Grace Files - The Chef

Enjoying the feel of those amber eyes lighting up as they bore into my skin, I turn and dance for him. My hips sway, pulse, and roll for him. My hands roam down my sides to my thighs, one hand staying close to the v between my full thighs and the other hand delicately sliding up my body, passing the curve of my breast and into my long auburn hair. I gently intertwine my fingers in it, lifting it slightly away, feeling its softness. Sweat gathering at the base of my neck it rolls slowly down my back.

No one can make this man blush or stutter. You can only make him burn or he will not play. I drag my lower hand over my stomach and rest it on my round hip. Tipping my face to the crook of my elbow, I roll my hips and turn my back to him. My body moves to the music and feels the heat from his stare on my back. Something has shifted, and he’s made a decision. I can feel the surrounding atmosphere change as he approaches behind me. I don’t slow down or flinch as I feel him press against my back and slide an arm around my hips to rest his hand on top of mine. We both savour the feel of my body rubbing against him. He dips in toward my exposed ear and the goosebumps prickle all along my neck, as he whispers my name. 

“Grace,” His accented voice sounds almost like a hiss. 

“Hmmm,” is all I say. 

“I want to dance with you.” 

Holding my hand, he slowly spins me, takes a beat to appraise my body and nods his approval. Once I face him, I rest my arm on his shoulder and roll my whole body against him. His hands slip to my hips, and we sway together. Any open space between us crackles with energy while the parts of us that touch, heat and ignite. The song dies down and blends into a song from the late and great Prince, ‘Cream’. The DJs have added an extra beat to it and it’s perfect for this crowd and for me, obviously.  

The stubble of his 5 o’clock beard rubs seductively against my cheek, and I add more friction by nodding against his face even though he has said nothing. He turns slightly so his lips rest against my ear and I long for him to lick and suck in my lobe. 

“You like to dance, Grace.”....