I’m Really Cooking today for Smutmas Snogmas which is a Sunday Snog with a little nudge towards checking out smutmas.co.uk for hot blogs from erotic authors. And authors, there’s dates available if you want a spot. Now then, on to the hot men!
After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.
The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.
Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?
Here’s a snippet dedicated to Nigel, the sexy chef who falls hard for Paula.
I yelped when my back hit something solid but didn’t think about it, especially as it meant that Nigel was pressed hard against me and I could feel his arousal in a very physical way. I rested my hands gently on his hips as our mouths met and parted in passionate play then when he ran his fingers up into my curls I slipped my fingers up and under his t-shirt to caress his hot skin. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back just a bit and dipped his kisses down over my chin to my neck. I moaned, my hands stilling over his naked sides as my mind couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the kisses and nibbles on my neck.
The arousal flowed down my body like warmed honey until every part of me felt like carbonated liquid, bubbles of lust popping and fizzing anywhere his hard edges touched my soft curves. He distracted me with his kisses as his fingers worked their way to the edge of my white, conservative work shirt and up and underneath the material. He contented himself stroking over my sides and hips for a moment and then, as his lips trailed back up to mine, I sensed he needed more.
I was impressed by how dexterous he was as he undid the fiddly buttons on my blouse without a pause in his passionate assault of my mouth. He only stopped when all buttons were undone and he needed to give me room to shrug the material off. Before I could move again he wrapped his arms around me and worked on the bra clasp.
“Hey,” I protested teasingly, “this isn’t fair, I’ve shed two items of clothing and you’re still fully clothed.” He popped open my clasp and kissed me, then he gently dragged the material down my arms and pulled away long enough to say: “I’ll happily even up the odds.”
He pulled the white patterned shirt up and over his head. His chest was as hard and delicious as I anticipated. He had a smattering of blond curls and dark reddened nipples that stood out proudly. My mouth watered even more than when he’d brought out the cheesecake earlier.
“There, that’s better,” he said, his hot gaze caressing my newly naked skin, “you’re stunning.”
He pressed against me once more then I yelped as my back hit the freezing cold glass behind me. “Nigel?”
“Yes, Paula,” he replied between peppering kisses over my naked shoulder blade.
“We’re leaning against the window aren’t we?”
“Yes, darling,” he nodded his head and continued to kiss across my collarbone.
“Oh,” I replied, “it is strong, isn’t it?”
“I told you.” He continued, his lips running up the side of my neck.
“Nigel,” I said, my fingers gripping at his hips tightly, “I’m a little scared.” And finally a catch of fear could be detected in my voice.
“It’s okay,” he said, “I promise to be gentle when I fuck you.” He pressed his pelvis harder into me and I dug my nails into his sides.
“Oh, no,” I shook my head gently.
“Oh, okay,” he continued and slipped a hand down the back of my skirt, “I’ll fuck you roughly then.” He pawed my arse and I moaned.
“You’re incorrigible.” I slid my hand down and slapped his jean covered bum.
“I am,” he replied, squeezing my fleshy buttock again and claiming my mouth for a scorching kiss that forced my head back against the glass, “and you’re perfectly safe, I promise.”
It seemed somewhat like a great peregrine falcon swooping low and telling its prey it wasn’t going to harm it but his words did somehow manage to soothe my rattled nerves a little.
“Shall we go to the bedroom,” he whispered, “We can get a bit more comfortable in there.”