Page 62 of The Chef

And I can’t resist.

I take another step towards him so that we are inches apart. His broad chest obscures my view. I bite my lip anxiously. He waits for my answer, uncertainty crossing his face.

“I like you too,” I whisper.

And Cliff can’t hear what I’ve said.

“Pardon?”

I look up at him. Up at his dark brown eyes waiting anxiously for my answer.

“I like you too,” I repeat.

And then he kisses me. For the second time today.

Our lips meet in an explosion of excitement within me, and I am in a state of heightened arousal.

He likes me.

He was just so intimidated by me, and his feelings for me, that he acted like a dick.

Now I understand.

I feel his thick arms around me. I drop my paintbrush and embrace him back. We’re covered in paint but neither of us cares.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I say.

“Well, believe it,” Cliff replies.

“You’re a good kisser.”

Cliff winks and brings me back into a kiss. “That’s because I have a good partner.”

He pulls me up and I jump around him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Cliff doesn’t react to my full body weight resting on him, he can take it. His hands stroke my hair and keep me securely in place as we continue kissing. I feel his tongue inside my mouth, and I let him enter me.

I’m going to make the first move here.

I rip away at his hoodie, bringing it over his head so that he is just bare-chested. His body’s warm. I feel his muscles. His abs. The straight blunt lines leading down to his pants.

I’m so turned on.

Responding to my need for him, Cliff brings me down to the ground so that I’m lying on my back. Balanced on the old rag we’ve put on the floor to protect it from the paint, I reach out for his tracksuit pants, pulling them down.

Cliff smiles when his cock falls out. Erect and big.

My eyes widen at his member.

That’s going into me?

“You want this?” Cliff asks with a wink.

I sigh. “Yes,” is all I manage to say.

Cliff leans over and helps me out of my paint-stained overalls until I’m just in my bra and panties.

“I want you,” Cliff whispers as we both stare at each other’s bodies. He looks like a marble Greek statue. All lines and muscles. His jawline is simply criminal.

I can’t hold back any longer. “I want you so much, Cliff.”