Undercover Lovers (7 page)

She'd never been this wanton
before. Never felt uninhibited enough to masturbate in front of a
partner. Maybe because she didn't know him well enough yet, that
apprehension fell away.

Besides, it felt amazing.
Plucking on her clit with one hand, sparking sensation that
skittered out to her abdomen and limbs. Using two fingers now to
stroke inside her clenching pussy.

Then wet heat enveloped her
nipple and Saffron arched, gasping. His tongue swirled over her
tip, arousing. Teasing. It was almost instinct to roll her hips
faster, rubbing her clit a little harder. “Oh God,” she
panted.

He crossed to her other
breast. Sucking. Pulling. Using teeth and tongue to bring her to a
fever pitch.

Saffron twisted her free
hand in the sheets, gripping them. Needing an anchor. It wasn't
enough. She reached for him, pushing her fingers through his blond
spikes. August growled, nipping her lightly. “Come for
me.”

Her eyes slammed shut as her
hips punched into the air, an orgasm exploding out of her body. A
rush of moisture flooded her fingers. She felt boneless and
weightless, as if she would evaporate at once as sensation
overwhelmed her. She’d been biting down on her lip, trying to
stifle her moans, but now she cried out until her muscles locked
and she couldn’t make another sound.

Seconds—
minutes
—hours passed before her senses
returned.

“
That's my girl,” August
encouraged. “So pretty when you come.”

Opening her lids felt like
she dragged the weight of the world, but once she did, intense blue
eyes stared back at her. “August...please...”

“
Yes,
liebling
,” he said softly.

She needed. Right now, she
needed him. He understood her need.

He made short work of
sheathing himself in a condom and moved into her embrace. His lips
swept over hers, his tongue teasing along the seam of her
lips.

She almost sighed, wanting
to get lost in the feel of his mouth against hers. He kissed her as
if he found heaven in being with her. If only for tonight, Saffron
wanted to return the sentiment. Who knew what tomorrow would bring,
but tonight…

She moved her kisses over
his chin. Along his jaw line. The pulse in his neck lured her and
she bit down gently over it. Her mouth parted, her breath rushing
out as August rocked his hips.

A tremor rocketed through
her body as he impaled her on his cock, slowly driving forward.
Slowly filling her.

“
Oh my God…” Saffron
whimpered as he pushed every delicious inch of himself into her.
Stretching her neglected walls until she thought she couldn’t take
any more of the fullness. And still he filled her.

August drew his hips away
and pushed into her again. She tilted her own hips, grateful for
the minor reprieve while simultaneously suffering from the
momentary loss. He braced his forearms on either side of her and
she clamped onto his arms. After he pulled himself out again, his
hips drove forward harder than before. Faster. Again.

Saffron arched into him as
he managed to touch the same sweet spot over and over. Eyes
clenched, she soared as he moved in her, forcing the almost
unbearable pleasure. 

“
So hot. So tight.” August’s
voice sounded strained. His breath fanned against her skin before
he captured her lips.

She shouldn’t be here. In
the morning, during the light of day after she told him who she
was, all of this—this incredible union—would be forgotten. The way
he felt in her arms, the blazing kisses he trailed, the
satisfaction of hearing his rough breathing would have
vanished.

But she would not let those
thoughts steal her from him right now. Pushing them aside, Saffron
reveled in the way he felt in her body. On her body. The strength
of his thrusts. The force of his kisses.

A tremor churned deep in her
belly, until soon it turned into tingling. It spread in surges,
muscles locking with every wave. Saffron threw her head back and
screamed, coming hard, her nails digging into her lover's arms. “Oh
God...”

Her body was shaking,
trembling. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, clutching on to him,
coaxing him to come with her. The sound of him thrusting into her
wetness amplified next to the sound of their bodies coming
together.

August suddenly withdrew and
before the shock settled, he flipped her onto her hands and knees
and drove into her again. Saffron cried out, louder, as another
orgasm sneaked up on her. He kept hitting a wonderful spot and she
clutched the sheets, rolling her hips, loving the sound of his
grunts as he fucked her well. The tenderness from before dissipated
beneath the need for completion.

His grip on her hips
tightened painfully, but Saffron delighted in his rough touch. It
was worth the slight sting. Strangely comforting.

Her breathing was ragged.
Hoarse. Her throat dry from panting.

“
So good,” August
gritted.

It was! But she didn’t know
if she could take any more. Her knees burned from rubbing against
the sheets. Her hands would probably never unfurl, they’d been
clenched so tightly. She’d never felt so full—so exquisite—as she
did right now. Her body was dripping, both perspiration and cream
rolling down her thighs.

“
Scream for me again,” he
ordered.

She didn’t think she could;
he must have wrung her body of everything it was capable of giving
by now. But then August slid his hand from her hip and let a single
precise finger toy with her clit. His thrusting increased in pace,
his rubbing matching the frenzy.

Her gasping moans turned
into one long wail as the incredible pleasure speared through her
body. And then the wail had no choice but to morph into a scream.
“August!”

His breath caressed wetly
against her neck as she felt August close the space between their
bodies. He was thrusting hard, filling her, groaning as he came.
His lips moved over her skin, whispering words, searing kisses,
tasting.

Shivering arms refused to
hold their combined weight and Saffron fell forward, bringing
August with her. On any other day she might have been smothered by
his bulk, but for a few minutes more she wanted to bask in how he
felt connected to her. Besides, she had more important things to
deal with now: her overheated body struggling to return to normal,
where white lights didn’t appear in spots behind her eyelids and
her breathing didn’t belong to someone who’d just run the Boston
Marathon.

He groaned. “Sorry. Just a
minute…”

She blew out panting
breaths. “Dear heaven,
now
why are you sorry?”

“
Can’t get my arms and legs
to work. I must weigh a ton.”

She laughed, kissing the
section of his jaw she could reach. “It feels good. Don’t move
yet.”

“
Condom,” he said with
another groan and to her dismay, pulled out.

Saffron inhaled deeply,
pulling her hair away from her sweaty back while August left the
room. For the first time she noticed the scent of him in the
sheets, now combined with the heady scent of sex, and a little of
the tension which had eased earlier came creeping back.

So wrapped up in her
thoughts, she jumped when the bed dipped.

“
Did I startle you?” August
asked. He set the white paper bag on the nightstand, starting to
withdraw containers of food.

“
I must have dozed
off.”

He kissed the top of her
head. “Not yet. I still need to feed you.” He held out a bowl and
plastic spoon. “Think you can sit up?”

Her perpetually empty
stomach rumbled nosily as the first smell of something amazing
struck her. He didn’t have to ask her twice and she reached for the
soup. “
Zuppa di fungi
, right? Mushrooms?”

“
Very good.” He gave her a
sweet smile and Saffron took a minute to study him now.

While some of his intensity
had dissipated, a sexually satisfied August seemed gentler somehow.
A sudden urge to curl up next to him gathered in her and Saffron
had to stifle it. She would enjoy tonight; tomorrow held no
promises. She would not get too caught up in this man.

She took a sip of the soup
and moaned. “Oh my, this is almost better than the sex.”

“
Hey!”

“
I said
almost
.”

August dipped his head
toward her and Saffron lifted her lips to receive his kiss. It was
sensual and just as sweet as the smile he’d just gifted her with.
“What was that for?” she asked.

“
I haven’t had a night off
in almost five months. And this has probably been the best night
off I’ve had in years. Thank you.”

She tried to return his
smile, but guilt assailed her. Instead, Saffron busied her hands
and mouth with another spoonful of the wonderful soup.

In the morning, she’d tell
him.

In the morning, this
fairytale would come to an abrupt end.

Despite the fact he created
the recipes, August ate as if he’d never tasted food in his life.
He was famished and everything tasted so good. So vibrant. And
there was a beautiful naked woman in his bed, enjoying it with him.
What more could a man want?

“
You’re going to give
yourself indigestion at the rate you’re eating,” Saffron said,
laughing.

“
Making sure I power up for
round two.”

Her fork faltered over the
risotto, his masterpiece offering for Restaurant Week. She’d been
taking delicate bites of it, picking through the pieces,
identifying ingredients one by one, much to his
amusement.

“
There’s going to be a round
two?” she asked shyly.

God, he hoped so.
“Absolutely, if I have anything to say about it.”

Her smile erased any doubt
that she might not stick around, not that he'd had any.

“
It's getting late,” she
said, her lips curving into a smile.

“
Barely ten. I'm just
getting into my groove at this hour. Trust me, you won't want to
miss it.”

Saffron's eyes rolled. “How
can I resist a sales pitch like that?”

“
I know, right? It's like I
was born with a silver tongue.”

She flicked a rice grain at
him.

They ate a few more bites in
silence. August tried to slow down, to not look like a glutton in
front of the woman he was on a mission to impress. She continued to
tease out ingredients, setting them aside in stacks, as if
intrigued by each one. Her head canted to the side before her eyes
narrowed while she studied the food. Then she swirled the succulent
duck back into the creamy rice. Sweet pieces of fig joined the mix,
along with the few pieces of herbs she'd spread onto the side of
the bowl.

“
My God, you eat like a
scientist,” August said, smiling. It was rather fascinating to
watch.

She shrugged. “It's kind of
a hobby of mine. I like to figure out what's going into the food I
eat.”

Her words suddenly made him
a little wary and August tried to push it aside. Damn Vicky for
coming to him with something so ridiculous as accusing Saffron of
working for Brun.

It just went to prove that
the stress of Restaurant Week was becoming too much for his staff
to handle. He had to confess the annual event made him worse than a
bear with a mouthful of cavities. The pressure to perform—not just
perform, but
outperform
—everyone else in a side by side arena, translated into late
nights and overworked staff. Hell, maybe next year he'd step aside.
Just for one year. Give his staff a chance to actually enjoy
themselves instead of grow moodier. Then again, maybe they enjoyed
the extra tips. He’d have to ask and gauge their
interest.

“
You could just ask me
what's in it.”

“
Nah. This way is more fun.”
She suddenly sat upright. “Wait a minute. This risotto isn't on
your regular menu, is it? Neither is the mushroom soup.”

He grumbled. “You make it
sound so ordinary that way.
Zuppa di fungi
selvaggia
, if you please.”

“
But they're not, are they?
I don't remember seeing them tonight. Are they new or something?”
Her gaze strayed to the bowl of risotto.

If she noticed the way he'd
tried to deflect her question, he couldn't tell.

“
No, they're not on the
menu. Now eat. I want you to try dessert.” He arched a brow
suggestively. “It has a sauce designed for being licked from a
woman's thighs.”

“
But if they're not from the
regular menu, how did your cook know to make them?”

August set the rest of his
risotto aside, the urge to keep eating leaving him by the second.
He couldn't stop hearing Vicky's parting words to him when he
decided to deal with Saffron's possible duplicity on his
own.

Yes, technically it was his
night off and he wasn't needed at the restaurant for anything, but
for some reason he'd seen this woman and let all of his common
sense and ambition take a back seat. It had been a long time coming
to do something so frivolous, but with every question she asked
him, self-doubt assailed him.