“What the fuck ishappeninghere?” one of the chefs mutters. “Jesus fuckingChrist.”
Neither Dorran nor I stop at that comment. If anything, it only fuels him to go faster. He curls his fingers and pushes them in and out of me, and my vision turns hazy when he hits the spot that intensifies the welcoming ache in my pussy. I can feel pinpricks on my scalp, and my lower back numbs as my orgasm nears.
“Dor…” I hiss, tightening my hold on his hair as I move my hips in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He leans in close. “Then come, baby, because I’m dying to get a taste of you.”
My shoulders shake, and my back arches as I release. Another moan slips past me as I ride Dorran’s hand, because my God, this orgasm ismind-altering.
“That’s it; use me for your pleasure, Cigs,” Dorran says, and if I wasn’t already dizzy from the high he’s giving me, then I’dsurely have sunk under the weight of this pleasure. Words – he knows exactly how to use them.
I place a lazy kiss on his lips, then inhale sharply when he slowly glides his fingers out of me. They’re slick with my cum as he brings them between us, and then, giving me a cheeky grin, he puts them into his mouth, groaning as he tastes me.
“Ledge?”
He half turns, pulling out his fingers, then clicks his tongue. “Yeah?” he asks casually, as if he didn’t just make me come in a room full of chefs staring shockingly at us.
I tilt my head to the left, and find Varsha standing at the kitchen’s entrance, looking so flustered that I’m scared she’ll pass out.
“Umm…” She clears her throat, studying the chefs with skepticism.
“They know why we’re here,” Dorran assures her, then adds, “I mean, I think they do.” He faces the chef closest to him. “You do, right?”
She gives him a blank look. “Yep,” she deadpans, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
He flashes his teeth at her, and she physically shivers. Satisfied, he then turns to Varsha. “See? All good. Tell me what’s up.”
She rolls her eyes. “Jedidiah and Selina are in the study room on the first floor. They’ve been stationary for a while, but that could change soon. We gotta move now.”
Dorran nods. “Did you inform Alex and Solo?”
“I did. Alex is on his way, and Solo is staying back to keep an eye on Timothy.”
“Great. I’ll see you outside the study, then.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Be quick about it. We don’t have much time.”
He gives her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
She once again rolls her eyes at him, then swivels on her feet before walking away, grumbling, “Fucking unbelievable pieces of shits, these two,” under her breath.
“She’s so rude, isn’t she?”
I laugh as I hop off the counter space, then grab my clutch and heels. “I mean, I don’t blame her.”
He lifts a brow at me. “She calledyoua piece of shit too, y’know?”
“I gathered as much,” I say simply.
He shakes his head around a smile, then glances down at his fingers. His gaze lands on a sink towards the end of the room, and as he starts making his way towards it, the chef he’d just spoken to stops him.
“Don’t even try,” she says, crossing her arms across her chest. “You’ve violated our hygiene protocol enough already, so I’m going to politely ask you to get the fuck out of here and use the goddamnbathroomto wash your hands.”
Dorran opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “Of course! Thank you so much for everything.” I grab one of his arms and all but drag him towards the exit.
“She fucking insulted me,” he tells me.
“You had it coming, I’m not gonna lie.”
