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sprayed across her skin, it looked like art.  If only she’d
remembered her camera!
     
    “Fuck, I can’t take anymore.”  Chef
Burley pulled his spent cock from between her breasts, giggling somewhat. 
“It’s so sensitive that it starts to tickle.”
     
    “Does it?”  Holly smiled.  “I never
knew that.”
     
    The chef looked her up and down. 
His eyes followed her shapely legs down to her black heels, then back up to her
breasts.  She looked a mess, and she loved it.  Her heart felt huge and hot. 
So did her clit, for that matter.
     
    “All this kitchen needs is a
shower.”  Chef Burley leaned against the island as he scanned the room.  “Oh,
of course!  Holly, stand over that grate.”
     
    There was a drain in the floor, and
Holly went to it, though her knees threatened to buckle with every step.  Chef
Burley pulled the hose out from the sink and turned the water on, casting a
warm spray across her chest.
     
    Holly shrieked, though she really
should have seen it coming.  Of all the things she’d never expected to do in a
kitchen… well, this was certainly one of them.
     
    Chef Burley shifted closer to her,
bringing the nozzle with him.  He cast the spray over both their bodies, like
watering a garden.  The nurturing image made Holly smile.  She traced her hands
all over his body, and he tittered when she reached his cock.  Chef Burley was
actually kind of adorable.  That side of him was never broadcast on TV—his
childlike side, his impish side.  Holly was glad to see a piece of him most
people never would.
     
    Though the water was warm, the cool
air of the kitchen drew Holly’s nipples into tight buds.  Her shoes were
getting wet, but in that moment she couldn’t have cared less.  She had
everything she’d ever wanted.  How had this happened?
     
    “Towels, towels, towels…” Chef
Burley turned off the water and searched for something passable.  There were
tea towels in one of his gift baskets, and he pulled them out, laughing. 
“Think this’ll do?”
     
    Holly chuckled as he dried her off.
It was so telling, the way a man touched a woman in moments like these.  Chef
Burley’s large hands guided the towel against her soft skin.  He was forceful,
but he wasn’t rough.
     
    They were both rather slick from the
olive oil, but that made Holly feel wonderfully luxurious.  With any other man,
at any other time, she’d have been bashful, even mortified, standing naked in
an industrial kitchen.  Christ, she didn’t even know if the door to this
restaurant was locked.
     
    “I would offer to cook you a little
something, but, as you know—”
     
    “The gas isn’t hooked up,” Holly
finished.  A niggling doubt twirled in her belly.  He was going to ask her to
leave, wasn’t he?
     
    “Oh, before I forget…”  Chef Burley
slipped his pants on and found a pen and paper.  “Will you write down your
address for me?  I’ll have my publicist send you a signed replacement copy of
my book.  In fact, I’ll have her throw in some DVDs of the show, and whatever
else is lying around her office.”
     
    Tears welled in Holly’s eyes.  She
felt stupid and used.  She vowed not to cry.  “Are you paying me off?  With
DVDs?”
     
    Chef Burley appeared shocked. 
“What?  Are you bonkers, Holly?  You think I’m going to love you and leave
you?”
     
    She tried to keep it together, but
tears cascaded down her cheeks.  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
     
    “Sure you do.”  The chef set his pen
and paper down on the island and wrapped his arms around Holly.  His chest was
still bare, and it warmed her cold nipples, sending waves of bliss through her
naked body.  “You think I’ve had my fill and now it’s on to the next girl?”
     
    Holly nodded against his shoulder. 
“You’re a celebrity.  Everyone wants you.”
     
    “Yes, but I don’t want everyone .” 
Chef Burley rocked her like a baby.  “I knew you didn’t