Heat: A Bad Boy Chef Romance (4 page)

Beatrix

My body melted into his. I rested my hand on his chest. I wanted to explore his body with my fingertips, but his kiss left me frozen. Suddenly, he took his jacket away from me. I’d forgotten I was holding it. He tossed it away, throwing it blindly.

His hand slid around the small of my back as he led me to the bed. I laid down while he undressed me. He pulled the straps of my dress free then slid it off. I wasn’t wearing underwear. I squirmed shyly. Being naked in front of a man for the first time can leave you feeling so vulnerable. Did he like my body? Did he notice that I had cellulite on the back of my thighs? Or that my stomach wasn’t perfectly toned?

Moreau leaned over me. He kissed my stomach. My body started to quiver. His kiss breathed life into me. I sighed as a tremor shook me. His soft lips explored my breasts.

“Your skin is like velvet,” he whispered.

He left a trail of kisses up my neck before finding my mouth. I bit his lip playfully as we kissed. I could have spent all night kissing him, but I wanted to see him naked. I pulled at his shirt. It was a tight fit. I was barely able to remove it without ripping it.

I wasn’t disappointed with what I found beneath. Tight muscles flexed beneath my touch. I ran my fingertips over his abs and watched his muscles tense. His reaction made me smile. Did he find my touch ticklish? No; it turned him on.

I slowly unzipped his pants and slid my hand around his cock. He had to stop kissing me to gasp. His cock became rock hard in my hand as I slowly stroked him. A simple touch can wield so much power. Watching him breathe hard through eyes gone hazy with desire turned me on in ways I didn’t know how to express.

Then Moreau was pinning my arms above my head and kicking off his boots and jeans. He ran his hands down my arms as he kissed my chest. I arched my back as his tongue snaked around my nipple.

Thick and pulsing with desire he entered me slowly. My pussy stretched around his cock as he started to slide in and out of me. He moved slowly at first. I could feel the tension in his body. It took a lot of willpower for him not to fuck me hard. He was practicing restraint, but why?

My cry echoed through the room as he lifted my hips and drove his cock deeper. Something changed. He penetrated me at just the right angle, hitting my g-spot. It was like a switch had been flipped inside me. I panted and cried out. Tremors echoed around deep inside me.

Moreau groaned in my ear. The sound drove me wild. His voice was so deep and rough. It was animalistic with desire and yet he managed to stay in control. What would happen if he let the beast inside him off its chain?

I kissed his neck and found myself biting his ear. I’m not normally this aggressive. There was something about the deep rattle of his moans that brought a ravenous hunger out in me.

Moreau stared into my eyes as he fucked me in quick bursts of energy. He was losing control. I cried out even louder. I wanted to see what happened when Moreau was unchained. I wanted to be ravaged by him.

Moreau

When my cock slid inside her it was like coming home. Her pussy was so tight, wet and warm. The more I fucked her, the stronger her orgasm became. I could feel her pussy pulsing quickly around my cock. It was a mad, rhythmic beat. I could barely control myself.

The tighter her pussy locked onto me the harder it was not to cum.

Roche was gorgeous naked; her firm breasts and tiny, cherry nipples were perky; her stomach and ass were soft. I could spend all night pleasuring her. I was doing everything I could not to cum. I wanted to make sure she got off. Her pleasure was most important.

I pumped into her slowly. I tried to control myself, but it wasn’t easy. My strokes came in slow, liquid movements. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth open. She threw her head back and let out a scream loud enough to wake the neighbors. It was music to my ears.

I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, so I flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Doggy style was my favorite position. When I fucked a girl from this position, it gave me control. I could move her around and get take her exactly as I wanted. Also, it gave me the perfect angle to hit her g-spot.

I grabbed Roche’s hips and drove my cock inside her. She arched her back, causing the little dimples just above her ass to deepen. What is it about a woman’s lower back? It drives me wild.

I fucked her quickly. There was no point in taking my time now. I was on the verge of cumming. I wouldn’t last much longer. Roche looked at me over her shoulder and bit her lip. That look… I could barely stand it.

I pulled her hips towards me, pumping into her faster. Her pussy pulsed maddeningly around my cock. She was so wet and tight that I couldn’t stand it any longer. I positioned her body so I could hit her g-spot. I managed two more strokes into her before cumming.

Roche came at almost the exact moment. I filled her almost completely with my seed. I withdrew and watched as she fell down onto the bed. Cum dripped out of her down her leg. I tried to catch my breath, then I jumped up and grabbed a towel from her bathroom. I came back to find her lying where I’d left her. Her chest rose and fell quickly; her skin was flushed.

When I put the towel between her legs to clean her up, a chill twisted her body. I was spent, but I wished I wasn’t. That look drove me wild.

She spread her legs for me slowly. They still shook a bit; her orgasm was still working its way through her body. I cleaned her up gently, then kissed her stomach, breasts and neck. I took my time working my way to her mouth. I could have explored every inch of her with my tongue. Her soft warm body was so inviting.

I laid down beside her and ran my fingers over the rise and fall of her curves. Her round ass was firm. I couldn’t resist leaning over and sinking my teeth into it. Roche giggled with laughter.

“Stop!” she said playfully.

I kissed her sweetly. I couldn’t get enough of her full lips. I kissed them again. She ran her fingers through my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. It felt amazing. I was suddenly drowsy. I pulled her to me. Roche rested her head on my chest and curled her leg around mine. We fit together perfectly, as if this was our natural state. I rested my hand on the small of her back.

“You should get some sleep,” I said.

“Mmm,” she murmured in response.

She was already half-asleep. I kissed the top of her forehead and found myself drifting off. I woke with a start. It was light outside which meant I was late. I jumped out of bed and started to dress. Roche was still asleep. She barely stirred as I fought my way out of the covers to my clothes. I considered waking her, then thought better of it. She looked so peaceful sleeping there. Her soft, creamy skin and cherry lips gave her the look of a cherub.

For some reason the image made me laugh. Roche was no angel. She worked hard in the kitchen and was an animal in the sack. In other words, she was perfect.

I dressed quietly then slipped out of her apartment. I’d see her at work later. We could catch up then. It would have been nice to fuck her before heading into the restaurant, but there was no time. Wishing I’d had time to take a shower, I walked quickly towards the restaurant.

When I entered the kitchen, I immediately knew something was off. Everyone was standing around. No one was working.

“What the fuck’s going on?” I asked one of the dishwashers.

He shrugged and said we were shut down in Spanish.

“What?” I demanded. “Shut down? Who the fuck told you the restaurant was closed?”

“I did.”

I closed my eyes and took a breath. I recognized that voice. Gwen. The bane of my existence and my primary investor. She was a rich kid. She’d inherited a fortune at an early age. Her father worked in oil. She had little to no relationship with him, but he insisted she be raised in Texas near the heart of his work. She had a cute country accent that clashed with her polished, rich executive look.

I turned to face her. I wasn’t surprised to see her in a perfectly tailored, expensive designer top and skirt. She wore black stiletto heels; her calf muscles were perfectly toned and tanned. No doubt the result of hours with her personal trainer. She looked amazing.

“Gwen,” I said by way of greeting.

“Vincent, we need to talk.”

No one calls me Vincent, but I let Gwen get away with. There’s something about the way my name rolls off her tongue I find sexy. We stepped into my office and shut the door.

“You want to tell me why you decided to shut down my restaurant?” I asked.

“It was brought to my attention that we have a serious health risk.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“My understanding is that a dish contaminated by spoiled fish was served to one of our customers.”

“How did you know about that?”

“The customer in question is one of my father’s business associates. He’s also one of the richest men in the world. He owns several of the most popular newspapers and cable channels in the country. When he called me and told me my restaurant was serving spoiled food, I wanted to die from embarrassment. Can you imagine what would happen if word got out? He has the power to destroy us. Lucky for us, he laughed it off. He said the second dish brought to their table was so good that they forgot about the disaster that was the first course. My question to you is how the hell did this happen?”

“Gwen, I-”

“I’ve invested millions in this place, Vincent. I trust you- in the kitchen, anyway.”

I frowned. Gwen and I had a brief affair a year ago. She was married at the time. When her husband walked in on us fucking, he tried to fight me. I knocked him out with one punch. He was a soft, rich boy; a weasel that lived off his daddy’s money and connections. I had no idea what a strong, smart woman like Gwen was doing married to him.

When he filed for divorce, I thought it was for the best. As far as I was concerned getting caught in bed together was the best thing to happen to Gwen. She didn’t see things the same way, especially after her soon to be ex-husband tried to take half her money. He failed, but I heard he walked away from the marriage with a huge settlement.

Gwen was still unimaginably rich, but she didn’t like to lose. She blamed me for her divorce. When I reminded her that it takes two to tango, she gave me a death stare that I’ll never forget. Ever since then, we’ve been on thin ice. She still finances my restaurants, but only because she’s in love with my cooking, and because my restaurants are always a financial success.

Gwen hates me though. She loves my food, but she blames me for everything wrong in her life.

“I shut the place down until we can locate the source of the problem. I don’t want this getting out into the public. It could ruin us,” she said.

“I’ve located the source of the problem and dealt with it.”

This wasn’t exactly true. I wasn’t sure who had sabotaged the dish, though I had a good idea who was responsible. The entrée preparer took over Roche’s job in her absence. He was the only one who benefited from her destruction. I never trusted that rat-faced bastard. Still, I couldn’t prove it. I needed to review the security cameras. Hopefully, they captured him in the act of sabotage, though I doubted it. The cameras weren’t trained on the freezers. They focused on the kitchen and the dining area. I suspected he was the guilty party, but I couldn’t prove it.

“Did it ever occur to you that shutting down the restaurant looks worse than letting us operate with a few bad reviews?” I said. “Now we look like we’re in crisis.”

“I don’t want to make anyone sick with our food.”

“Nor do I.”

“Good. Fix this problem.”

I rolled my eyes. Gwen had no idea how much work went into running a restaurant. She provided the financial support, then did nothing to manage the restaurant. She had it easy.

“Look,” she said, “I don’t want to deal with your attitude. Fix this. Find the source of the problem, then fire them. I’ve shut us down for the day so you can clean house. I want this issue fixed, the freezers immaculate and the chefs at the top of their games by tomorrow. Understood?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Don’t give me shit. Just do your job.”

She stepped forward. We stood close together in my small office. She touched my shirt. Her hand lingered on my chest.

“I hired you to do a job, so do it,” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said sarcastically.

She moved even closer. Her face was an inch away from mine.

“You’re a pain in the ass. You’re temperamental, demanding, a perfectionist, impossible to work with…”

“And?”

“And you get the job done. Your food is amazing. Your restaurants are insanely popular.”

Her hand moved lower, passing over my abs. For some reason, her touch reminded me of Roche. The memory of Roche’s body beneath mine, her tight pussy and cries of ecstasy sent a small tremor through me. Gwen saw the way I reacted to her touch. She misinterpreted my reaction as being turned on by her. She didn’t realize I was thinking about someone else.

“Let’s talk later,” she said. “We can hammer out the details. If worse comes to worst I can pump some more money into the restaurant, but only if you
cooperate
.”

I didn’t like her tone. It implied I’d have to fuck her to keep the restaurant open.

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” I replied.

Her smile twisted into a crooked grin. “Hopefully,” she replied sarcastically. She took a step back, but not before planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Fix this,” she said. “We’ll talk later.”

I hoped there was no later, but I couldn’t avoid seeing her again. She’d pumped millions of dollars into this restaurant. There was zero chance she’d walk away from her investment.

Gwen turned and left. As I watched her leave, I thought of Roche. She was probably still at home, wondering where I was and what last night meant. I looked up and was surprised to see her on the other side of my office window. She stood in the kitchen, glaring at me. Had she seen Gwen kiss me?

This was just what I needed. If the girls were at each other’s throats, I’d never get anything accomplished. I needed a kitchen that ran as smoothly as possibly. No fighting. No conflict. No drama. How naïve I was.