presses her lips to mine. She kisses me slowly while using the lower rungs of the stool to prop herself up to straddle my lap. “I’m just going to kiss you. That okay?”
“The fuck you are.” I growl and thrust my hips against her, then use my grip on her ass to slide her forward and back until I can see in her eyes that she feels the friction. I slip one hand to her front and rub on her clit as I speak. “You’re going to turn your ass around so I can get another good look at you.”
Maggie steps off the stool and turns until her bare back is facing me. I run a featherlight touch along her spine from her neck down to her luscious ass. The thin string tied together in a bow at her arch is the only fabric covering her back.
“Put your hands on the counter and spread your legs.” She does as I say as I pull my pants and underwear down and palm myself. “Now bend over.” Then I stand up and nudge my length against her opening. “I’m about to fuck the chef. You ready?”
Before she can even nod, I’m pushing my way inside her, sliding my cock between her legs while she squeezes around me. My little temptress groans out her pleasure, asking for more while I bury myself in her, over and over again.
I’m losing myself in her scent, in her pussy’s grip, in her moans and sighs. Fuck me, this will be over quicker than it started if I don’t slow the fuck down. But I don’t know how to do that. Not when her breasts are spilling out the sides of the apron. Not when she lets out a warning cry to tell me she’s about to come. And definitely not when she tightens around me and pulsates her release.
Now I’m chasing my own orgasm. I don’t want her riding this one out alone. I want to be right where she is, spiraling into our shared bliss, because we’re partners in everything, including this.
Maggie’s shaking around me as I push into her one last time. I can feel the hot streams of my fluids filling her while she’s still convulsing around me. I swipe her hair from her shoulder and turn her cheek to look at me over her shoulder. And then I slam my mouth to hers to swallow her final moans.
“I might need to change the dress code so you can wear this smock every day.” I grin into her mouth while she laughs.
“I don’t think your students would appreciate you mauling your assistant.”
“True, but—” I twist my face and narrow my eyes at hers at the word assistant. “I don’t think I like that title for you anymore. How does brand manager sound instead?”
I didn’t just come up with that title on a whim. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, but I wanted to finish production before we started talking big business decisions.
She pulls back slightly, surprise registering on her face. “Really? Or is that the sex talking?”
I chuckle. “If it was the sex talking, your title would be much different.” Then I turn her around so I can face her full on. “Maggie, you practically run this place now while simultaneously cohosting the show. You even scored me a publishing deal for that cookbook idea you had.”
“Well,” she says slowly. “I kind of used Faye’s connections for that one.”
“Which was the smart thing to do.” I don’t know why she always needs to give the credit away for her hard work. “Most people would have been scared shitless approaching Faye about something like that. You’ve got business smarts, Maggie. And I need that in a manager.”
She grins and places her hands on my shoulders. “I don’t know, Desmond. This is a big step. Next thing you know you’re going to be asking me to move in with you.”
I glare at her again. She hasn’t spent a single night in her studio since the night after we got back from Dallas. We’ve been using the studio for food photograph shoots. “Smart ass.” Then I touch my nose to hers. “Say yes to the promotion, Maggie.”
She tilts her head, her smile softening, and then she rests her forehead on mine. “Yes, Desmond. I accept the promotion. I guess that means you’re stuck with me.”
I nod before grazing my lips against hers. “Fine with me. There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”
Maggie, six