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her teach and lead you she can take you places in your career. Just listen to her and do as she says. I know you’ll do well.”
    Pressing the number to erase the message, Jacob snorted. His father had no idea how right he’d been. Chef Anne was bossy, demanding and sexy as hell. Even now, after having the best sex of his life, his cock protested being away from her as it started to get hard again. Shit, he had to get himself under control. He’d come in hard—leaving the same way almost seemed like bad form. But maybe Anne would help him out with that again. His gaze went to the closed door behind him and he imagined the sleeping woman he’d left on the bed. She was gorgeous, but there was so much more than that. He’d admired her for years, built his career around hers and had practically worshiped her since the first time he’d seen her cook.
    He bit his lower lip, thinking better of pushing his luck with the older woman who had shown him just how she liked to control the men under her. And there it was. His cock got hard again at the image of Anne sitting on him, her big tits bouncing as she rode his cock. He’d been tied down and damn unfair that had been of her, but once she’d released him and he’d gotten to touch her, it had made the desire to do so much stronger. If every time was like that no wonder Anne liked it so much.
    He’d done kink before with girls in his past. Sort of. It hadn’t been anything like this. With them he’d been playing or simply trying out a fantasy or something he’d seen in porn. This was a full blown orgasm for his mind. Which sounded corny but actually made perfect sense to him, at least—Anne had not only turned on his body, but his brain had been engaged too. It was probably the most amazing sexual experience he’d ever had and he really hoped it wouldn’t be his last chance with her. That would just be too miserable of a thing to consider. If he never got to touch her again, to feel her breasts in his hands or her full mouth sighing against his as he entered her… No. He shook his head. That wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t let it. Anne would just have to accept that he was in her life now, as someone to fuck silly whenever she wanted to if nothing else. He wanted more but he could settle for that. He knew enough to know that a woman like that just didn’t come around all the time, and now that he’d found her, he wasn’t about to just let her go that easily.
    “Jacob?” she called from the bedroom.
    He looked up, surprised to see her standing in the doorway, naked and seemingly proud of her body. When she turned he could see the red lines on her shoulders and back. She wore them proudly, even putting her hair up in a tie to show them off.
    “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” she told him over her shoulder.
    Jacob smiled, easily recognizing that tone and once again knowing where he stood with her. “Yes, Chef. Sorry, Chef,” he said, walking quickly to catch up with her. “Won’t happen again.”
    Anne winked at him over her shoulder. “See that it doesn’t. Now, I suppose we should talk about the executive chef position at Ale. Now that we’ve covered a few other positions of course.”
    Jacob laughed, catching her joke and sharing it with her. “I want it.”
    “I’d figured as much,” she replied, nodding. “I’m going to take a shower. Join me and get cleaned off. Then we’ll discuss duties, your potential salary and I’ll take you to dinner there.”
    “At Ale?” he asked, surprised.
    Her smile faltered for a moment. “Of course at Ale. That restaurant is my baby, stocked with all my favorite foods and preparing my best dishes to my specifications. Your restaurant should always be your first choice of where you’d like to eat. If it isn’t then you need to change it so that it becomes so. Why? Is there something wrong with my beloved Ale?”
    Jacob stared at her, the kinky kitten he’d had sex with turning into a