Page 82 of Forever Fighting
We clink glasses, and even though she’s joking as she calls mehusband, I still can’t stop the way my pulse quickens every time she says it.
Course by course, we eat, and when we reach dessert, I make her an espresso martini and drop a candle in the cake.
“Make a wish.”
She closes her eyes and with a smile tickling her lips, she leans forward and blows out the candle. Her eyes open slowly, dark against the trickle of smoke that rises from the extinguished candle.
“This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
My chest pinches. “Yeah?”
“Without a doubt.”
She rises from her seat and comes around the table to me. I lean back, and she climbs right onto my lap. She leans in and shocks me with a kiss, tasting like chocolate and coffee and everything decadent I love.
“Have you ever fucked anyone in one of your kitchens, Chef?”
I smirk against her lips before I trail down her neck. “I’m about to.”
26
ROMAN
Ishift Braelyn around on my lap and lift her up into my arms. She makes a surprised noise. She likely thought I was going to lift up her dress, pull her thong to the side, and slip inside of her. But that’s not how I work. Or how I want her birthday to end. I want to give my wife something special. A night she’ll never forget, regardless of where things go for us when we leave Mexico.
I walk her over to the prep area we did a lot of our cooking in earlier. I don’t have to worry about health inspectors or sanitation. The restaurant isn’t open yet, and everything will get a deep clean before then. So tonight, this is going to be a fantasy for both of us.
Me fucking Braelyn in one of my kitchens. And what I’m going to do to her in it.
I shove aside some of the empty prep dishes and utensils and set her down on the metal table. Her dress isn’t long. It hits her mid-thigh, which is why she shivers and screeches a little at the cold of the metal.
“Don’t move,” I warn her, and go over to get the sleep mask shewore here.
She spots the black satin in my hand and her breath hitches. Braelyn likes to play. She also likes me pushing her. She won’t need a safe word tonight, though I will remind her she has one. There will be no punishments or rough play. But I do intend to test her limits.
“Lift your arms.”
Without hesitation, she does as she’s told, and my cock pulses at her obedience.
I lift her dress over her head, and once again, my little vixen is wearing seriously sexy fucking lingerie for me. I don’t even care that she bought it for him. I’m the one who gets to see it. I’m the one who gets to remove it from her body.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask as I set her dress over to the side so it stays clean.
Now she’s breathing heavily. “Arrest.”
It’s the one she made the other night.
“Good. Keep it close. We’re not going to go too far, and this will be all pleasure and no pain, but I won’t listen to the word no because I have a feeling you’re going to say that more than once to me tonight and not fully mean it.”
“Oh.” Her lips form an O, and a blush scorches her cheeks. “Well then, sir.”
I smile. She has a thing with that. She teases me with it, but I know part of her likes calling me that otherwise she wouldn’t. It’s not as though I’ve asked her to, though there’s no denying how much I like it.
Braelyn’s eyelashes flutter and a small breath leaves her as I place the blindfold over her eyes. She’s still and quiet, which tells me she’s listening for me, trying to figure out what I’m up to.
I dip my finger in the bowl and bring it up to her lips to paint them with chocolate. She starts ever so subtly, but her curious tongue juts out, tasting the rich sauce.
“You never had your dessert,” I admonish. She licks her lips,humming lightly, and I retrieve the cake though now the center is likely ruined. I’ll have to get over that. I fork a bite and bring it to her mouth. “Open.”
