The Inheritance (Contemporary Reverse Harem 1)

“Actually,” she said, looking at me with a smile, “I love to cook. It’s such a treat to be in a giant kitchen like this with room to spread out and all the tools you need.”

I knew exactl

y what she meant. “Agreed. I feel like a kid in a candy shop in this kitchen. The possibilities are endless.” That’s why I loved cooking. I never ran out of ideas.

And I also had some ideas about what to do with my own little sous chef.

I bent across the prep table where Garnet was hard at work and reached her with my lips. To my delight, she stopped what she was doing and tilted her face toward mine.

As soon as our lips touched, an electric jolt shot through me, leaving my toes on fire with tingling. I had to stamp my feet to make sure they were still there, all the while keeping my connection with some of the most delicious lips I’d ever tasted.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

I pulled back and licked my lips. I had to leave her wanting more.

She boldly gave me her crooked smile, as if she’d been anticipating my affection. That was good, though. It meant she was open to me.

Win had told me he’d a great date with her—that she was smart, ambitious, and sexy as hell. He also told me she hadn’t balked at the idea of us sharing her. I planned for my time with her to seal the deal.

I walked around to the side of the table where she was prepping and stood behind her, one arm on either side. She was effectively trapped between me and her work, her delicious ass pressed against my growing erection. With a tilted head, she gave me her neck, which was soft as an angel and smelled even better.

I dragged my lips over her heated skin as she put down her knife and the vegetables to press harder against me. It was all I could do not to shoot in my pants.

Chapter 17

Garnet

Good lord, Brose was one beautiful man with his smooth brown skin, shaved head, and curly eyelashes. And when he ran his lips up my neck, I had to put down the vegetables I was chopping. I didn’t need a knife in my hand when I might possibly pass out.

I leaned onto the stainless table where I’d been working, and he pressed a huge cock against the crack of my butt. His hands moved from the table where he’d wedged me and began to stroke my bare arms. My skin pricked into immediate goosebumps, and I could feel the throb building between my legs.

His fingers reached between mine, and he gripped them in a gentle embrace, rubbing his erection into me. I could hear his breath quicken and knew he was as turned on as I was.

My head dropped back. He showered the side of my face with light kisses until I turned enough that our lips could meet again. Eventually, I was fully facing him, still pressed against the prep table, but this time, with his hard-on grinding into my tummy.

He put his hands on either side of my face, and his gaze drilled into mine.

“Beautiful, just beautiful.”

A heated blush blasted over my face, and I knew my pink face was giving away my feelings like it often did. Every girl loved a compliment, but why did it always feel so damn embarrassing?

Maybe because I felt like I didn’t deserve it? Anyway, this was not the time to try to make sense of my insecurities.

Brose continued studying my face. “Win told you about our um, particular appetites?”

Ah-ha. I had been waiting for that.

“Yes. Yes, he did.” I nodded slowly. I was still trying to figure out what it all meant, but I had to admit, I was intrigued as hell. Of course, I’m not sure it moved me closer to my mission of finding a husband in what was now two weeks’ time, but at least I had options.

Brose fisted my hair to bring me to him and ground his lips down on mine, fierce and primal, like a man starving for oxygen. I draped my hands around the back of his neck and let myself melt into him, running my fingers over his smooth, bald head, playing with the thick hoop rings dangling from each ear.

His hands wandered down my back, where he pulled me away from the table just enough to reach under my skirt for a fistful of ass in each hand. His huge mitts felt like fire on my sensitive skin, even more so when he kneaded so hard I nearly cried out. Thank god for the table behind me.

Before I knew it, he’d propped me up on it, the stainless steel icy against my skin and just as shocking as his heated hands had been. He lifted my butt enough to yank off my thong, leaving my sex against the cold table. I rocked back and forth on the backs of my thighs to keep myself from sticking.

His fingers found my wet opening and slowly entered until they were buried to the knuckle. He made that come here gesture, putting the perfect pressure on my G-spot. My breathing began to come hard, and my moans echoed, filling the empty kitchen.

Grabbing his arm, I helped him piston my pussy faster and harder, gasping for air as he brought me to my edge. From my position seated on the edge of the table, I drew my knees up and placed my feet on the shelf below for leverage. Brose was finger-banging me so hard that if I didn’t find a way to hold on, I might have shot across the room.