The camera crew left, but there are cameras set up all over the kitchen, so I know I can't touch him like I wish I could. I'm expecting to see a stressed-out Jud, but when I go through the double doors, all I hear is laughter.
Jud's smile as he sees me is unmistakable. You'd have to be blind or stupid not to see how we feel about each other.
"The memo I got was that I was required to be stressed today," I joke.
"You must not have gotten the updated one," Jud says. "From now until we close the restaurant next Sunday, only jokes are allowed in this kitchen."
"What day do eggs hate the most?" asks the sous chef. "Fry Day."
"Hear this one," the other assistant says. "What did the host of Top Chef say to the contestants?"
And they all reply, "Lettuce begin."
"Don't worry," Jud says. "Their jokes are terrible, but they know how to cook."
"Damn right," they all chime in.
I nudge Jud to follow me, and he nods back.
"Why did the chef have to stop cooking? He ran out of thyme," he says as his parting contribution.
"I want to show you what they did with the rooms upstairs."
He keeps a straight face and follows me up the stairs to the second floor. Since the upper floors don't feature in the show, they didn't bother putting cameras up here. Especially since the construction company is still working on it.
As soon as we're in one of the rooms, Jud is on me, kissing me and running his hands everywhere he can reach. I can feel his erection against mine, but when I try to touch him, he goes down on his knees.
"Jud," I whisper.
"Shh. It'll be quick. I need it."
Damn right, it'll be quick. Looking at Jud's bright, lustful eyes as he licks his lips while taking my cock out is enough to get me almost there.
He runs his tongue from the crown all the way down to my balls, sucking on each while his hand grips my shaft, stroking it slowly but keeping it tight.
I bring my hand to my mouth to keep from moaning when he guides my cock into his mouth. There are hundreds of people downstairs, and the last thing we need is for anyone to know what we're up to.
I feel my orgasm build and try to warn him, but if I say anything, I know I'll give us away.
Jud strokes my shaft faster, keeping his mouth on my crown, ready to take my release. I put my free hand on his head to keep him in place as I come into his hot, wet mouth.
I'm still trying to recover when Jud stands up and kisses me, giving me a taste of my own release. He's hard against me, so I take his cock out and give it a few tugs.
"I'm close," he whispers against my mouth.
I bend down and suck him until his legs are shaking. I feel him grow even thicker in my mouth before his release hits the back of my throat.
We're both breathless, and our hair is all over the place, but fortunately, there's no other evidence of what just happened.
"Perfect crime," I say.
He leans against me, and I wrap my arms around him.
"Are you nervous?"
He nods.
"You didn't look like it downstairs."
