Daddy’s Billionaire Chef

It was hard to believe that such a strong, confident man was on his knees, focused only on making me explode. The pleasure in his eyes as his tongue lapped steadily made it seem like he genuinely enjoyed the taste. It was so bizarrely intimate that it was hard to focus.

Then he slipped his finger in just a bit farther, maybe to the second knuckle. To me it felt incredibly deep, but it seemed that he was holding back.

Something shifted, the pressure growing as my body began to writhe, out of my control.

“Mmm hmm,” he murmured, licking faster as the pure heat bore down on me.

My entire pussy was throbbing incessantly, as raw emotion forced my lips open to cry out, “Yes, Matt…”

The ache that has been growing and growing suddenly released in the shower of internal explosions. Gripping his hair too hard, I held his tongue against me as those intense eyes burned into mine. Rocking wildly, I yelped as he wrung the climax from my body.

When I finally managed to release him and take a breath, he kissed my entire pussy all over, then slipped my panties back on. By the time I was dressed and sitting back up, I looked around to see that we were approaching my house.

Matt pulled me against him, kissing me so softly I didn’t want him to ever stop. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You’re absolutely delicious, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t speak, so I kissed him again.

“I’ll text you in the morning, gorgeous,” he said, kissing a path along my cheek to nuzzle my ear. “I love those little noises you make.”

I giggled, shaking my head. “How did you ever get so naughty? You’re supposed to be a respectable, upstanding citizen.”

“That’s in public. With you, I’m going to be whatever you need, always.”

The car stopped in front of my house, and Matt walked me to the door, stealing one more kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

His smoldering glance was pure possession, making my knees quiver all over again.

Chapter 10

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Matt

By Sunday evening, I could barely process all the changes in my life over the past week.

I’d never texted anyone so much in my life, preferring phone calls and email for most business transactions. But with Julia I wanted to be constantly messaging. A thread of a conversation from hour to hour to maintain our connection.

I was thrilled when she accepted my invitation to dinner at my place tonight. She had seemed slightly surprised that I had driven myself to pick her up, but there’s nothing like a Corvette convertible at sunset.

Julia was a great sport when I put her to work in my huge kitchen, whisking dressing and tossing the salad for a simple meal. She kept sneaking looks around my house, as if she were analyzing the details. Perhaps it was her newfound interest in interior design, or maybe she wanted to get to know me better.

Although I certainly hadn’t had many guests since I bought and renovated the five bedroom plus den, seven bathroom house two years ago, everyone who had seen it seemed incredibly impressed.

The designer won a national award for the kitchen, the room that certainly mattered the most to me. Somehow she had made my specialty oven with the additional flat grill work.

We ate on the patio, then went for a walk around the back yard.

“Do you garden?” she asked.

“Not really, except for my kitchen herbs. Too busy. I found a nice father and son company that takes care of the grounds for me.”

Julia looked up to where the full moon was just starting to peek out from behind the cloud. Scooping her up in my arms, I jogged over to the rose garden while she giggled hysterically. Setting her on her feet, I kept my arms around her.

“You’re a bit much,” she laughed, as I kissed up the side of her throat until she quivered.

“I’m not too much. I’m perfect for you. Right?” When she hesitated for a second, I added, “You have to say yes, sweetheart. Because you’re absolutely perfect for me.”

“I think you might be,” she said softly. “But you know…it’s only been a week.”