Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,17
water, and placing it on another burner.
“Yeah,” I said. “Sitting here and watching you cook is swiftly turning you into my dream guy.”
He glanced up at me and smiled. “Do you like raw vegetables?”
“I’ll eat anything right now.”
He laughed that sexy-ass laugh, and my heart skipped a beat when he sliced off a piece of a yellow carrot and held it over to my lips. His thick eyebrow arched, his close-lipped smile popped a dimple in his cheek, and I opened my mouth slower than expected for the bite.
My eyes widened while I chewed on the carrot, shocked that it was sweeter and juicier than any carrot I’d ever tasted.
“My God,” I said. “That’s the best carrot I’ve ever tasted. It’s juicy as fuck!”
His eyes glistened in humor, “We grow our vegetables out in the gardens. And yes, I enjoy their juicy as fuck flavors myself.”
“Raw and unhinged juicy flavors,” I pressed.
“Most definitely juicy, raw, and unhinged,” he said, dumping his cut vegetables into the steamer-pot he had on the stove.
“Food can be a very sexual thing, you know?” I advised him with a laugh.
“I’m learning that swiftly by your reaction to a carrot alone.” He chuckled, turning to wash his hands at the sink.
Damn. Nice ass, too. This was the first time I got a good look at his firm, sexy ass through his slacks. The suit jacket was off, and nothing but a fine-looking butt was on display for me.
“So, you asked what my story is,” he said, drying his hands off. “I run a business. I was given sound advice today that even though I believed the phone to be a way to disconnect me from the chains of that business, it still holds me prisoner, and I love retreating to the country when I’m in England. I love it out here, but being that some decisions for the company need to be approved by only me, I have to be in constant communication even while trying to escape. I do my best, though. The phone is still off.”
“Don’t do that just for me,” I said. “Honestly, sometimes I think and speak without giving much thought to things. I probably insulted you, and you’re just too nice to tell me.”
He worked with his sauté pan. “I don’t get insulted. Unless I suck in bed, of course.” He winked and then held the spoon up for me to taste. “Blow on it.”
Getting strangely turned on by watching him cook, seeing his ass, and hearing his underhanded way of bringing sex into this, I licked my lips and then took a bite. All I could do was roll my eyes and moan in response to the tender, flavorful meat and the onions that he’d caramelized.
“Holy hell,” he said. “Your moans are telling me—”
“That I’m having a food-gasm?” I swallowed the bite, and he laughed.
“New term, I like it,” he said, turning to grab plates. “We might have to eat in separate rooms if you’re going to make those sounds while eating.”
“Let me help you with the plates,” I said, coming around the counter. “Funny how I love food more than anything, but I can’t cook worth a damn.”
“Well, I’ll make it my mission to teach you the art of cooking while you’re here.”
“That’s if I make it through eating this without moaning through every bite.”
“If you think moaning over my cooking is going to end you, trust me, I can make you moan over much more enticing things.”
“Back to sex talking?”
“You’re the one whose moaning is making it difficult for me to cook. My curiosity has piqued as to if I could beat your food-gasm sounds with something even more pleasurable.”
“Yeah, hard to beat the food, buddy.”
I had to feel him out. Was I only out here for his rich-boy, kinky fun? Not that I would be pissed about that. The dude was gorgeous, and I could only imagine what it would be like to sleep with him. I wondered if it would be like with Derek—when he actually could get it up—or the selfish assholes before him. It was never about me with any of them.
I hadn’t had sex since before Addy was born, so there was the whole beggars/choosers aspect to the situation as well. Would I take this Jim guy up on using me for a week of sexual pleasure? Why not? I just hoped I was still good at it.
Chapter Five
Jim
Last night was more of a get comfortable night, I believe, for both Avery and