, and onions expertly. Then he throws in some spices, stirs it a bit, then swipes it onto a heated plate.
I turn before he can catch me staring at him and begin slicing tomatoes. I startle a bit when Jax steps up behind me. His hands find my hips, sliding seductively forward, his breath on my neck, he uses his chin to brush my hair out of the way, licks my neck… up, down… nibbles… drags his lips and teeth over my jaw… fingers sliding across the low-rise of my jeans, toward the button, but he teases with his fingers finding the flesh of my belly. Gently moving them higher, his breathing hitches. His body is flush against mine causing my heart rate to spike. I know his is too. I can feel it thudding on my shoulder. He cups my breasts, thumbs sliding along the sides of my bra, butterflies flipping inside my stomach, and oh how I want him to keep touching me, to strip me bare and—
Jax steps away from me and grabs the plate of food. “It’s a bit hot in here but the food is getting cold.”
A bit embarrassed that I didn’t stop him first, I grab the cold plate and the tortillas and follow him to the booth. After setting the contents in my hands on the table, I purposely slide into the seat opposite of Jax. He grins devilishly at me as if he knows what his touch was doing to me. Tease!
OUR DINNER WAS fantastic. I’m so full and a little tipsy after the third glass of Dom that I polished off.
Jax pushes our plates aside and leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his folded hands. He stares at me intently as he speaks. “So tell me, Timber, are you
“Then you’ll be disappointed. Better choose something easy because I’m no Chef Ramsey.”
“No?” he asks, surprise in his voice.
“Um. No. Not unless you like a big juicy wiener.” I giggle.
Jax leans into me further, his lips so close to my ear I can feel his breath. “I’ve got one of those and it’s already thick and hot.” He nips my ear and god! He’s so bold it’s sexy. “All it needs is a little lip smacking goodness.”
He chuckles and continues. “Or a warm bun to crawl into.”
I elbow him. “You have a dirty mind.”
“You have no idea,” he says and licks my ear before he sits back and takes the menu from me. “I’ll pick something easy.”
Jax orders the meal we will be cooking.
A male waiter wearing a black three-piece suit with a tie that has vegetables imprinted on it steps in. He’s carrying a big metal tray covered with an equally sized lid.
“Good evening,” he greets us as he sets the tray on the counter. “Can I get you something to drink while you prepare your meal?”
“A bottle of Dom Perignon” Jax says.
“A bottle of Dom Perignon coming right up,” the waiter repeats and escapes the room.
“Isn’t that expensive?” I ask, never having tasted wine before, but I think my parents have that in their wine collection. My father once mentioned they preferred the more expensive kind.
“Believe me, there are a lot more expensive wines, but I think you will like this one,” Jax says as he nudges me out of the velvety booth.
I step up to the metal table and remove the lid from the tray. “Fajitas?” I ask as I look at the ingredients.
Jax slips behind me, his front to my back, cheek resting against mine as he says, “Yes, steak fajitas. Do you think you can manage chopping up some tomatoes, green peppers, and onions, wiener girl?” I feel his smile against my cheek.
The waiter returns before I can respond. Jax steps to my side and begins pulling spices and olive oil out of the shelf.
The waiter sets the fancy bottle and two wine glasses on the table at our booth and leaves us to our cooking duties.
We work together harmoniously chopping and slicing our dinner. Jax works the grill and I can’t help but watch him. He’s tosses, flips and marinates the steak, peppers, and onions expertly. Then he throws in some spices, stirs it a bit, then swipes it onto a heated plate.
I turn before he can catch me staring at him and begin slicing tomatoes. I startle a bit when Jax steps up behind me. His hands find my hips, sliding seductively forward, his breath on my neck, he uses his chin to brush my hair out of the way, licks my neck… up, down… nibbles… drags his lips and teeth over my jaw… fingers sliding across the low-rise of my jeans, toward the button, but he teases with his fingers finding the flesh of my belly. Gently moving them higher, his breathing hitches. His body is flush against mine causing my heart rate to spike. I know his is too. I can feel it thudding on my shoulder. He cups my breasts, thumbs sliding along the sides of my bra, butterflies flipping inside my stomach, and oh how I want him to keep touching me, to strip me bare and—
Jax steps away from me and grabs the plate of food. “It’s a bit hot in here but the food is getting cold.”
A bit embarrassed that I didn’t stop him first, I grab the cold plate and the tortillas and follow him to the booth. After setting the contents in my hands on the table, I purposely slide into the seat opposite of Jax. He grins devilishly at me as if he knows what his touch was doing to me. Tease!
OUR DINNER WAS fantastic. I’m so full and a little tipsy after the third glass of Dom that I polished off.
Jax pushes our plates aside and leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his folded hands. He stares at me intently as he speaks. “So tell me, Timber, are you
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