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Elle, you really are clueless in the culinary arts department, aren’t you?”
    “You honestly need me to answer that after watching me flail like a landed fish for two entire classes?” I asked, my face heating for some weird reason.
    He sighed then kissed me. It had to be one of the most deliciously filthy kisses I’d ever gotten, deep and carnal, his mouth tasting mine like I was made of the finest dark chocolate. When he lifted his head, I’d forgotten what we were discussing.
    “I’m sorry.” He looked exactly the opposite.
    “No, you’re not. And I want to touch you so badly I can hardly stand it.”
    “I’ll untie you in a bit, I promise.” Another slow, thorough kiss that made me whimper it was so good. This time even he looked as though he was ready to give up and just fuck me stupid. He cleared his throat as though he was getting ready to teach the class. “This is called a ball whisk, aptly named for the small, round objects located on the ends of its prongs. It’s used primarily for whipping things like eggs.” His gaze slid to my face.“ You would’ve gotten a chance to use it in class tonight when we made the soufflés.”
    This was the spot where the apology came in, and I was honestly contrite. “Yeah, about that remark I made…I’m truly sorry, Kevin. I lack a filter sometimes, as you can tell. It’s a real problem. Gets me into trouble constantly with my family and friends, what few I have left.”
    He shook his head. “It’s fine. I didn’t have to cancel class like I did, but I wanted to get you alone.”
    I tried to ignore the way my heart fluttered beneath my sternum like a trapped wild bird. It was no use. A sad little flame of hope flickered to life. “So you could teach me a lesson?”
    “Maybe.” The whisk closed around my nipple again. Kevin compressed the prongs until the tension got so tight the pinch made me try to pull away. “Don’t resist. It’ll hurt worse. Breathe through it, wait and see what happens.”
    “Methinks you’re a bit of a sadist, Chef.”
    He grinned slyly, an acknowledgment if there ever was one, and switched the whisk to my other breast. The tiny round balls were smooth to the touch as he brushed them over the thin, sensitive skin. Just as I’d fall into the pleasant sensation, he’d use it to pinch my nipple again. Pain sharpened to a fine point then morphed into something else, something warm and narcotic, almost mimicking an illicit drug rushing through my veins. It was intoxicating and addictive. I could see how people became pain addicts. It was the rawness of it, the honesty. You couldn’t hide from it. You couldn’t run away. So I gave in and let it pull me under its spell.
    I desperately wanted Kevin to fuck me, so badly I could hardly keep still. Now, now, now. My back arched off the table, and I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs. I needed it like I’d never needed the act before, and I said so. Sort of. “ Please , Kevin.”
    The whisk clattered into the sink. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and tossed a condom next to my thigh. I heard the clink of his belt buckle, the soft hiss of his zipper being lowered, the condom wrapper tearing open. Then I was being lifted into a sitting position and scooted toward the edge of the counter.
    It suddenly dawned on me that he hadn’t left his place between my legs to untie me from the cabinet. The apron strings were still twisted around my wrists. “You tricked me.”
    “No, I didn’t.” He untangled the knot of the apron with lightning speed. “You just assumed I tied you down. You never resisted.”
    As if I would even consider doing that.
    I glanced down at his cock, dark beneath the latex, standing thick and ready between our bodies. I could sympathize. My greedy hands went to the hem of his T-shirt, but Kevin stopped me before I could strip it off.
    “Wait.”
    I frowned. “Why?”
    He guided himself to me and pressed inside, then grabbed my ass and pulled me