Page 94 of Renard's Deliverance

He just grinned.

Well. It was worth any pain to see him looking like that. She followed him to the door and he opened it before turning back to her.

“Rest,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Brat.” Once again, he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her.

Her head was swimming. She wanted more. Wanted him to strip her right here and take her.

Only problem was her back. Oh, and that the front door was open and anyone could see them.

When he drew back, she glanced up at him dazedly. “You know the front door is open and that people can see us?”

“Let them see,” he told her. “Then they’ll know you’re mine.”

“So possessive,” she told him. “You better get going before you no longer have a job.”

“Yeah, or before the others ruin all the prep work.” He scowled. “They’ve probably over-seasoned everything.”

“Then go, darlin’.”

Don’t go.

Stay.

“Maybe I should come back after work.”

Yes, do that.

“I will be fine. You fixed the latch on the window. You’re working late and I’m getting up early.” And she didn’t want to get too used to him being around.

“If your medication wears off, you call me.”

“I will, but Jenna said I should be right until morning. And I think I’ll be all good by tomorrow.”

“We’ll see. When I message you, I want you to answer straight away.”

“Chef, yes, Chef!”

“I mean it, Gem. Or you’re going to be in big trouble.”

Hmm. She wasn’t sure that was the threat he thought it was. She might like to be in big trouble. “Damn, darlin’, you’re speaking my language here. What big trouble?”

“Hmm, well, I can’t spank you at the moment. Or tease you with orgasm deprivation. So I guess you’ll have to do some lines.”

Well. That was a bucket of cold water on her fantasy.

“What? That doesn’t sound like any fun. I thought we had a naughty assistant-strict chef situation going on and you threaten me with lines?” She pouted.

He ran his finger over her lower lip. “We can play out that fantasy anytime you want. Or any other fantasy you have. In fact, you need to write me a list. That’s your homework for tonight.”

“Hey, I haven’t done anything to earn lines.”

Yet.

“This isn’t a punishment. It’s an order. I want to know all of your fantasies. So I can make them come true.” He kissed her again. This time he kept it light and gentle.

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