Page 9 of Good Taste (Mountain Men Crave Curves #6)

Chapter Nine

Taylor

I’ve done some kinky things in my time, but this is a first. I’ve never had a man bring food into the bedroom. Then again, I’ve never slept with a chef before.

I do as Nick tells me to, laying back on the table. He stands above me, his rock hard cock at full attention. He holds the bottle over me and drizzles the chocolate on one of my breasts. I flinch sightly. It’s surprisingly cold, but not for long.

Nick rolls his tongue against my quivering tip. Then he brings his mouth to mine, coating my tongue with the essence of chocolate. I’m more turned on by it than I imagine. My hips grind the air, wanting more of him. Needing him to fill me up and make me come again.

He’s delicate with the process. Dripping beads of the sweet liquid between my legs and licking it up with a precision that demands recognition. He puts the chocolate aside and pleasures me to completion. Not once, but twice more.

With my hand over my eyes, I finally catch my breath. “Your endurance is admirable, Chef.”

“I’m not even done yet.”

I sit up and he pulls me to the table’s edge, positioning himself between my legs. “Do you want me to find protection?”

“No.” I say without hesitation. “Well, that depends.”

“It’s been a long time, and I know I’m good. You?”

“Recently received a clean bill of health.”

“Oh God, the health inspector was supposed to come?—“

“Shut up and fuck me.” I press my lips against his and he slides his tip into my opening. I gasp, stretching to accommodate his massive girth. My palm slaps his back. “Go slow.”

Nick nods and presses a kiss against my nose. I breathe through it at first, but soon we find our stride and my legs drop open wider to accept every inch of his glorious cock. He fucks me hard, our hips grinding against each other as he reaches a depth inside of me that no one’s ever explored.

I try and keep the thought from my head that he was a fat kid. Was. A nd I am essentially a fat woman. Am.

“You’re so beautiful, Taylor.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes for that tiniest thought to go flying out of my head. I don’t fucking care. This is who I am, and he certainly doesn’t seem to mind.

It only takes a few seconds before his hot breath tickles my ear. “I’m going to come, Taylor.”

“I’m on the pill. Come inside of me.”

His questioning eyes meet mind. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t. Fucking. Pull. Out.” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m about to come, too.”

Nick’s eyes narrow and his body goes stiff. His hips press so far into me I think I’ll split, but it feels so fucking good. My own personal earthquake explodes deep inside of me as he releases. I press my lips against his sculpted shoulder, loving the saltiness of his skin.

His head falls forward onto my breasts. I wrap my legs around him, hugging him with all my strength. “That was intense.” I kiss his head, fingering one of his unruly waves.

“Say the least.” He mutters into my skin. “We should do it again.” His fingers tickle my back. “Now.”

“Really?” There’s no hiding the surprise in my voice. “You can do that?”

“I mean, I need like a minute or two. Maybe another grilled cheese sandwich.” He meets my gaze, his golden-brown eyes sparkling. For a second I see that little boy he talked about. A wave of emotion rushes through me. One I haven’t experienced in a very long time: love.

“I’ll make it this time.” I push the thought from my head. I cannot possibly be thinking about that four-letter word so soon. He’s still inside me!

“Not on your life. I’ll always cook. It’s kind of my thing.” He kisses me softly, then helps me down from the table. As soon as my foot hits the floor, the lights overhead flicker to life.

Motors begin whirring and the back alarm starts beeping.

“Shit.” A very naked Chef Nick slips on his shoes and heads to the far wall to reset the code.

Silence surrounds us and I quickly wish I were wearing something—anything at all.

I dress, slip on my own shoes and head to the kitchen for my t-shirt.

As soon as it’s over my head, the back door beeps, then flies open.

Lots of flying doors in this place.

Stasia staggers in, her hair an unruly mess. “Hey.” She looks surprised to see me. A man walks in behind her, his hair also mussed in that freshly fucked way.

“Hey yourself.”

The swinging door flies open. “Albie.” He and Nick exchange a manly hand clasp and hug. “What the fuck, man?” Nick runs a hand through his hair, back to business mode. “This is really going to fuck up the opening.

Albie looks to me. I can’t stop the crimson wave from rushing to my cheeks. “It’s all good, brother. Like I said, the universe has a funny way of working out if you lean in, trust the process.” He does this, whispers in Nick’s ear. But I can still hear him. “And it looks like you did just that.”

Nick looks to his Maitr d. “I’m not the only one.”

Now it’s Stasia’s turn to blush. “I’ll check the dining room for damages.” She rushes past me but shoots me a smile. I warm to her, and know that we’re going to be friends after all of this.

“You bet your ass I did.” Albie says. “Gotta get back to the shop. Shit’s crazy over there.” They clasp hands and Albie’s gone as quickly as he arrived.

Nick moves in my direction and, to my surprise, wraps his arms around my waist. “What are you doing tonight?”

“You,” I say without hesitation.

“Come to my house. I’ll cook you a real meal.” I think to argue, to tell him that the grilled cheese really is fine. That being with him is enough, but I know how much he loves this life and what he does.

“What about the damages?”

“Stasia’s got it all under control, and until we hire someone to run the numbers, it’s a moot point to freak out too much about not being able to open tomorrow.”

I press my forehead against his. “I happen to know someone who’s very good with numbers.” A smile spreads across Chef’s handsome face.