Free Taste It by Sommer Marsden

sensitive place she needed it most and then she pushed him away. Back from her. Stood on tiptoe to kiss him once, hotly. And then Jill turned her back to him and spread her legs. Looking over her shoulder she said, ‘You know how I like it, Cole. Please …’
    And he was happy to oblige. 
    They locked eyes in the mirror’s reflection over the marbled counter. Cole teased her as he ran the head of his cock along her split. She pushed back to force his hand a little since they were on borrowed time. The head of his cock pushed past the wet ring of her entrance and he groaned, his eyes slamming shut for an instant.
    She watched his hands on her hips, his fingers digging in to her flesh. The thrust of his hips as he fucked her. The look in his eyes when he said, ‘I so meant what I said to you.’
    Jill couldn’t find her voice; she nodded and slid a hand beneath herself to work her clit with slippery fingers. Her hands trembled so much she laughed at herself. 
    ‘I’m a goner soon, beautiful,’ Cole said.
    She felt her pussy grip up around him, a rush of pleasure at just his words and the tone he uttered them in. But then he reached around her and pushed her hand away and pressed his hard fingertip to her swollen clitoris and started to work her in time with his desperate thrusts. 
    They came at once, together, their gazes in the mirror locked. Both of them flushed and smiling. She said to his reflection, ‘I guess this is the part where I say I love you too.’
    He looked concerned and she flexed her cunt muscles around him so his eyes rolled a little. Jill laughed. ‘I love you too.’
    He opened his eyes. ‘Do you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘For real?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Then I’ve already won,’ he said and leaned over her to kiss her back, her shoulder.
    Someone knocked and Don said, ‘I need to shoot now, man or it’s my hide.’
    ‘We’ll be right out.’
    ‘Ready to hurry up and wait?’ Jill asked, making herself semi-presentable.
    ‘Yep.’ 
    ‘I hope you win,’ she said softly. Then she grabbed his face and pulled him down to her level and kissed him a bit too rough. But pretty much perfect given the moment and the emotion.
    He returned her kiss and her emotion. Tugging her one thick braid he whispered, ‘Then I win again, don’t I?’
    Don knocked again. ‘Dude!’
    ‘Coming!’ they said together and then laughed.
    ‘I’ll be happy either way,’ Cole said. ‘But happy most of all that you thought enough of me to actually try. Your best. And not hand me a win.’
    She nodded and when poor Don knocked yet again, she followed Cole out.

    Chefs,’ Kat Stephens said, nodding. 
    Jill felt like she had a mouthful of sawdust and a gut full of fire. She didn’t think she’d be so nervous, but she was. 
    You’re more nervous you’ll win than you won’t …
    The thought was there in her face a bit startling, but more startling was the fact that it was true. She was more worried they’d name her Best Chef than that they wouldn’t. 
    Beside Kat stood every single guest judge that had ever guest judged on the show. Some of them looked happy, some angry, some indifferent. Behind all those folks were the other contestants who’d been called in to witness the finale. 
    Cole glanced her way and gave her that half grin. He winked at her and she remembered the feel of him pressing into her just a few minutes before. How the cool marble counter had felt under her steadying hands. How they’d come at the same time, gazes locked in the mirror, a camera man knocking on the door.
    ‘We’ve never had such a hard time before in Best Chef.’
    Jill tried to suck in a decent breath and failed. Without thinking, she sidled up to Cole and took his hand. They were waiting for a verdict, who would think twice about them being nervous.
    He squeezed her hand and kissed the side of her head. Ginger smiled from behind the judges. She knew, that was clear. But that was fine. Jill didn’t care.
    ‘We went back and