Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Chef

He chuckles as he presses inside me.

“Oh…oh, God!” I cry out, my back arching off the mattress as he stretches me with his length.

I’m still amazed that I was able to take all of him last night. When I first saw his dick, I was sure it would never fit, and if it did, it would be uncomfortable. Instead, it fits perfectly and feels so damn good.

Alec bottoms out inside me. “So good,” he groans, his head lowering toward mine.

I meet him halfway, our lips colliding in a messy kiss as we move together. My hips rock up, meeting his thrusts. I grip his shoulders, my fingers slipping over the sweat dotting his skin.

“So tight,” he groans as my core clenches around him, causing him to swear.

He leans back on his knees, the angle changing so that he presses against my clit with each stroke.

“Alec,” I cry in warning.

His gaze darkens as he focuses all his attention on getting me off again. He grips my hips, his thrusts becoming punishing as we strain to reach our peaks. I can tell he’s close, can feel it in the tension in his muscles. When he looks up from where we’re joined to meet my eyes, I can’t hold back anymore.

“Alec,” I whisper, my vision narrowing to him as I fly into oblivion.

“Coco,” he grunts, his head tipping back as he finds his release.

His hips slow, finally becoming still as we catch our breaths.

His eyes open, meeting mine, and he grins. “Morning,” he says softly, bracing himself on his palms as he bends to kiss me.

I laugh against his mouth, and he smiles wider.

A phone dings, and I know our time together is about to end.

Alec pulls out of me gently, rolling onto his side to grab his phone and read the message. “I need to head to Palmer’s,” he says apologetically.

“Have fun.”

“What are you going to do today?” he asks as he climbs out of bed.

“I need to clean my apartment, grab some groceries, that kind of stuff. I might have to prep some stuff for work this week. Then… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll read or something.”

“Sounds like fun.”

I look at him from beneath my lashes. “You could play hooky and join me.”

He sighs. “I wish. I need to test out the new menu and perfect the dishes.”

“Too bad.” I lazily roll onto my side, letting the sheet slip down to my waist.

“You could stay in bed all day, just like this,” he says smoothly, reaching out to pinch one of my nipples.

“We’ll see.”

He groans as he steps back. With one last look, he goes into the bathroom.

I sigh as I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. I should get up, get dressed, and go home, but I find myself lying there as Alec showers and comes back into the bedroom to get dressed.

“Decide to stay?” he asks me hopefully.

I shake my head. “No, I need to go get some work done. I’ll see you later?”

“Count on it.”