Free Meat by Opal Carew

wasn’t a wonderful, caring man whom she’d truly like to have a shot with.
    “What made you interested in being a chef?” she asked.
    “My parents traveled a lot for their work, and one year we spent the summer at a resort they were involved in launching. I was left on my own to amuse myself a lot, so the waitress in the restaurant where I always ate alone felt sorry for me. Her husband was the chef, and she wound up inviting me into the kitchen one day to meet the kitchen staff. Some of them were taking a break in the afternoon to play some ball and they invited me to join them.”
    He smiled, a wistful look in his eyes.
    “The ball games became a regular thing,” he continued. “And the chef was this big friendly guy who loved kids, so I wound up hanging around the kitchen a lot, watching him prepare meals. Eventually, I asked to help.” He shrugged. “That’s how it all got started.”
    She smiled. “That’s a nice story.” But her heart ached at the thought that he’d had a lonely childhood. “So tell me about an adventure you had in your travels.”
    He smiled. “Well, my favorite is the time I was stuck in an airport because of a snowstorm, and I wound up sharing a room with a beautiful woman. But it wasn’t just a one-night stand. I knew the moment we were thrown together that we could build a lasting relationship.”
    “What happened?” she asked, entranced by the glow in his eyes.
    He took her hand and brought it to his lips. The soft brush of his mouth on her skin sent tremors through her.
    “We hit a rough patch, but I’m still convinced that there’s a future for us.”
    Then he stood up and drew her into his arms. His lips claimed hers and his tongue swept into her mouth. She suckled lightly, unable to resist, and he groaned.
    Then he swept her into his arms. “It’s time for bed.”

Chapter 9
    Five minutes later, Rebecca was in Rex’s suite, still in his arms as he ravaged her mouth.
    “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured against his lips.
    She had to put distance between them. Now.
    “Rex …” she put her hand on his chest, and he lowered her to her feet.
    “Is that what you really want? To sleep in a cold bedroom all alone?”
    She hesitated, knowing she should say it was. She should deny her body what it so craved—what it insisted she needed—because giving in would make life so much more complicated.
    But she couldn’t.
    “No,” she murmured softly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him to her. Their mouths connected and she melted against him, her tongue tangling with his.
    He dipped down and swept her into his arms again, then carried her into the bedroom. When he set her on the bed, she couldn’t help staring at him. Taking in every delectable inch of him in his black dress pants and crisp white shirt stretched taut over his muscular frame.
    This was the man she’d dreamed of ever since she’d spent that incredible night with him. He had starred in her steamy dreams and crept into her daytime reveries.
    He was sexy and handsome and all man.
    And he made her feel all woman.
    He unbuttoned his shirt and she watched as his hard, sculpted muscles were revealed.
    She ran her fingers along the newly exposed skin. Oh, God, she’d forgotten how hard those muscled ridges were. She grasped his belt and released the buckle, then pulled the long leather strap from his belt loops and dropped it on the ground. He watched as she unfastened the button and glided the zipper down, his cerulean blue eyes glowing.
    She reached inside and …
    Oh, yes, it really was as big as she remembered. She pulled the elastic of his boxers and drew it down, revealing his amazing cock. She wrapped her hand around it as best she could and stroked.
    Then she licked from base to tip. A long journey.
    He sat down beside her and drew her suit jacket from her shoulders. Then he unfastened the buttons of her blouse. She clung to his cock, watching his eyes heat as he exposed her