Recipe For Seduction (A Madewood Brothers Novel) (Entangled Brazen) (12 page)

It had been the best day. She had killed at her pitch this afternoon. She had done so well that the couple signed on the dotted line without hesitation. Then she’d arrived at the restaurant for a date with the man she’d been in love with since childhood. And the more sex they indulged in, the hotter he became. Which couldn’t be possible because the guy was smokin’ hot already.

The waiter came to pick up their plates just as a man in a white chef’s coat approached their table.

“Chef Finn.”

“David.” Finn smiled and stood, embracing the young man.

“Chef, I’m so glad you called.”

They had gotten celebrity treatment from the minute they sat down at their table. They hadn’t even had to order. Their various courses, complete with wine pairings, had simply appeared.

“Everything was delicious, incredible. You’ve become a sensational chef.” He turned to her with a proud smile. “Veronica, this is David. Sous chef here at the Lake House restaurant and graduate of the Cooking for the Future program.”

Just as she stood, sweet vibration took over. She stumbled forward, her outstretched hand missed its mark, and she stifled a moan.

“Maybe we should ease up on the wine,” he said as he settled his hand at the small of her back.

David smiled and stifled a laugh.

She sent Finn a withering look, and he smiled back as if he didn’t have her pleasure in his hands. She was nowhere near drunk and he knew it. She didn’t want to forget a moment of this evening.

“Wonderful to meet you, David.” They shook hands.

“David is one of our most accomplished graduates.” With his head held high in pride, Finn clasped his shoulder.

“Because of you, Chef.” Deep admiration gazed back at Finn. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“You proved yourself through your cooking.” He shook his head as if David’s comment was preposterous. “I had nothing to do with it.”

As usual, Finn didn’t give himself the credit. Veronica wished could she make him see how much he changed people’s lives. Even her own.

She remembered as if it were yesterday, that freezing cold day in November when she was trying to decide what to do with her life.

“What do you really want, Veronica?” he’d asked.

“I want a happily ever after,” she’d answered without hesitation.

He’d known she was speaking not about an occupation, but about a family, the kind of happy life they had all lived without. But he had managed to take her desperate plea for happiness and transform it into an occupation. He’d suggested she be a wedding planner. The next day, she enrolled in an event management course, and the rest was history.

“Dessert will be out in a few minutes,” David said, interrupting her memories. “And I have some dessert wines for you to taste. All from the Niagara region.”

She knew firsthand just how good the dessert wines from this region were. She had tasted enough for the last six years to warrant a trip to the dentist every three months.

David excused himself and headed back to the kitchen, greeting a few more guests on his way.

“You really are good with people,” she told Finn. It came naturally to him. He had a knack for knowing exactly what to say. Exactly what to do. Not just with her.

He had a skill for directing people onto the right path. She knew deep down it had been his own way of trying to attract a family to adopt him—one that would see he was a good little boy who always did the right thing. And living with his three brothers, someone had to counter the little devil that had always seemed to sit atop all their shoulders…and the job had always fallen to Finn.

“It was great to see David again,” he said, squeezing back into the circular booth. “He’s a great testament to all of the kids who enter the program. How they take advantage of every opportunity given them.”

“I think you don’t give yourself enough credit,” she told him with a smile.

“Is that so?” Vibrations began between her legs. “And you’re the expert?”

She sat back against the fabric-covered booth and moaned softly, letting the wondrous sensation take over her body. As much as she’d like to make him believe how wonderful he was, he had managed to distract her with a single click of a button. “When are we going back to the room?”

He laughed. “Are you sure you’re up for that?” He increased the speed of the vibrator.

She nodded, stifling a louder moan. “Oh, yes.”

“We’ll see about that.” His hand clamped onto her knee and traveled north, his fingers tickling the inside of her thigh. “You still have to survive dessert.”

When the mousse had been eaten, the wine had been drunk, and a second orgasm had been ripped from her body, he ushered them into their room and immediately directed her to the king-sized bed.

“Take everything off except for those panties and lie down on the middle of the bed.”

She settled on the cool white duvet, and the memory-foam mattress conformed to the curves and weight of her body. She stretched and purred, luxuriating in the comfort, but was brought back to reality when his raspy voice directed her once again. “Arms and legs spread wide.”

She was getting good at obeying. Something she had learned early on to disregard if she wanted to hold her own with Mark and his friends.

The room she had booked for them was average. Not one of the posh suites Finn was probably used to staying in, but it was still pretty. With white walls and dark wood floors, their room in the old inn had been modernized but still felt special. Or maybe it was just that she was here with Finn.

He rooted around his duffel bag and pulled out a jumble of black silk. When he shook out the knot, she realized what he had packed. They were long ties.

“You came prepared.”

Still fully clothed, he approached the bed. He separated one tie from the pile and let the remaining ones fall to the duvet between her legs. He didn’t speak one word.

The cool silk wrapped around her leg and he slid it up and down her calf, teasing, torturing, making her wish it was his hand instead of a lifeless piece of fabric. He secured the band around her ankle, wrapping it around more times than necessary, and tied it to the footboard. He did the same with her other leg.

With every swipe of the silk and light touch of his fingers, her breath quickened, until she was panting, her chest heaving, her body arching off the bed.

He came around to one side and tickled her arm, distracting her from the fact that he had just fastened it to the headboard.

One last tie remained. He straddled her body, his hard length rubbing against her stomach. He kissed her cheeks, then her jawline, finally finding her lips as he brushed his mouth over hers in slow, sensual movements, his pelvis grinding against her body in the same rhythm.

Her arms jerked at the ties. She wanted desperately to put her hands on his hard body. Whatever he had in store for her, whatever he had up his sleeve, was going to be pure torture.

His mouth curved with a devious grin, and he whispered, “I think I’m going to like this.” He pulled at one of the ties fastened to her arm.

Her heart beat fast against her chest. “That’s because you enjoy torturing me.”

“Always have, always will, little one.”

Instead of the usual annoyance that took over her body whenever he called her ‘little one,” she laughed. “I’m really glad that after all these years I can confirm I’m the
only
little one in the room.” She jerked up her pelvis, bumping his erection into her body.

“Is that so? And exactly how big did you picture my cock all those times you touched yourself?”

His hands skimmed down her arms to her sides, his fingertips smoothing over each rib until he gripped the top of her black panties.

“It was bigger.”

Somehow the devil managed to turn on the vibrator even though he had a firm grip on her waist. She bit back a moan but it turned into a stifled growl when he moved the fabric from side to side, changing the angle of the vibrations. If this was the punishment for her teasing, then—

“So much bigger,” she panted out. “In fact—”

He cupped her sex, the heel of his hand pressing the vibrator against her clit.

“—I have vibrators at home bigger than you.”

He changed the setting and the steady vibration turned into a pulse. Her stomach coiled and her thighs tightened, pulling against their bonds, and then—

He released his grip and turned off the vibrator.

“Damn it,” she cried.

“Don’t forget who’s in control here, sweetheart.” He picked up the last strip of silk and slid it over her torso, across her stiff nipples, and up to her throat.

With one last desirous look, he placed the fabric over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.

The loss of sight changed the game. It was one thing to be robbed of the opportunity to smooth her hands across the expanse of hard, male chest and abs. But to be robbed of the ability to watch as he moved over her body, as his mouth took her lips, her breasts, her pussy…well, it was just too much to bear.

“Finn?”

He had moved up her body, his pants rubbing against her rib cage, his knees settling in the angle of her armpits. She heard the jingle of his belt buckle. Her breath caught as the cold metal brushed her skin. He released his zipper, the metal teeth rasping against each other and his knuckles grazing her chest.

He didn’t speak, but she knew he was coaxing his erection from his pants. She hadn’t taken him into her mouth yet. It wasn’t that she was opposed to it, but he had been surprisingly attentive and in tune with her needs, never taking for himself. With the exception of smacking her ass until it glowed. But she had enjoyed that as much as he did.

She tilted her head back, hoping she would be able to peek out from under the tie. But he had made sure she couldn’t see a thing except for the white splotches that had assembled behind her eyelids.

More in tune with her hearing, she picked up on his erratic breathing. At the jingle of his belt, she knew he was moving. Was he stroking his own erection? Was he getting ready to ease his beautiful length into her waiting and wanting mouth?

Anticipation danced excitedly in her stomach. Not knowing what was coming was messing with her mind. What was he looking at? What was he thinking? But she didn’t need to wait long. Warmth, hard and smooth, touched her lips. She opened, letting her tongue dart out, and tasted the saltiness of him.

He groaned, moving his length across her lips while she let her tongue tickle the tip. He dipped in past her lips but pulled out quickly, leaving her with an open mouth. He plunged back inside, this time farther than the first…but he didn’t stay. She arched off the bed in protest, her breasts pressing into his ass, her tongue jutting out trying to get another taste.

He brushed his hand along her cheek, cupping her chin, his thumb wiggling between her lips. She sucked on his thumb, just as she would his cock—if he ever gave it to her.

And she wanted him between her lips, hard and deep.

He moved his hand from her face and his length returned, running along the seam of her lips. He pushed inside, farther, deeper, not stopping until he was buried as far as her throat allowed.

Then he started the vibrator.

The constant buzz and the glide of his cock against her tongue had her moaning in earnest. She gripped the ties that fastened her arms to the headboard and pulled, tightening her body. He thrust deeper, faster, assaulting her mouth in the best way possible.

He groaned, and his hands clasped around the back of her neck, lifting her head. With the new angle he slid in farther still, her nose grazing his stomach. She swallowed hard around him and when she moaned in an uncomfortable way, he understood and pulled out.

She panted, letting her head fall back against the mattress, gulping air as though she’d held her breath for hours.

The vibrator still buzzed against her, but with his relentless thrusting the sensation barely registered.

The warmth of him on top of her disappeared and she turned her head. Although she couldn’t see, she knew he was removing his clothing. The coarse hair of his chest tickled her nipples when he returned and devoured her mouth with a kiss. It was all feral animal.

The sweet Finn she knew had been replaced by a primal being. His hands roughed across her body, his lips devoured every inch of skin they touched. She had no idea where they were going to land next. All the while he changed up the settings on the vibrator.

His lips found her breasts and he suckled on each nipple. He bit down at the same time he increased the speed.

“Finn—” She wanted his hands on her. She’d gone too long with the artificial stimulation of the plastic pressed against her clit. She wanted warm flesh, hard cock, and soft lips.

His words fluttered across her stomach. “Feel good, baby?”

“Not as good as your lips would feel.” His tongue licked inside her belly button and she jerked against the ties. “I want you.”

“I thought I was calling the shots.”

“Yes,” she cried out. He squeezed her breast and tugged on her nipple. “Do whatever you like, just touch me.”

His hands gripped the lace of her panties and jerked hard. The rip of fabric tore between her legs. Her head shot up. “Hey! Those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy you ten pairs tomorrow.” His hot breath felt better than the vibrator as he exhaled against her sex. The moment his mouth made contact, her pelvis thrust up. She would do anything to bring his mouth closer. And with no hands, this was her only option.

He licked and sucked, bringing her to orgasm in record time. She was already swollen and teased almost to the point of pain.

As she slumped onto the bed, he rustled beside her. His bare leg rubbed against hers and there was a crinkle of a condom wrapper. Within seconds he was inside her.