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through a tunnel, my
brain was so focused on the pleasure that my body was receiving.
Brendan lightly stroked my ass with one hand, as his other pumped
in and out of me, and when he flicked his thumb repeatedly over my
clit, I felt my orgasm start to build.
    “God, yes,” I
whispered, half out of my mind. “Don’t stop or I’ll fucking kill
you.”
    I knew I
sounded like a psycho, but was beyond caring. The build was already
unlike anything I’d ever felt before, so I just knew I was about to
come hard. I didn’t care if he knew it, I just needed him to get me
there. Now!
    “Hold on,
Freckles,” he said, his breath hot against my neck. I heard a
rustle and tear, and barely had time to register the fact that he
was protecting us both, before I lost his fingers. I was about to
scream out at the loss … Yes, seriously … scream , when they
were replaced with something a helluva lot better.
    He braced my
hips with his hands as he thrust inside, and I pushed back to meet
him, grinding as I met his rhythm. I felt a dangerous thrill when
he grasped the bulk of my hair in his hand and tugged it and he
moved. Once our pace was set, I nearly wept with relief when he
bent over me and began circling my clit once more.
    With the smell
of sex in the air, and the sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, I
lost myself in the feel of his thighs slapping against mine, and
let myself go. Completely.
    I don’t know
how long I came, or how long it took for him to join me, I was too
lost in the moment, but when I finally came to, we were sprawled
out on the bed, slick with sweat and breathing heavily. I felt my
lips curve up in satisfaction, as I drifted off into a sleep
induced by good drinks and fantastic sex.
    I awoke with a
start sometime later. The room was dark, and the light from the
alarm clock said it was four a.m. I got up slowly, and gathered my
things as quietly as I could, giving Brendan one last long look
before I tiptoed down the stairs, shoving my cell phone in my
purse, my shoes dangling from my fingertips.
    I didn’t leave
a number, or anyway for him to get ahold of me. I figured this was
probably his MO, and didn’t want to seem like a clinger by leaving
anything behind … or worse, like a groupie who didn’t know when to
let a one-night stand be a one-night stand.
    I gave him a
mental high-five for a fantastic time as I slipped out of his loft,
assuming I’d never see him again. At least I’d always have a great
story, and the memory of the hot singer with a sexy smile and
smokin’ young body.

 

    Chapter Three ~
Brendan
     
    As I pulled my
bike into the parking garage near my culinary school, I felt a rush
of anticipation at getting back in the kitchen. The time I’d spent
abroad had been a priceless learning experience, but I was ready to
finish what I’d started, and there was only one semester standing
in my way. After graduation, I was sure I would land the job of my
dreams, working with Chef Agard in one of his restaurants.
    I’d had the
pleasure of meeting and working with him during my time in France,
and was eager to learn more from the master of French cuisine.
    I shrugged on
my chef’s coat as I entered the building, and stopped with a grin
when I saw a couple of my buddies talking as they set up their
stations.
    “Bren,” my
friend and fellow student, Hector, called in greeting when he
looked up and saw me approaching. “Long time no see, brother, how’s
it been?”
    We slapped
hands, then I turned to do the same with Jerrod, our other
buddy.
    “Yeah, man, how
was Europe?” he asked.
    “Great,” I
answered as I found my way to an open station, the students at the
others already laying out their equipment. “We’ll have to grab a
drink and I’ll tell you all about it.” I nodded toward the front,
where the instructor usually perched, and asked, “Gordon still
crazy as ever?” Referring to the teacher who’d busted our balls for
two years.
    “Nah,” Jerrod
said, shaking his head.