Chapter 99. Chef For Daddy: pt. 5

I didn’t pull away when Mr. Enzo leaned in closer, his hand still rubbing slow, warm circles on my waist. His words—”Let’s do this, sweetheart”—hung in the air. My breath caught, body tingling from his touch, a mix of nerves and something warmer, deeper, that I’d never felt so strongly before. I nodded, barely, my cheeks burning as I whispered, “Okay.”

That was all he needed. His mouth found mine in a kiss that started gentle—lips brushing, testing—then deepened fast, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made me gasp. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me easily onto the kitchen counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, the cool surface pressing against my thighs as he stepped between them.

”You taste so sweet,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough but tender. His hands slid up under my shirt, palms warm on my bare skin, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I arched into him, a soft whimper escaping as he pushed my shirt higher