I glance at him, and gasp as his brown eyes lock with mine. He grins when he catches me. I linger on how bizarre it is not to be flirting or teasing each other, but the time for words is over. The hottest man in the world is on his knees for me.
A haze of lust and need descends on me, and I grit my teeth. I barely stay upright as I release the countertop and thrust one of my hands into his soft hair, fisting it. He roughly laps at my pussy as he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing it, pushing me closer to the edge. Heat shoots down my spine, and I clench the counter, struggling not to grind against his mouth.
“Come on my tongue.” His voice is gravelly, affected, and demanding.
I pant and beg but can’t form real words, just noises of desperation as I wriggle against his mouth.
His tongue returns to my clit as he thrusts one, then two fingers inside me.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please.”
He obediently follows my request and practically lifts me off the ground with the power of his thrusts. His tongue is rough against my clit, nearly as rough as his workman fingers inside me, and soon I’m screaming.
My knees shake as my orgasm rips through me.
My eyes twitch. My chest heaves. Sparks blind me as he continues to finger fuck me.
My voice is strained as I whimper his name.
“You’ve got another one for me. I need you bent over that counter in five, four—"
“Darling,” my mum shouts, careering through the door. “I saw your car in the car park and the light was on. Is everything okay?”
I squeal as Kalen helps me put my knickers back on. I search for my jeans. But my mum’s wide-eyed stare meets mine. My face is on fire, and I push strands of hair from my sweaty forehead as I prepare for the inevitable interrogation.
“Mrs Cloud,” Kalen says, stepping in front of me and tucking me behind the counter while holding out his hand that wasn’t inside me. “It’s nice to meet you.”
A satisfied grin settles on my mum’s face as she shakes it, her gaze trailing from his face all the way to where his boxers cling to his thickness. “It’s lovely to meet you too…”
“Kalen Lynch, Ma’am. A member of His Majesty’s Naval Service.”
“And what’s a fine gentleman like you doing semi-naked in the Cloud family cookery school, Kalen?”
I suck in a breath. “Stop looking so smug, mother,” I grunt. “Kalen helped me with the cookery school.”
“He’s helped you with more than that,” she retorts. Her head sweeps left and right. “Although you’ve done wonders here. Thank you. My daughter should have a good man to help her in all the ways she needs.”
“Normal mothers don’t say shit like that,” I blast.
“Honey, no one in this family is normal, and the sooner Kalen realises it, the easier it will be when he meets and spends time with all of us. Your boyfriend needs to learn what we’re like.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
I cringe waiting for Kalen to run from the building, clothes be damned, but instead, he chuckles as he redresses. “I can’t wait to meet all of you,” he confirms.
I stare at him as he pops my rugby shirt over my head and kisses my forehead. “Go with it. I’m doing what a gentleman would do.”
