“That too!”
It only took a minute for Tess to deem the duck done. She dabbed the pieces in the sauce. I did the same, and we exchanged plates.
“Mmmm,” Tess said, making that slow moaning sound that drove me freaking crazy.
“Gooseberry and juniper sauces. These are amazing. I need the recipe.”
“I don’t think you can just ask them for their recipe,” I said with a laugh. The first piece of duck Tess had chosen from me had a rich, spicy sauce that had a faint sweet note.
“I might need to just order a plate of duck for our next not-date,” Tess said.
The server came to remove the plate, and Tess checked the menu.
“Eighteen more courses to go.”
Jesus.
“As much as I like this not-date,” Tess whispered, “I think I’m ready to skip to the hookup.”
46
Tess
While all of the food had been amazing, I was a person who used food as a coping mechanism, and a single scallop, seaweed in various states, and the world’s tiniest bites of meat had not cut it.
My stepfather had always liked to take my mom and subsequently me and my stepsisters to nice-ish restaurants in our small home city. They never gave you enough food, and he had always been annoyed when I had complained about it.
“I hope you had a nice time,” Beck said when he unlocked the front condo door.
“Of course.” I kissed him. I knew I should keep my mouth shut and not ruin the evening, but I was starving, and not just for his cock.
I whispered, “Just wish there had been more food.”
He gave me an odd look then smiled in relief. “I was going to say the same thing then figured that was a very cult-kid thing to do. You know, go to a nice restaurant and not be able to behave.”
“I could use a cheeseburger,” I added.
“With pickles?” Beck joked.
I ran my hands along his crotch. “Maybe I’ll just have a little snack to tide me over. Twelve inches of meat ought to do it.”
“That can be arranged,” Beck said, picking me up. He carried me into his bedroom and set me down.
I mentally patted myself on the back for doing such a superb decorating job. Sex in here would be like sleeping with a movie star.
Or a big bad billionaire boss.
“The last time you called me into your office, you fired me.” I looked at him. “Is it because I’ve been a bad assistant?” My lips curled up into a smile. “Because I know you’ve been a bad boss.”
“Have I?” he murmured, his eyes heavy on me.
In reply, I slowly reached up to slip off the dress. “Extremely… naughty.”
He finally broke at the last word, crossing the short distance between us to pull me into a hot kiss. His hands went for my tits immediately, fondling me over the silk fabric of my blouse.
I made a happy little sound against his lips, pushing my chest into his hands.
His fingers slipped up to cup me more firmly over my bra. His kiss took on a demanding edge, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth as if he were claiming me. Against my stomach, I could feel his hot, raging erection.
