His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 34

The door clicked shut behind us.

He turned, his gaze

molten.

“Sit,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding.

I obeyed.

“Spread your legs.”

I did. Breathless. Burning. My panties were soaked, clinging to me. He knelt between my thighs like it was instinct, his hands slow as they dragged my underwear down my legs.

Then he paused. And stared.

The way he looked at me, at that part of me, nearly made me come again. There was hunger in his eyes. Worship.

When his mouth finally touched me, I whimpered.

Hot. Open. Addicted.

He licked and sucked like I belonged to him. Like tasting me wasn’t just a de e but his right. His tongue moved in maddening rhythm, building me up again, only to slow and then pull me further until I broke, loud this time, his name spilling from my lips in a trembling

moan.

He didn’t stop until I was begging.

Even then, he only pulled back to lick his lips, dark eyes locked with mine.

“Go to sleep now,” he whispered. “I’ll wake you before we land.”

He pulled me up beside him, tucked the soft blanket around me, and kissed my temple.

Thirty thousand feet in the air, and somehow, Liam Black managed to wreck my carefully guarded heart.

“Emily.”

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His voice was low. Gentle. Too gentle for someone who had ruined me just hours

ago.

I stirred beneath the soft weight of the blanket, blinking up into Liam’s face. His expression was calm, but there was something behind his eyes, a flicker of last night’s hunger, now buried beneath polished restraint.

“We’re about to land,” he said. “You should get back to your seat.”

Right. The jet. The others. Reality.

I sat up slowly, my body still humming from everything we’d done in this private room that had no business being so comfortable at thirty thousand feet. My dress had twisted around my thighs, my mouth was dry, and my heart had the audacity to skip at the sight of him. He was fully dressed, perfectly composed, like he hadn’t kissed me breathless and undone me with his mouth somewhere over the Atlantic.

Wordlessly, I rose and slipped past him into the softly lit corridor, making my way back to my seat like I wasn’t carrying the memory of him between my legs.

Sophia shot me a look as I approached. Sharp, teasing, and just curious enough to make me want to disappear.

“Sleep well?” she asked, sipping from a delicate white mug. Her smile was far too knowing.

“Fine,” I said, easing into the seat across from her.

Jay raised a brow. “Pretty sure we heard some turbulence that wasn’t on the flight path.”

I rolled my eyes and pretended to check my phone. “Must’ve been a glitch in the cabin pressure.”

Sophia laughed under her breath, but thankfully, didn’t push further.

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Liam returned a few moments later, quiet and calm. He took his seat beside me with the elegance of someone who hadn’t just wrecked a woman in a private cabin and walked away like a saint. Not a single glance in my direction. The man could be stone when he wanted to be. And right now?

He was marble.

The captain’s voice crackled through the cabin speakers.

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“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve begun our descent into St. Barts. Local time is 6:18 AM, skies are clear, and the temperature is a pleasant twenty–six degrees Celsius. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened. We’ll be landing shortly.”

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