Page 69 of The Chef

I wave at Cliff. “Fisher, this is Cliff Finn. Cliff, this is my brother.”

The two men shake hands, and I see Fisher eyeing up my tall muscular boss, doing the dutiful older brother assessment. I roll my eyes. I’m not in some Regency costume drama, I don’t need my brother to duel for my honor or anything. But it is kinda sweet how Fisher is looking out for me. I know he wants only the best.

“Nice to meet you, Cliff.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

There’s a charged male atmosphere in the air. The kind that only exists when your brother meets the man you’re fucking for the first time, and you know they’ll either be best friends or lifelong enemies.

I hope they’ll be the former.

“Okay, Fisher, I’ll like to hear what you think of my designs,” I say, taking his shoulder to guide him towards the manager’s office.

Cliff shakes his head. “Bay,” he says. “You’ve been here all day and you need a break. I’ll take you home and cook you dinner.”

“No,” I reply. “I can’t, Cliff. I can’t take a break now with all this work to do. Plus, I have to look after the kids.”

Fisher laughs and brushes my hand off his shoulder. “I can look after Pearl and Davy.”

“What?”

“I can.”

“You sure?”

“I am their dad, Bay, I think I can manage.”

“Right. Of course.”

“And I can take over here,” he says, winking. “Go and have a good evening with Cliff.”

“You’re absolutely sure? You don’t need me?”

My brother chuckles. “I’m positive, Bay. Stop worrying, everything’s fine. I’ll take control of things from here. Go and have fun, you two.”

Fisher practically pushes Cliff and me out of the restaurant, laughing at my concerns.

“Your brother’s good to you,” Cliff says once we’re out on the street.

“He loves me too much, I think,” I say as a way of explanation.

“You do need a break,” Cliff replies. Then he leans in close to my ear and whispers. “And I do need you in my bed.”

Well, how can I say no to that?

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CLIFF

My erection throbs as I kiss her inner thigh. I slowly close my lips around her warm skin like I’m sucking at her. I want her. I want her flesh.

I continue kissing her skin as I gradually move in closer, getting closer to her wet pussy. Bay gasps as my fingers caress her outer sex, feeling it. Touching it. I like how her body responds to the tips of my fingers as I delicately worm them over her inviting pussy.

Oh, I want her so much.

And I know she wants me to.

But she’s going to have to wait. I’m going to bring her on the brink of climax before I’m even thinking of penetrating her with my stiff cock. She’s going to have to beg for it before I grant her that release. I want to see her moan even more than she’s currently doing. I want to see her squirm.