by Snow, Jenika
And then she only had her panties on, the material feeling soaked from how wet she already was.
He placed his hands on her inner thighs, spread them open, and she held her breath. Lucas looked between her legs and groaned.
He closed his eyes as if he were in pain. “You’re so fucking wet I can see a damp spot through your panties.” He opened his eyes and looked at her again. Never taking his focus from her face, he leaned in and sucked her clit right through the material of her underwear. She grabbed hold of the back of the couch with one hand and curled her fingers around the edge of the cushion with the other.
Her entire body was ramrod straight as he sucked on her, the cotton a barrier she wanted gone.
With a deep, guttural groan, he all but tore her underwear from her, held up the tattered remains, and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Millie couldn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say even if she could have found her voice.
“You ready for me, baby?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“Good because I’m going to devour you.”
14
Two days later
Millie rubbed at Lucas’s shoulders. His office door was closed, and she could freely touch him any way she wanted. She loved feeling his arms and body, especially when it was against her.
What she didn’t want was for the rest of their colleagues to know they were dating. Not only was he her tutor, but also her lover and her boss. She could never forget that.
“You worry way too much.”
“I need the menu to be perfect.”
“It is. Your restaurant is going to be the busiest place around. You’ve catered for every taste, from vegan to meat lover. Honestly, I really don’t know what to do with you.”
“I can think of several things.” He suddenly pulled out his chair, and before she knew what was happening, she was in his lap.
Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I want to play with you. It’ll stop me from making changes.”
“You’ve made a hundred changes since I’ve been doing this with you. How long have you been planning this menu?”
“Since New Year.”
She rolled her eyes.
Lucas always looked so put together and in control, and seeing him this nervous about a menu, she knew how much his restaurant meant to him.
“Why is it so important? Is it just about your reputation? Do you feel the need to do better than last year?” She cupped his face, running her thumb across his lips. She loved touching him. It was still surreal to her to be with him. He was an enigma to her, one she wanted to keep on figuring out.
His hand rested on her thigh. She watched him, waiting, knowing there was more to the menu than simply being the best.
“Valentine’s Day is a horrible day.”
“Hey.”
“Hear me out.”
She rolled her eyes but was silent.
“It’s one day in the year that men and women are supposed to show and declare their love for one person.”
“I think it has more about it than that.”
He shook his head. “I, personally, want love to be worth more than a bunch of flowers and chocolates. Love is supposed to be for every single day. One day shouldn’t make a difference.”
“So, if you’re so against Valentine’s Day, why obsess over the menu?”
“Because it’s that one day that can change a couple’s life. I’ve seen so many men propose, a couple of women, but mostly men. They are always so nervous, and they worry about making a good impression, wanting everything to be perfect.” He reached over her, opening up a drawer, and withdrawing a notepad. “I’ve got twenty men who have already been in contact with me. I’ve got specific details they want in order for it to be the best day of their lives.”
Sitting up, she took the paper from him.
“Champagne that’s clear enough for a ring. Seared beef that’s rare but not bleeding. Pasta with vodka. Mousse. Wow,” she said. The list went on and on.
Now the constant changes to the menu made sense.
“I’m the best because I make sure I’m always on top.” He pulled her close. His lips pressed against her neck. His tongue traced over her pulse, making her ache in all the right places for him. “I can handle the stress of making one day perfect. I can do it all but this year, I’ve had a distraction. A very beautiful, sexy distraction.”
He sucked on her neck and she released a whimper, feeling her need begin to open up. “You’ve done everything you can.” She licked her dry lips.
“I know. Now I want something else.”
The uniform she wore required a skirt. All of Lucas’s waitresses wore skirts. He began to gather up the material of it.
“You drive me crazy. I can’t even think.”
She cried out as he placed his hand against her pussy.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. “Anyone could come in.”
“You said that about Timothy and we weren’t disturbed.”
He tore at her panties, tossing them on the floor without a care in the world.
Leaning back against him, she cried out as he slid a finger deep inside her. The pleasure was intense but not enough. She needed his fingers, needed all of him, and not a second too soon either.
He added a second finger and a third.
She thrust up against his hand, needing him, not wanting him to stop. He didn’t. His other hand squeezed her tit and she felt the hardness of his cock against her ass.
“I’ve got to be inside you.”
He pulled his fingers from inside her as he stood her up. She watched as he tore open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. She didn’t have a clue how she was going to explain that to her co-workers, but she’d figure something out later.
He spun her around, keeping the skirt above her waist. Lucas sat back down, guiding her over his erection.
He was so much bigger than his fingers.
Every single inch felt glorious as he filled her.
On the last inch, he slammed in deep, making her gasp. She closed her eyes, basking in the immense pleasure of being completely surrounded by him.
His hands moved to her tits, cupping them.
“I can’t get enough of you, Millie. I don’t like going home to my lonely bed. I need you.”
She moaned, but he didn’t stop. He moved his hands down to her waist, lifting her up and sliding her back down on his dick. Using the desk for leverage, she began to grind on him, needing release.
“Move in with me.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “W-What? I can’t.”
“I want you to.”
“Lucas.”
“Shh, just think about it.”
One of his hands moved between her thighs to stroke her clit as the other held on to her breast. His fingers stroked her tit and pussy, making it hard to focus on anything.
“I want you to come all over my cock, and then I’m going to fill this tight pussy with my cum. Let me hear you, Millie. Let me hear all of it.”
She couldn’t deny him.
Lucas had a hold over her that she couldn’t understand.
He brought her to a mind-numbing release, all the time aware of his question.
Moving in together was such a huge step. Was it one she could really make?
15
“Move in with me.”
Millie thought about Lucas and his offer, played his words in her mind over and over again.
As she stood in her bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around her, beads of water dotting her skin and her damp hair hanging over her shoulders, all she could think about was how much she wanted to take Lucas up on his offer.
But on the heels of that thought, a little devil whispered in her ear, telling her it was too soon, that they hardly knew each other. It didn’t matter if she’d wan
ted him for longer than she cared to admit. They’d only been dating a few days.
Jumping into something so serious was a huge step, not one she was sure she could do.
She lifted her hand and ran it over the mirror, wiping off the fog that covered the glass. “What is even happening?” she whispered.
She stared at her reflection, the woman staring back at her plain, nothing extraordinary. She certainly never thought she’d be with a man like Lucas. Yet he wanted her, cared about her. And that was enough.
Millie didn’t have to think she was a supermodel, didn’t have to worry about being too thick in the thighs, or if her butt was a little too big for most men’s tastes.
Lucas loved every single part of her. And that was all that mattered. They were all that mattered together.
And tonight, she was going to an employee dinner, one Lucas held every year. It was almost like a pep rally, something that he put together to motivate everybody for the upcoming holiday rush.
Valentine’s Day had always been a big deal to him, and she wondered if he was a romantic at heart. No, she didn’t wonder. She knew.
She felt it in the way he touched her, in the things he said.
She felt it in the way he looked at her, in the way he brushed her hair over her shoulder, his fingers lingering on her skin.
She’d been falling in love with him before she even admitted that to herself. And working for him, seeing him daily, had been hard, maybe one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
Millie had never thought she had a chance with him, that anything would ever come of her feelings. But love was funny, and life worked in weird ways.
Here she was, in a relationship with her boss, him already asking her to move in with him.
Life certainly was crazy.
She smiled at her reflection, feeling like no matter what she decided to do, things would work out. She loved Lucas, and she needed to tell him that. It might scare him, have him realizing that commitment was a little too strong. Heck, if he could ask her to move in with him so soon, surely her finally telling him how much she loved him wouldn’t be such a shock.
But the thought of actually admitting those words out loud scared her, almost to the point that she closed herself off, built that wall around her once more.
She smiled at her reflection, feeling that nervousness dim as she realized things would be okay. They had to be, because this was her life.
She took half an hour to get ready, then called a cab to take her to the restaurant. As she sat in the back of the vehicle and watched the suburbs turn to the city, she realized that tonight she could very well lose Lucas.
But on the heels of that, she also reminded herself that if he was afraid of committing to her after she said she loved him, then moving in with him had just been a lust-inspired string of words he’d said.
She’d find out soon enough what road he’d actually meant to take where she was concerned.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she paid the driver and climbed out, smoothing her hands over the modest dress she’d decided to wear. She stepped through the front doors, the interior a flurry of activity as dinner was being prepared for them.
Millie looked around and spotted Lucas off to the side speaking with one of the chefs. She smiled, her heart instantly racing, her belly clenching.
Here we go.
16
Millie looked stunning as always. Lucas watched as she listened to another joke one of his chefs was telling. He didn’t feel jealous of another man having her attention. He’d seen the little looks she’d been shooting his way all night long. She couldn’t deny her attraction and he knew by the end of the night she’d be coming home with him.
Next week was the Valentine’s Day feast and, like all big events that were particularly challenging to the restaurant, he always found the time to make sure his staff were given a night off, filled with good food, drink, music, and a chance to just have some fun. It also gave him the chance to thank them and to get them excited about the coming Valentine’s Day event. He needed them to be at the top of their game. He found it made for a more productive team.
Several of the waiters and waitresses were on the dance floor, enjoying the music.
Millie still hadn’t given him an answer, and he wanted one.
Climbing out of his chair, he excused himself, making his way to her side.
“Can I have this dance?” he asked.
She accepted his hand, and they moved to the makeshift dance floor. Tomorrow the restaurant would be put back to order and then they’d go into the Valentine’s Day prep.
“You shouldn’t be asking me to dance. What if they suspect something?” she said.
“Let them. But I can always ask someone else to dance.” He grinned, teasing. He saw the jealousy flash in her eyes and chuckled. “You can’t have it both ways.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
He’d gladly scream from the rooftops that she belonged to him.
Timothy had been asking after her as well. He considered his son’s curiosity a really good sign.
“Have you thought any more about my question?” he asked.
“I don’t think we should talk about it here.”
“No one can hear us, Millie. You can’t keep running from the question.”
“I’m not running.”
“Could have fooled me.”
She jerked in his arms, trying to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“Will you stop it?”
“What do you want me to stop?” he asked.
She pressed her lips together, glancing around the room to see who might be listening. No one had heard them. There was nothing to fucking hear.
Besides, he’d deal with anyone who thought to question his relationship with Millie. She needed to get used to him, one way or another, because he wasn’t going anywhere.
“No one can hear us, Millie.”
“You don’t want me to move in with you.”
At that, he threw his head back and burst out laughing.
“Will you stop?”
“What makes you think I didn’t mean to ask you?” He was anxiously waiting for her answer. “If I didn’t want you to move in with me, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Because it was in the heat of the moment. Clearly, you were high on arousal, and the words were just blurted out.”
“So, you think I only asked you to move in with me because I was happy to have fucked you?”
“I mean, yeah.”
He shook his head. “No. Fuck this shit.”
He grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind him. Let the others talk. They all worked for him. If they knew what was good for them, they’d keep their mouths shut.
Slamming the door to his office behind him, he pressed her up against it.
“You think I only asked you because I was fucking you? Are you for real right now?”
“This is all new, Lucas. What am I supposed to think? Not that long ago, you didn’t pay me any attention.”
He cursed. “I was being a good boss. One that didn’t get slapped with a sexual harassment lawsuit. You think I didn’t want you? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hire you, knowing there was a chance I couldn’t have you? I’m not used to waiting around for what I want, Millie. I take what I want and the moment you sat your sweet ass in my chair, I knew I wanted you, and I wanted you so fucking badly.”
“Lucas?”
“I’ll ask you again, so you know I’m not fucking around with you. Will you move in with me?” He stroked her cheek. “See, we’re not having sex. I don’t even have your pussy on my mind. I want you, Millie. Not your body.”
She was breathing so deeply.
He was mesmerized by her.
He couldn’t believe his own reaction to her.
“What about Timothy?”
“Is he a game changer for you?”
“No, no of course not.”
“Then I�
��m going to keep him,” he teased.
She chuckled. “You said that you don’t like having people around him.” She was so adorable. “It’s just you asked so suddenly. We haven’t known each other for that long.”
He shook his head. “I knew from the moment I first saw you that I wanted you as mine.”
“You think we’re going to last?” She licked her lips.
He leaned in close. “If I kiss you right now are you going to think the worst of me?”
“No.”
“You won’t think I’m asking you at the height of my need?”
She giggled. “Kiss me, Lucas.”
“Tell me your answer.” He gripped her hips, staring into her pretty eyes. He didn’t know when it happened, but there was no doubt of his feelings for this woman.
“Yes.”
Slamming his lips down on hers, he thought it was the best word he’d heard in his whole life.
17
Millie would have been content and happy to spend the rest of the night in Lucas’s office, but he had planned this get-together, and no doubt there would be questions from his staff.
“I meant what I said, Millie. I cared about you from the moment I first saw you step into my office. I knew I was going to have a hard time controlling myself around you, resisting you.” He cupped her cheek and smoothed his finger along her top lip, his focus on her mouth.
Her breath caught at his words.
“And maybe it seems fast, because we had just been dating a short while before I asked you to move in with me. But I’ve never felt anything this strong with anyone. I’ve never wanted to give myself over fully to anyone but you.” He lifted his gaze and looked in her eyes. “But when I look into your face, feel you against me, run my hands down your body, it feels like perfection. If feels like I’m home.”
She licked her lips, wanting to say so much more, wanting to tell him that she felt the same way. Millie had never believed in love at first sight, and although it had been lust in that first moment she saw him, her feelings over time had grown to something consuming.