Kitchen Boss

Suddenly, she pulls her hand away and clasps it over her mouth. Pain and worry flicker in her eyes.

“Cathy?”

“Sorry,” she mumbles before taking off in the direction of the bathroom, running so fast that she hits the back of one of the chairs and makes a few heads turn in confusion.

Some of them turn back towards me with questioning glances.

I ignore them and pick up my glass of wine. As I bring it to my lips, my gaze falls on Cathy’s bowl, which only has a little bit of risotto left in it.

Did she get food poisoning? Nonsense. Fred makes sure every dish that goes out of his kitchen is perfect. Maybe Cathy just ate too much too fast.

I let out a sigh and take a sip. Whatever the reason, I hope she’s okay.

~

“Cathy, are you okay?” I ask outside the bathroom door of the hotel room.

She looked fine when she came back to the table after spending nearly fifteen minutes in the bathroom at the restaurant, so long that I nearly went after her. She didn’t want to eat more risotto, but she still had dessert – strawberry and lemon panna cotta. She seemed to enjoy it, too.

I thought she was fine, but as soon as we entered the hotel room, she rushed to the bathroom again. She’s been in there ever since, probably for nearly twenty minutes now.

I knock on the door. “Cathy?”

When she still doesn’t answer, I open the door. To my relief, I find her in the shower. A cloud of steam fills the stall.

It’s no wonder she couldn’t hear me.

I step inside and move closer so my voice can reach her. “Are you alright?”

She looks surprised to see me but nods. “I feel better now. Sorry about that. My stomach just started revolting against me.”

“Well, you did eat a bit too much,” I tell her.

“I guess.” Cathy shrugs. “Were you waiting for me to come out? I’m sorry. I just thought I’d take a shower to freshen up and smell better.”

“It’s fine.”

I fall silent as my eyes follow the drops of water raining down on Cathy’s hair and trickling down her naked body. Even through the steam and the glass, I can see some parts of her clearly – her firm breasts, perfectly round with her nipples sticking out just slightly, the soft curve of her belly, a plump cheek of her ass, a supple thigh.

The sight of her creates a lump in my throat and sends heat stirring in my crotch, making me realize I’ve been without her for too long. I swallow.

“I should go,” I tell her.

As much as I’d love to stay, it may be too soon for me to be intimate with Cathy again. I don’t want to scare her.

I’m about to walk away when I hear the door to the shower slide open. A moment later, I feel a wet hand around my wrist. I meet Cathy’s gaze and see the invitation in her eyes.

Still, I hesitate.

“If you’re just doing this because you feel like you owe me something for defending you or you’re trying to thank me for taking care of you, it’s okay. You don’t have to – ”

“I’m not,” Cathy cuts me off. “I’ve missed you.”

I look into her hazel eyes once more. This time, I see not just a request in them but also a gleam of desire. My cock throbs.

Oh, to hell with it.

I step into the shower with her without undressing. The warm water seeps through my shirt and trickles over my woolen pants.

Cathy tilts her chin up. Her breasts press against my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. I place my hands on her arms and kiss her lips. She parts them and my tongue brushes against hers.

I feel Cathy shiver. Her nipples turn into stiff pebbles, poking my skin through drenched cotton. My cock thickens in response.

She messes my hair as her tongue plays with mine. I rub her shoulders, her arms, her sides. My palms graze the sides of her breasts and she moans into my mouth.

I cup those mounds of flesh I’ve had my eyes on since I entered the bathroom and press the pads of my thumbs against the stiff peaks. Cathy pulls her mouth away from mine and gasps against my neck.

She rests her head against one of my shoulders as she clings to both of them. I kiss her ear as my fingers twist her nipples and tug them gently. I move my mouth to her neck as I wrap an arm around her and slip my hand between her legs.

My fingers brush against dripping curls and soft folds of skin. I find the opening between them and slide a finger in.

Cathy’s fingers dig into my shoulders. She lets out a soft cry.

I nibble on her neck as I move my finger in and out of her. The heat and tightness of her makes blood rush to my head, and to my balls.