I paused to let his question sink in, chewing my lip. “I heard you call yourself my boyfriend earlier. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He tipped his head back and forth. “Hmm. Yeah. I think I am.”
“Your secret girlfriend?”
“Secret for now,” he said, “not secret forever. And I would be your secret boyfriend. Your only boyfriend, but a secret one.”
I giggled. “Got it.” I bit my bottom lip, drinking in his sunshiny face. “Yeah. I’ll be your secret girlfriend.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
HARLAN
MARCH
“Morning, Chef,”I called as I passed the kitchen on the way to get my coffee.
As usual, I either barely heard her response or she didn’t respond at all. I think we’d both been making a conscious effort to act normal at work, but normal for us was probably not normal for everyone else. I made sure to call her Chef at work and during our lessons, but Emma when we were together otherwise.
Which hadn’t been nearly as much as I’d like.
When I came back through the dining room, Chef lingered by the doorway.
“You’re past my tile, Chef,” I said, toeing the line on the floor.
“Miguel’s gone this morning,” she said with a little purr in her voice, but then Cap came bounding into the dining room with a loud, “Morning, Chef!”
Emma straightened and continued. “So, I was wondering if you could help me get a pan down.”
“What’s that? Need help, Chef?” Cap came to stand so he was almost toe to toe with Emma and me.
She waved him off. “No, Royce can do it. He owes me one.”
Cap laughed. “Oh. For being annoying? Nice.”
I shot him a smug glance. “You just upped the ante on how annoying I can be.”
Emma’s fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Come on.”
“I think we’re starting at 9:30, Royce,” Cap called as he went by again.
“‘Kay!” Emma was still pulling on my arm. “Ow,” I whined.
“Baby,” she grumbled.
“I think you meant ‘Daddy,’” I corrected her.
We turned the corner into the alcove where I got a pan down for her before when Chef fisted the middle of my shirt and smashed her mouth to mine. All the details took too long to register.
Miguel was off. She wasn’t serving food until after practice. She had a few minutes.
My mind was quickly muddled with our kiss, with her body tucked into mine, with her scent surrounding me and her hands all over me. I moaned into her mouth and I got hard so fast it got trapped against my leg. If I got called into practice now, I’d be fucked because her touch, her proximity, was making me need releasenow. I wasted no time, dropping my hand to rub her through her pants. Emma pulled out of our kiss and slipped her fingers into the waistband of my athletic shorts. We were starting our workout in the weight room, and I technically should have been on a bike to warm up.
This would have to do for cardio.
She dropped to her knees and brought my shorts with her. My cock almost hit her in the face when it was freed, and she took the opportunity to run her tongue up the underside of my shaft. “These things gonna break my teeth?”
I laughed. “Not if you don’t give me a tooth job.”