Tracy grabbed her fork in anticipation as the plate lowered down in front of her.
"Thank you again, Gordon. This is beautiful."
He nodded silently, waiting for her to take the first bite. When she did, the deep, rich earthiness of the dish was the first thing that she noticed. The browned butter had a sweet, nutty flavor that danced in step with the mushrooms and distinctive sage. After that, the smooth, tangy bite of the cheeses hit her. Then, at the very end, only the slightest hint of the lemon whispered by.
"I can’t say it enough," she set her fork down. "You really are an artist. I can’t find one thing wrong with this. What do you think, Mr. Hayes?"
"I agree completely."
Gordon didn’t stay put for very long.
"I’m going to clean up a bit and let you two finish before dessert. Call me if you need anything."
"Of course. Thank you again."
He grabbed three pans and ducked out of view on his way to the large dish washing area. When he was gone, Mr. Hayes’ hand returned, though further up this time.
"And what do you think you’re doing, sir?"
Despite her tone, Tracy was smiling from ear to ear. Even so, she wasn’t about to relinquish control to him again.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it down against the hot, soft flesh of her inner thigh. Mr. Hayes leaned in to her so that she could whisper to him, "So you know what would please me, Mr. Hayes?"
He didn’t answer.
"It would please me," she continued, "if you gave me something that I have always wanted."
She moved his hand up so that his fingers formed a cup around the crotch of her nylons. Her panties had been left at home intentionally. Deep down, maybe she knew all along that the night wasn’t going to be about only food.
"You know that I will buy you anything that you want," Mr. Hayes replied through erratic breaths.
She pressed his palm against her pu**y and rocked her hips.
"You know, it’s not always something that you can just go out and buy, my love."
"Then what is it? Please," he begged and forced the heel of his palm against the very top of her slit. "You know that I will give you anything."
Hearing him like that- the way that he so desperately needed her still- made the adrenaline in Tracy’s body begin to flow. Her hands and feet started to tingle and her heart rate jumped. She leaned back and reached her free hand into the top of her dress, massaging her own breast and moaning softly. Mr. Hayes was growing more tense with every second that passed. She could feel it in the way that his fingers strained to feel her every bump and fold through the pantyhose without much success.
Tracy thought back to the way that Gordon had looked at her at the beginning of the night; the way that his eyes wandered over her without regard for Mr. Hayes, who had been standing right behind her the whole time. She closed her eyes and replayed it in her mind while her lover’s rocking palm continued to work her beneath the fine wood table top.
It was becoming harder and harder for her to stay quiet.
"Please," he begged again in a whisper.
Tracy turned her head to the side and opened her eyes, locking them with the pleading stare of her captive billionaire. He was, as so many times before, like putty in her hands.
"I want both of you to f**k me," she groaned.
Mr. Hayes’ hand didn’t miss a beat.
"Anything," he answered. She figured that he had been prepared for this for some time, ever since she had given him the night of his life with Jenna Tice.
Tracy reached over to the throbbing erection in his slacks and stroked it only twice. Her touch made him whimper like a puppy.
"Good," she said and pushed his hand off of her. "Now you have to wait your turn."
Not a moment later, Gordon came back around the corner with a tart pan in his hand.
"Ready for dessert?"
Tracy glanced over to Mr. Hayes. He nodded.
"Oh yeah. I’m ready."
If Gordon knew anything about what was going on, he showed no signs of it. Instead, he went right back to work slicing the fruit-studded pastry with a long, sharp knife.
"Finally, I made a Tahitian vanilla custard tart with seasonal fruits and almond whipped cream. As you can see," he served up three plates of food this time and continued to speak, "much of this can be prepared ahead of time, meaning that we can have it up, out, and fresh in almost no time at all."
He walked over to the table and handed out the plates. After one more cursory check of the kitchen to make sure that everything was turned off (including the glaring lights), Gordon finally took his seat next to Tracy. It was substantially darker in the room, but there was just enough light from behind them to illuminate the table. Because of the angle, the kitchen’s tangle of equipment threw strange-looking shadows onto the opposite wall.
As soon as he sat down, Gordon could tell that the mood in the room had shifted while he was gone. He looked over at Tracy and Mr. Hayes, who looked a little distant.
"Is everything okay?"
Tracy, having finished a bite of the sweet treat, licked a little bit of custard off of the end of her spoon. She knew that both of the men were watching her carefully and it made the sweet spot between her thighs start to moisten and tingle.
"Actually, everything has been great, Mr. Baxter."
Hearing her address him in the same manner as Mr. Hayes made Gordon pause.
Tracy leaned just slightly closer to him and whispered, "Except for one thing."
"W-what’s that?"
She stood up and slipped the top of her dress down. Once it was past her shoulders, it fluttered all the way down to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a matching red set of sheer lingerie. Gordon’s eyes widened like saucers.
"I was thinking that you might want to taste something that I prepared for you."
His eyes darted between her nearly-naked body and Mr. Hayes, who was still seated right behind her. When the two men’s eyes met, Mr. Hayes made a slight nod, giving his silent approval. Still, Gordon was frozen in his seat.
Tracy, seeing his apprehension, knew what she needed to do. She walked over to him, placed down hands on his shoulders, and straddled his lap. When she landed on top of him, the swelling in his c**k was already apparent, even through the thick material of his work pants.
She rocked her h*ps forward and bit her lip.
"It’s okay, Mr. Baxter. I’ve seen the way that you look at me." She grabbed his hands and placed them onto her hips. "I noticed the way your eyes couldn’t help themselves earlier tonight."