“Just as long as I can treat you special outside work,” I say, smirking. “Deal?”

Claire tries to hold back her smile, but then she melts into a flustered laugh, and I wrap my arms around her, hugging me tight into my chest.

“Deal,” she agrees, squirming in my grasp.

Feeling so close to Claire like this, both physically and emotionally, slowly awakens something deep inside me that makes me feel alive. My cock stirs in my pants, sending thoughts through my head that are more than welcome after a long day like this.

She smiles softly up at me, then breaks gently breaks away to start tidying up around the kitchen, like Jorge trains her and all his other sous-chefs to do. I watch her for a few moments as she piles some dishes in the sink, but I start making my way over to her from behind.

The moment her hand touches the faucet handle, I grab her around the waist, surprising her and earning a little yelp as I hold her against me and start peppering her neck with kisses. She laughs, squirming away from me.

“I might have a hard time cleaning with your arms around me like that,” she points out with a playful smile.

“Guess you won’t be cleaning, then,” I say without missing a beat.

“Someone has to,” she says, raising a challenging eyebrow at me.

“What, afraid I’m going to fire you for not cleaning up one night, all while I’m the one holding you back?” I ask, my shaft growing against her warm, soft body.

Her smile fades a little. “Oh, come on, that’s exactly the kind of special treatment I was talking about, Ben.”

After a moment of thought, I sigh, take a step back, and raise my hand to her chin. I cup her jawline and let my thumb brush over her lower lip while her gleaming eyes watch me carefully.

She’s not being unreasonable . . . but at the same time, those lips are begging to be kissed. In fact, her whole body is pleading with me to be ravaged.

“Alright, I can respect that,” I say. Without another word, I slide my hands down to her hips, and I pick her up so easily she might have been made of paper. Claire gasps and throws her arms around my shoulders for balance, laughing as I carry her over to one of the big kitchen counters. I set her down and level my gaze at her. “But in that case, we’ll just have to fit in some overtime. The dishes will still be there in, oh, an hour or so.”

Claire starts to say, “What are you—” when a gasp punctuates her words.

I already have my hands on her uniform top, unbuttoning it slowly, my lips following closely behind, kissing her bare skin.

Claire grips the counter and watches me with wide eyes. Soon, I get her to shrug the fabric off, then I pull her undershirt up over her head, leaving her in nothing but a bra.

“Ben, we’re in the kitchen,” she breathes, a red blush growing on her cheeks.

“Yeah,” I say. “My kitchen. Where people follow my orders.”

She bites her lip for a moment. “And what are your orders?” she asks in a thick tone that makes my cock throb and swell up.

“That we get these pants off,” I say as I unhook her bra and pull it off her arms.

The next few moments are almost a blur. I toss her bra to the side and wrap my arms around her and bring my mouth to her breasts. I hear her sweet gasp as I take almost all of one into my mouth, toying with the stiffening nipple with the tip of my tongue. I swirl it around her areola and tease the nub, getting it harder by the moment before going to the other and giving it the same treatment. As I do, her hands run through my hair, scratching my scalp before I decide her tits have had enough.

I bring my hands down to her pants and unbutton them, then grip them by the waist and start to work them down. She wiggles in time with me—swaying her hips from side to side in a way that only whets my appetite for her—helping me get them out from under her ass and down to her calves. I pull her shoes off and let them clatter to the floor before her pants and underwear follow.

She barely has time to get her hands firmly on my shoulders before I kneel down and scoot her closer to me, pushing her thighs apart and breathing on the soft, wet lips of her pussy for a moment. The heady scent between her legs is incredible, and it tells me she’s just as ready for me as I am to take her.

I let my tongue out and roll it over her lips, and I can already taste her honey starting to offer itself to me. A deep groan comes from my chest as I start to lick her, and immediately, she starts to match them with her own desperate ones. She holds on, one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder as I lick her over and over. With each stroke, I bring the tip of my tongue just shy of her clit, teasing her to no end.

She puts one hand on the counter and tries to push her hips forward and force my tongue to graze her swollen nub, but I chuckle and draw back just enough, holding her hips firmly in place.

She finally gives up, digging her nails into me as I dive deeper into her. Her taste is exquisite, and her rhythmic moaning is music to my ears. Claire’s whole body is waking up.

As I tease her, my teeth graze her clit, and the high-pitched whimper that spills out of her lips is too much to resist. I bring my mouth in, finally letting my tongue swipe up and caress her right under her clit, and I hear a sigh of delight and anticipation as she puts both her hands through my hair and grips my head. The scent of her getting thicker in the air goads me on with each stroke.

My tongue swirls around her clit in small, firm circles, lavishing her in the attention I’ve been dying to give her all day. I need to have her. I need to make her feel everything I want her to feel.

Soon, I hear the tone of her gasping change, and I know I’m getting closer to the brink. I stroke her relentlessly, tormenting that swollen clit with everything I’ve got, the heady aroma of her filling my nostrils. Finally, her nails dig into my scalp, and I feel her whole body start to convulse. She lets out a sharp gasp that goes silent, even though her mouth is open and frozen. I hold her down through her orgasm, stroking her from start to finish.

When I finally feel her body start to relax, I raise my head to look at her and grin at the blushing, panting face of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“You, Claire Madsen,” I growl, standing up slowly and unbuttoning my pants to let my fully stiff cock spring forth, heavy balls and all, “are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in any kitchen.”

She manages to smile weakly, still overwhelmed by the orgasm, until I lay the soft underside of my cock against her pussy. I start to grind up and down against her, and I watch those beautiful blue eyes flutter shut as she revels in the feeling of my hardness against her.

I grab her hips, squeezing her thighs and her ass as she lets her legs hang on either side of me. My cock pulses at the hot, wet, messy feeling of the aftermath of her orgasm against it.

Something about carelessly grinding against her soft pussy feels so primal, and it draws out such a raw need in me, to the point where my every move is pure instinct.

I wrap a hand around the back of her neck, cradling her head as I lean in to kiss her. As my cock massages her pussy, our tongues dance together in a hot kiss. When her bare chest brushes against me, I can’t hold back any more.

I bring my hips back far enough to let the bulging crown of my cock rest against her pussy, and just as she wraps her legs around my hips, I thrust forward. She sucks in a sharp breath, her lips falling open as my cock slides right into her as if the two were made for each other. Her warm, wet lips hug my shaft wonderfully, and she feels so tight that I want to burst in her right then.

We kiss each other fast and hard as I start to rut into her. She’s so ready for me that neither of us want to take it slowly. My hips are moving almost of their own accord, my body working in perfect harmony to work her deep, hard, and fast. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her is almost as good as the desperate moaning I hear from her, vibrating softly against my tongue.

My thrusting gets faster, and when I find a spot that drives her crazy, I start pistoning into her with machine-like precision, each time feeling every inch of her pussy.

My cock is so hard and swollen. My balls ache, desperate for release.

The effect this girl has on me is irresistible. She makes me want to let go and release everything I have. My cock glides back and forth in her; she starts to pulse and tighten with me.

The peak is coming soon, and both of us know it—and we couldn’t do anything to stop it if we wanted to. We’re all primal urge now, nothing but base desires working themselves out on each other. My mouth goes to her neck, teeth grazing and toying with the sensitive flesh as my hands squeeze her hips.

I hear a tell-tale gasp, and I know I’ve pushed her to the edge yet again. This time, I let my inhibitions go, whispering in her ear, “That’s right. Come now. Come for me.”

Immediately, I feel myself spilling past the point of no return. I buck my hips relentlessly into her, and no matter how much I try, I can’t keep the rhythm. I get irregular and wild, grunting as I thrust to the sound of her quickening, desperate panting until we both hit the peak at the same time.

Her delighted sigh fills the air at the very same moment a thick jet of my seed fills her pussy. Soon after, shot after shot of it spills into her as we lock lips. Her whole body quivers and shakes through our orgasms, and as they start to get slower, so does our kissing, until it’s all finally over in one sweet, silent moment.

I break the kiss to look at her half-lidded eyes.

“I’ve got to get you to my place for round two,” I growl.

She smiles through her orgasmic daze. “Sounds good. But Ben, seriously, the kitchen.”

I let out a sigh as my breathing returns to normal.

This whole treating-her-like-the-rest-of-them thing is going to be the hardest thing ever.