Page 45 of The Lucky One

I tilted my head and found Jon peeking through the kitchen door. “What are you doing here?” I whispered, looking around. Everyone was busy at their stations. Chef Sayle was tasting another girl’s dish.

Jon nodded toward the walk-in fridge. “I’ll meet you in there in a few.”

I nodded, a little confused, but went back to my station. Danielle was looking defeated at her semi-botched dishes. “I’m in the mood for an omelet,” she said.

“I need more eggs. You want me to bring you some?” I asked ever so casually.

“Sure,” she said, making one less person who could possibly walk in on Jon and me. I went straight to the fridge. The cold air took over my senses, and I hugged myself at the same time as arms tugged me in from behind, turning me around. His charcoal smell tickled my nose and my heart immediately calmed. Jon...

I leaned my head against his chest. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he whispered. He tilted my head up with his hands so that I was looking at him from below. His eyes glowed with despair.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He smiled, and my whole body relaxed. “I had to see you.”

He pressed his lips to mine, and I turned without breaking contact to get a better angle as our tongues courted each other. He smiled against my mouth. “I knew you’d look cute as hell in that outfit.”

I broke away and laughed. “My mom said I look like I’m straight out of Ratatouille.” I rested my head against his chin. Gosh, I’d needed this more than I wanted to admit.

Jon kissed my forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, neck... Now he was nibbling at the skin below my earlobe.

“Jon... what are you doing?”

“Tasting you, Little German,” he growled, shifting over to lick his tongue over my lips.

A pulsing between my legs—and as if he’d felt it, his hand found the top of my cooking pants and slipped inside. My eyes widened as I realized what he was doing. “We’re in a fridge,” I said, but didn’t back away.

When his fingertip grazed my opening, my eyes closed and I sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re more hot than cold though,” he said in my ear. His fingers glided further up to my clit and down again, going over my wetness like it was his mission all along. “So hot.”

He leaned into my neck again, his mouth meeting my skin. Despite the burning in my chest and the trembling between my legs, I couldn’t shake off that his desire carried a bitter aftertaste.

“Jon, is everything okay?” I asked, but he was rubbing my clit, coaxing a moan out of my throat and swallowing my question.

Jon whispered into my ear as his fingers grazed my entry. “Don’t make a sound like we practiced, okay?”

I nodded hastily, not caring anymore. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. He didn’t only push one finger into me but three at once, like he was in a rush. I almost choked on my own spit as a wave of euphoria hit me, my eyes wide open again. I clasped my arms around him to not lose my stance. His lips worked my neck, one hand plunging into me, the other massaging my butt. I clenched my mouth as hard as I could but the moans threatened to escape my throat. I swallowed them back down.

“You’re doing so good, let me pleasure you. Let me do it right,” Jon whispered, going faster and faster with his fingers.

I gasped for breath and a squeal came out of my throat. “Oh...”

“Shh!” Jon slapped my butt, not too harsh but not soft either—

And I was ruptured. Every cell in my body bursting open, screaming to feel more than his fingers inside me. A fire spreading within me, the flames heating every part of my body.

I panted against him when my relief finished. My fists were wrapped in his shirt. “What... was that?” I gasped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just standing in a fridge.” He smirked and kissed my cheek.

“Seriously, I hate that we have to wait for my appointment.” I had a feeling Gena had deliberately delayed it.

“Agreed. But I got to get back to class now, I only had a pass to use the bathroom.” He straightened my chef’s hat before making his way to the exit.

“Jon, wait!” I grabbed his arm, but before I could ask if everything was okay he was rushing out the door.

I rested my hands on my knees, still panting from my orgasm. In the fridge. I suddenly remembered how shocked I’d been when Breana told us about having phone sex in here. I was definitely not the same person anymore.