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nipples, hard and eager, through her tank. ‘You are just so fucking gorgeous, Calvert. And a hell of a chef, too.’
    She smiled at that. They always had it on their minds. And it was nice to be with someone who understood that part of her. ‘You too, Chef.’
    Jill gave into the swell of emotion in her heart and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. She slid her fingers along the short clipped hair on his scalp and felt the heated length of his tongue dance along hers. His kiss was a million times more sexy than the kisses from the day before and Jill had thought those to be the sexiest kisses she had ever had. 
    Cole gripped her ass in his big hands, palming her buttocks and squeezing her tight to the front of him. ‘Get out of the pants, Calvert.’
    She snickered and worked the button and the zipper herself. Faster that way to get out of them. But he had zero patience with her small black panties, and he slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pushed until she was bare.
    ‘I still have boots on.’ She tried not to laugh because he looked so serious. And horny … and intense.
    ‘Hunh, so you do.’ He dropped to his knees and touched the back of her knee so she bent it. Then he tugged her boot off before moving on to the other foot. When she stood there in knee- high socks printed with cartoon sushi Cole assessed her. 
    ‘I think you should leave the socks on,’ he said, kissing her hipbone. The feel of his lips pressed to her flesh triggered another wet flex in her pussy.
    ‘To get in the shower?’ Jill asked with the tiny bit of voice she had left. 
    ‘No, just for this.’
    Cole touched his tongue to her clit and she felt her knees sag just a bit. He held her hips hard and pushed her flush to the wall. His tongue moving back further to her wet opening and then dipping in and out, in and out until he returned to the fragile knot of swollen flesh that quite literally ached for his attention. 
    ‘I just want one sweet fast orgasm from you, Chef. You have the sweetest taste. Like agave syrup and really ripe melon all mixed together. And maybe some honeysuckle on my tongue.’ His thick fingers traced her outer lips and pinched softly so she jumped and hissed and got even wetter. Then he pushed his fingers – three thick digits – deep into her pussy and brushed her G-spot with a firm and talented touch. 
    ‘Oh, Chef,’ she sighed. It was funny and ridiculous, but still the first thing to burst past her lips. 
    ‘Yes, Chef?’ he chuckled, thrusting deeply so she started to pant lightly. She was going to come.
    ‘That is too, too good.’ 
    ‘No such thing. Not in cooking and not in fucking.’
    He shut up then, sucked her clit really hard and curled his fingers to her G-spot again and she came. Honey slow, lazy ripples working through her pussy and her pelvis and her stomach. Her limbs went heavy with the force of her release and she started to slide down the wall like a drunkard.
    No man had ever gone down on her after they’d had sex before and the thrill of that thought alone had added to her orgasm. Some men were funny about that, but when it came to Cole, nothing that involved them being together – their coupling – seemed off limits to him. Anything she had to give, he’d take. And Jill realised she’d take anything he’d give her, too.
    Cole stopped her half way down with strong, agile hands and scooped her up. 
    ‘Where are we going?’ she asked, feeling semi-buzzed though stone cold sober. 
    ‘To celebrate how awesome we are – in the shower. And then to eat – in the tiny kitchen. And then …’
    ‘We celebrate again?’ she guessed, laughing.
    ‘See, we think the same, Calvert. It’s why I know I could really l –’ he stopped for a single heartbeat and in that heartbeat her heart crimped a little in her chest. Jill was flooded with an intense mixture of fear and hope. And then his eyes darkened just a bit and he smiled. ‘Like you.’
    ‘I could really like you too,’