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By Eva LeFoy
When I was younger, I worked as a server for a local
hotel/convention center. I served banquet guests dinners, desserts, and
beverages carrying those really big trays. My work often took me into the
kitchen, where the real work took place. Chefs, sous chefs, cooks, dishwashers,
all collided in a working frenzy. I was just the in-between.
But before this, I worked at a commercial restaurant. The
chef heard this, and called me into his office. He asked me, “Do you want to
become a chef?”
I, head held high, brain in the academic clouds, answered,
“No, I want to be a biologist.”
He literally told me to get the hell out of his office!!
From what I’ve heard, this is quintessential chef behavior.
But Chef Max in my book, Sweet Cravings, is definitely not like this! He likes
Violet from the get-go, but is a little unsure how to take the fact she seduces
him right in the kitchen. Violet has needs, hungers, you might say. Many of
them. And Chef Max is all too eager to fulfill them!
Here’s an excerpt:
As if he
could hear my thoughts, he said, “Even if you think some of your hungers are
bad…or wrong.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “I assure you
they are not. They are perfectly normal.” His arm slid around my back and
pulled me close, hip to hip. My sex clenched in anticipation. “All of them.”
I gasped
as his erection pressed against my rapidly heating mound. Being this close to
him drove spikes of excitement up and down my core, from my pussy to my brain,
making me too stupid to talk. I was glad he kept going.
“It would
give me great pleasure to satisfy your every craving.” He sent me a serious,
no-nonsense look that could have made him a damn fine lawyer. “All of them.”
All of
them? What was he asking me? To let go and…show him all my dirty little
secrets? All my kinky and desperate needs? Food and otherwise? The ones no man
had ever bothered to satisfy before? I shot him a glance, sucked in a breath,
and bit my lip.
He
nodded, as if saying yes. Yes. Yes,
yes, and yes.
A sense
of relief flooded me at his words and my muscles untightened as the truth sank
in. He wanted to fulfill all of them. Every last need. Every which way my
fiendish little mind could imagine to connect, to explore, with another. He’d
be there. He’d take it all. Or would he? The shadow of a doubt crossed my mind,
and I checked out his eyes searching for the answer.
He smiled
as he touched his lips to mine, and I knew. Yes, he had a healthy appetite,
too, and it wasn’t just food he craved. His tongue swept into my mouth and my
body electrified. I kissed him back with as much urgency as I knew how to put
into a kiss, grasped handfuls of his arms and shoulders, and moaned.
He
pressed me backward until my ass hit the counter as he took the kiss deeper,
devouring my mouth. I slipped my hands under his shirt, greedy for skin-to-skin
contact, and roamed every bit of flesh I could reach. Our lips glided against
each other’s at a pace matching our raspy breaths. Down below, I ached to draw
him inside me.
“Too many clothes,” I panted out.
Thanks for reading!
Bio:
Eva
Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s
also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll
figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until
then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future
explorers.
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