Sleeping in Leo’s arms had been as peaceful as Amberleigh imagined it, at least until there came a god-awful pounding on her door at around three a.m. Amber cursed as she tore her sleep hazed eyes open and for a moment relived the night the cops raided the apartment, she and her mother lived in with one of Krystal's sleazy, druggie boyfriends. That was the night Amber had been removed from her mother’s custody along with the heroin, cocaine, and other drug paraphernalia also in her mother’s possession. A woman cop had given little Amber a bag of chips and a soda and let her test out the sirens in her squad car though while they waited for CPS. It wasn’t the last time she would find herself in a squad car though because eleven years later, Amber got arrested for stealing alcohol and cigarettes from the liquor store. The Cobra Club’s legal team had gotten it expunged from her record though. So, her record was cleaner at least and she had left her life of crime behind
Just as the chef promised, he helped Amberleigh back to sleep alright. He gave her the best fucking massage she’d ever had literally from head to toe. He started by rubbing her feet in soothing circles and she couldn’t help but think a girl could get used to this for sure. She imagined how good it would feel when her feet were swollen and aching when she was late into her pregnancy.By the end of her pregnancy with her son, she could only wear sandals as her other shoes wouldn’t fit by the end of the day. Back then she had no one to rub her feet as Jack was long gone, fucking his way through the cheerleaders at his prep school and not sparing another thought for Amber or their child. Things would be different this time around it seemed thanks to the man in bed beside her. The chef really was good with his hands, an artist. He worked her tense muscles and tired joints like a fucking expert. She moaned beneath his touch, his hands kneading over every inch of her skin.
Amberleigh awoke with a full bladder and sunlight creeping in through the blinds hitting her square in the face. But it felt warm and inviting and so she opened her eyes with a smile. But her outstretched arms didn’t touch Leo’s warm body and her eyes further confirmed he was gone. For a moment of panic, Amber sat up and looked around the room.Had the chef gotten what he wanted from her and bolted? Had last night all been nothing but a sugar coated lie? But Amber talked herself in shutting the fuck up and calming down. Sleeping with her then slipping out without a word was unlike Leo. No way would he make love to Amber, profess his love for her, and then be gone with the fucking wind when the sun came up. Her heart refused to believe it and then her head fell in line when she noticed his keys on her nightstand and his suit jacket still draped over the back of her couch.She sighed and slipped out of the covers to make the well-worn trek to her bathroom. She could still smell and feel
Of course, that warm fuzzy feeling inside Amberleigh didn’t last until she made it out of the building, because her escape plan to be whisked off by Leo and live happily ever after, didn’t go off without a hitch. Because waiting by the elevator, was possibly the second worst person in the whole fucking club she could’ve run into, Mateo. Only Marcus had him beat for gossiping, instigation, and the most punch-able face.Mateo was as fake as the snow on the ski slopes in southern California. He talked with a Jamaican accent though he dressed like Tarzan, even while he was off duty. His real name was Anthony and he grew up in fucking Brooklyn, had never set one Italian leather sandaled foot in Jamaica or the damn rainforest. His ass wouldn’t last an hour in the jungle, the man was afraid of bugs, wrinkles, and incapable of telling the truth. He fit right in here for sure.Mateo was getting off the elevator and came face to face with Amber and Leo. He was not an unattractive man at least o
The more Leo toured Amberleigh around his fantabulous warehouse loft, she wondered why he spent so much time at Grayson’s penthouse. Not like the billionaire’s digs was like a cardboard box or something, it had its own charms minus the master itself, but Leo’s place was kick ass. Like the ultimate bachelor or teen boy at hearts paradise for sure.The massive walls were made of cool shades of browns, grey, and red tone bricks, the metal beams and rafters exposed, and the floors a shiny, smooth, brown concrete. The place was easily thirty feet tall at the peak of the sloped ceilings and those metal gym styled lights illumined the cavernous space. Everywhere she looked, Amber’s eye landed on some other exciting or eye-catching feature of the place. And it was a lot to take in and appreciate at once. Not unlike the chef himself actually.The apartment was an open concept that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Amber was tempted to cup her hands around her mouth and shout just
It wasn’t long before the cooking utensils stored on the counter began to shake and rattle as Leo rocked Amberleigh’s world. He sucked the throbbing flesh of her cunt over and over into his mouth, sparing not an inch in the process, determined to welcome every part of her into his home it seemed. And when he sucked at her opening, Amber’s hands searched out for something to hold onto and sent the container of spatulas, ladles, wooden spoons, and meat tenderizers scattering every which way. Of course, their clangs and clatters were little in comparison to the noise erupting from her own mouth thanks to the chef between her thighs.Leo spared a quick glance upward to take in the collateral damage, hell a spatula even bounced off his ribcage, but he carried on his task at hand like a fucking professional. Amber would have uttered an apology if she had enough breath to do so. But Leo was sucking the breath and the cum right out of her body.He added some teeth into the mix which naturally
After their delicious tour of the kitchen concluded, Leo saw Amberleigh eyeing the bathroom a bit confused as to the purpose of the glass which hid nothing while people did their business. It would certainly make entertaining complicated unless there was a hidden bathroom shoved in a closet somewhere. Not to mention she had to pee something fierce now as the chef had pounded it out of her. It was rather soon into their relationship to be doing their business in front of each other.“Leo, may I use your bathroom? I can see you’re like an exhibitionist here and I’m not judging you or anything, I approve, but I would prefer a bathroom with a bit of privacy if you could point me in the right direction.”Leo grinned again as he grabbed onto her hand and started to pull her towards the glass enclosed bathroom.“Prepare to be amazed,” he said“I already was in the kitchen. You are more than just a pretty face and a good cook Mr. Clemonte.”He chuckled, “Correction, I’m a fucking amazing chef
For the next week or so, Amberleigh and Leo only rarely left the warehouse to take evening strolls around the less smelly parts of the city, often to watch the sunsets from various viewpoints. Hell, they rarely even left the bed where they watched movies, talked about their pasts, their hopes for the future, made love repeatedly, and quite often watched the sunrise in each other’s arms.They danced. They laughed. They dreamed. They ate, mostly in the evenings when her nausea was the least aggressive. Amberleigh kicked Leo’s ass at Pinball. He let her win various other games, creamed her at many more, but he could legitimately not beat her at Pinball and a healthy competition erupted between the two of them over it. Each time he would beat her high score, she would just surpass it again. But Amber knew she was the real winner in this situation in more ways than one.They instituted naked cooking lessons which were lots of fun. Amber found it extremely hard to focus when her instructor