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hers. They were soft but the kiss was firm. His tongue
crept inside her mouth to explore. The wetness of his kiss caused
her pussy to surge with lust. It was as if he was speaking directly
to her body against her mind’s wishes. She wanted to make him stop,
knew she should. But she also wanted to melt into his kiss and let
the heat between them simmer up to a boil.
     
    She pushed his chest away from hers. Clearing
her head was difficult because her breaths had become
shallow.
     
    “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
     
    “Why not? You’ve already written the review,
right? You’ve skewered me and burned my reputation to a crisp, no?
So what’s the problem?” Aniston stood, still in his embrace and
sheepishly looked to the ground.
     
    “I wasn’t going to burn you. Merely singe.”
Archer winced, though still holding her hips against his. She could
feel the growing bulge beneath his apron and jeans.
     
    “Wait, so you haven’t written it, yet? That’s
great!” he exclaimed and immediately began kissing her
passionately. One of his hands tugged the belt of her coat causing
it to come undone. The other cupped her ass cheek
reverently.
     
    Aniston found her hands still on his chest but
not pushing away. She was swept up in the excitement of the moment.
She knew this was exactly what she should NOT be doing. But that
was only fueling her desire. She wanted to be bad, to let this hot,
young chef take her right here in the kitchen and earn a good
review from her. She was tasked with judging his skills, she
rationalized.
     
    Archer pulled away and her coat slipped open
revealing her peach satin pajamas. Her hard nipples were
unmistakable under the thin fabric. He cupped both her breasts and
moaned.
     
    He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the prep
table. It was eight feet by four feet of cold metal in the back of
the kitchen. There were pots and pans hanging from hooks high above
it and a slender shelf running across the middle three feet above
the surface.
     
    “This is gonna be fun!” he exclaimed, a twinkle
in his eye. He flashed a mischievous smile that summed up his
entire personality in one look. He propped her up on the prep
table, carefully avoiding pushing her too far back where she would
hit her head on the center shelf above it.
     
    “What are you doing?” she asked as Archer ran
over to the stove and put the saucepan full of sauce that was on
the back burner onto the front one that he had fired up. He whisked
the contents quickly as it heated and then he grabbed a spoon and
poured the sauce into a ramekin and brought it over to
Aniston.
     
    “Try this.” He dipped the spoon in the sauce
and slowly slipped it in her mouth, watching her face intently for
a reaction. “I was working on it when you knocked. After your
comment, I figured it could use some improvement.”
     
    She shut her eyes and began the natural process
of experiencing and decoding the flavors and scents that lay on her
tongue. It was a lemon butter sauce like the one she’d had earlier.
But the lemon was mild this time. She could taste the shallots,
tarragon, and sauvignon blanc whose subtle flavors were allowed to
blossom this time around rather than be smothered by the lemon. She
opened her eyes and smiled.
     
    “Much better. Why didn’t you serve that this
evening? With that and a decent dessert, you would have had a
homerun,” she said.
     
    “Why can’t I still?” he asked as he unbuttoned
her pajama top revealing her bare breasts. Annoyance crept in her
expression. It was one thing for her to decide to bend the rules
for him but it was something entirely different for him to assume
she would. This was the arrogance that always got in the way of
Aniston feeling a deeper attraction to Archer than just lust. She
was sure he would have no idea what she was talking about if she
ever tried to explain this. He would retort that he was just
confident.
     
    Sensing her discomfort he began, “Wait, I don’t
want to