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his breath become choppy and shallow she grinned. The wicked feeling inside of her was wonderful. She hadn’t felt so untamed and sexy in quite a while. ‘I want to taste it.’
    And taste it she did. Jill licked the flared silken tip of his cock, gathering the gem of precome that rested there just for her. With great care – and a maddening laziness, she hoped – she sucked the head of him into her mouth, swirling her lips around his flesh the way she would a lollipop.
    ‘You’re killing me,’ he sighed. Cole’s fingers twisted in her hair and he tugged just enough to quicken her blood. ‘But I don’t mind dying if this is how I go.’
    ‘Hush up, Chef,’ she said so the words vibrated up the length of him and he twisted beneath her – restless.
    ‘You have an amazing mouth,’ he gasped when she took him fully in and tried to touch her lips to the base of him.
    ‘So do you,’ she said as she pulled him free of her mouth. Then she swept parted lips up and down his shaft until he was thrusting up against her waiting lips.
    ‘I’m going to come in about ten seconds,’ he admitted, his tan hands fisting in the white sheets.
    Jill rolled to her side and he moved with her. She pushed her hand between his legs and cupped his ass to hold him close. She was nearly able to stop moving because by then he was thrusting so mindlessly he was literally fucking her face and all she had to do was receive him. The feral-crazy sexiness of the moment wasn’t lost on her. It brought goose bumps out on her skin.
    Receive him, she did. With a great amount of glee. He was going to come. Because of her. And that made her stomach tingle with excitement.
    ‘Jesus,’ he said. He let out a great growl and came hard. The saltwater taste of him filled her mouth and Jill did her best to get him all, licking him even when he had finished and was starting to soften. Every stroke of her tongue made him jump like he’d been shocked. 
    When she sat up and looked at him, Cole touched her hair and said, ‘Am I dead?’
    ‘No.’ She worked her way up to him and went to kiss him. This time, she moved slowly in case he didn’t want to. Some men were … funny about it. But he gripped the back of her head and pulled her with the best amount of force. It made her body tingle all over again. 
    ‘This time you taste it,’ she said and parted her lips to receive the full brunt of his tongue against hers.
    She realised as he took her mouth in a deep kiss that she hadn’t obsessed about her odds of winning in hours.
    He was magic.

    Jill suppressed a yawn and it was true they were contagious because a second later Cole did the same.
    He stroked her hair and she realised why cats always looked so smug and satisfied. It felt good.
    ‘Who are you proving yourself to?’ he asked lazily.
    The sheet was the only thing on them and the heat of his body was keeping her warm and toasty. The hotel stayed fairly warm but the outside temperature in D.C. was roughly 30 degrees.
    ‘The general public,’ she admitted. Then she confessed the whole messy sous chef thing and the scandal and the way it had felt to have people questioning her restaurant and the integrity of her staff. ‘One person ruined my reputation and I want it back.’
    He nodded showing he understood and moved on to stroke her back. Even through his tee it felt good to have his hands on her. It pleased her more than she’d ever admit that he remembered her from the cooking demo they’d both attended. Jill had thought she was the only one who recalled their former meeting – no matter how brief. She’d thought him very handsome and way too interesting even then.
    ‘How about you?’ she asked, tickling her fingertips along the ladder marks of his flat stomach. The man worked out, that was for sure. Jill wasn’t so used to the chefs she worked with being so … ripped.
    He blew out a long sigh and said, ‘Myself.’
    ‘That’s it? Yourself?’ she said, grinning. She gazed up