“No, I didn’t put drugs in it,” Draven says, rolling his eyes at his brother, and drags me back into the kitchen. “I put the ultimate drug in it,” he mutters, just for me, his gaze softening on my face. “My fiancée.”
I swear, I’m floating. “You really caught me off guard with that one.”
“I’ll ask you properly later.” He pulls me to a stop in front of the stove where the pot of sauce is halfway gone. Looking at me closely, he frowns. “You’re going to say yes, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I am.”
Pride and relief go to war on his face and suddenly, I’m scooped up, giggling as my thighs wrap around Draven’s waist. Just before Draven kisses me, I notice Pierre watching me with narrow-eyed suspicion just over Draven’s shoulder. But then my fiancé's mouth is on mine and the kitchen is cheering while we groan into a celebratory kiss.
Pierre’s sharp watchfulness slips right out of my head.
For now.
Chapter Ten
Draven
Hours later, I’m not even halfway through dinner service yet and the sauce has almost run out. Customers have continued to pile into Tartine over the course of the day, and the phone is ringing off the hook with reservation requests. We’ve been forced to stop accepting to-go orders because the kitchen can’t handle them all at once. The restaurant has made more money today than it has in two weeks combined. All because of Claire’s mouth.
Just thinking about her eager, young tongue twining with mine has me pressing my wood up against the handle of the oven, allowing myself a couple of humps. I’m feverish, head to toe, needy for her body. I’m addicted to her. It’s an addiction I don’t want to break; I just want to indulge it now. Over and over again. All night. All day.
I stare down into the bottom of the pot where the remainder of the magical sauce simmers. I do not like that other people are tasting something that comes from her.
Not at all.
In fact, when I think about it too hard, I’m overcome with rage. Jealousy.
Her mouth is mine. No one else has the right to get this close to tasting it.
It’smine.
My only saving grace is that no one knows she’s the unwitting mastermind behind the sauce that has the whole region in a frenzy. Otherwise, there would be no way I could continue to spoon the sauce over chicken. Or steak. Hell, people are coming in and simply ordering bowls of the stuff, drinking it down like water. We’ve finally managed to get the dining room under control, but last I heard, there were several couples getting busy in the parking lot.
I feel Claire at my elbow, and I turn to her eagerly, wrapping her in my arms and inhaling the fruity fragrance of her hair. “Hey,” I say, gruffly. God, I missed her and she was only standing a couple of yards away at the sink. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” she says sweetly, kissing my cheek.
“Today is your last day doing dishes,” I say, stroking my hands down her back, wishing we were alone so I could simply lift her up and tuck myself inside her extra-snug hole. Bounce her around on my cock. God, I needin.“My girl doesn’t wash dishes for a living.”
She wrinkles her nose at me. “What will I do instead?”
I consider her question. “Well, you’re not going to be a waitress or hostess, because I’ll be goddammed if customers are going to ogle my wife.” Turning her away from the rest of the kitchen staff’s regard, I give her ass a nice hard squeeze beneath her skirt, then I pet the sting away. “I think our only option is to teach you how to cook.”
“I know how to cook,” she says primly, tossing her blonde hair back. “I cooked for my whole family for years.”
A weight turns over in my chest. “Then I’ll teach you how to cook for pleasure.”
Her eyes go gentle with affection. “If you give me any more pleasure, I won’t be able to stand it,” she whispers, tightening her legs around me, her breath hitching when she feels how fat she’s made my dick. “The whole kitchen staff are being nice to me now.”
Jealousy ticks in my throat. “Why?”
“Because I made the boss nice. You haven’t called anyone a pissant all day.”
She presses her forehead to mine and laughs, causing my chest to flood with emotion. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Claire.”
“I’m so in love with you, too, Draven.” She kisses me softly. “That’s why I want to help you make some more sauce.”
I’m already shaking my head. Up until now, I didn’t realize how much it was killing me to send the essence of my girl out to strangers. “We’re not making anymore. Every part of you is mine and I’m not selling.”