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As usual, Ian's food was spectacular.
Giselle made them a few more drinks and showed off a few more of her old bartender tricks, claiming she was rusty, but Ian shut those comments down quickly.
"I couldn't do anything like that."
"Sure you could," she said. "They're actually easier than you'd think once you learn the basics."
"I'll take your word for it," Ian said. 
They were relaxing on the couch in front of fire Ian had lit. His house was on a higher elevation, so it got much cooler at night, even in the warmer seasons. Giselle had gotten rid of her shoes a long time ago and her feet were tucked underneath her body.
"How was the brunch with your mother?" she asked.
"It was good, better than I expected," Ian said.
"How so?" she asked before she took a sip of the latest drink she'd mixed up for them. She was beginning to feel a slight buzz.
"My manager called while I was there."
"What did...he?"
"She," Ian corrected.
"What did she say?"
"She said that I should be able to go back to the restaurant after my suspension is over with no problem. In fact, they can't wait."
"That's great," Giselle said, smiling at him. She studied his face. "It's great right? You don't seem like you're excited about it?"
Ian sighed and turned to stare at the fire.
"Can I tell you something, Gi?"
"Of course, you know you can tell me anything with no judgement, Ian."
"I'm tired of the restaurant."
"You're tired of cooking?" Giselle asked surprised.
"No...I'm not tired of cooking. I'm just tired of the hustle and bustle of working at a restaurant."
"So what was so good about the phone call if you're not looking forward to going back to work?"
His eyes sparkled a bit when he turned back to her. "I've been talking to some producers at CookNetwork about getting my own TV show. I thought after...the incident...I blew my chances out of the water. But it turns out they're still interested."
"So that's what you want to do? Host your own cooking show?"
"Yeah," Ian said. "I had a great time on the competition show. And I've got so many things I'd like to be sharing with the people."
"I think you'd be great with your own show."
"Yeah?" he asked.
There was something about the boyish grin he gave her. It should a small bit of vulnerability in him and she felt special that only she got to see it. 
"Where would you do your show?" she asked.
The smile slipped from his face slightly.
"I don't really know. It could be Vegas, or maybe L.A."
"Either way, you'll be leaving."
"Most likely."
Giselle nodded, annoyed by the ache in her chest at the thought of him leaving.
"You okay, Gi?"
"I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile.
She finished off her drink, sat the glass down on the coffee table and stood. "Show me the rest of the house?"
"Okay," he said, standing as well. 
They went upstairs and down the long hallway. He opened several doors, showing her each room. When they reached the end of the hallway, Ian opened the door and let Giselle walk in first.
Like every other room in the house, there were more windows that walls. The focal point of the room, of course, was the California king bed in the center of the room against the grey tufted upholstered headboard.
Giselle walked over to the bed and brushed her fingers against the soft down comforter. "I'll bet this..." she said, pointing to the bed. "Has been a huge selling point for the ladies."
Ian rocked back on his heels. "No other woman's seen my house here in Sweet Rapids."
Giselle turned and looked at him in disbelief. "Get out of town."
"I'm almost there," he joked.
"How is it that no other woman has seen 'The Great Ian Noble's bedroom'?" Giselle teased.
She watched as his lip tilted up slightly.
"This place is something I consider a sanctuary. I don't let just anyone into my inner sanctum. It's too private."
Giselle walked over to the window and looked out. It was pitch black outside and she couldn't see a think.
"I've asked you this before, but I have to ask again," Giselle said. "Why me?"
She saw his reflection in the window moving toward her. He wrapped one of his strong arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She felt his hard length against her lower back and she was tempted to roll her body against it.
"I feel a connection with you that I've never felt with any other woman. I can't explain it, but I know I can't deny it."
Her head fell back against his shoulder and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Her eyes drifted closed and she felt his fingers going to work on unbuttoning her blouse. She let the shirt fall off of her shoulders to the ground and she turned to face him. 
Giselle's hands went to Ian's pants as he pulled his shirt over his head. In no time, he stood in front of her completely naked. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. He spun her around again, and undid the hooks of her bra.
Her hands flew to the window when she felt his lips on her spine. She watched him through the window as he dropped to his knees behind her and undid the slacks. He slid them down slowly, kissing and gently biting her hips, her ass and her legs all the way down to her calves. She stepped out of the pants and Ian tossed them out of the way. He stood again, and she heard the rustling of a wrapper. A moment later his body engulfed hers again as he pulled her away from the window. One hand went to her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her nipples; while the other hand spread the lips between her legs.
"Look at yourself," Ian whispered into her ear.
Giselle opened her eyes and notice Ian watching them as well. Her breasts heaved in his one of his hands and while her pussy vibrated with need against the other.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Giselle," he said, before his teeth gently sank into her shoulder.
She moaned loudly, enjoying the slight pain of his teeth, followed by the pleasure of the soothing kisses he planted there.
Giselle continued watching Ian through the mirror. He couldn't keep his hands or mouth off of her body, and she wanted to touch him as well. She reached behind her and wrapped one of her hands around his dick. His arm tightened around her body, when she began to stroke him.
"Shit," he breathed through clenched teeth.
Giselle slid her other hand between her own legs and joined in with Ian's ministrations and he swore again.
They kept at it for several minutes until Ian grabbed her arms and splayed them out wide against the window. She braced herself, as much as she could, as he bent her over slightly, lifted her up from behind and slid inside of her. Her feet nearly dangled off the floor, but his grip on her thighs were like a vice as he stroked her long and strong.
She was on the brink of coming when he pulled out. She glared at him over her shoulder and was about to ask him what he was doing, when he tossed her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He place her in the center, climbed on top of her and entered her again.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and he pounded in and out of her over and over, causing her to scream his name.
As Giselle came undone, Ian continued, his own climax on it's way.
"Giselle," he growled, before slamming into her one last time.
She kept her eyes closed for several minutes as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel the rise and fall of Ian's chest against hers and he did the same. She opened them when she felt him push her curls out of her face.
"You're doing something to me, Gi," he whispered. His eyes were filled with both confusion and wonder.
She reached up and caressed his cheek, and he kissed her palm.
"You're doing something to me too, Ian."