Really Cooking got a great review (woo hoo) from S.Robb so I’ve decided to go with a Really Cooking Snog today!
“HOT!! An amazing read from Victoria Blisse.” Read the rest of the review here.
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?
Cheesecake and kisses!
“Oh, wow,” I gasped, “that is the sexiest dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
“I know, right?” He finally took up his spoon and started in on his portion. I couldn’t stop making sexual yummy noises as I ate. He kept grinning at me and I honestly felt like the foreplay had already started. With each bite I took, the more aroused I became and not just because of the dessert. The man across the table from me was irresistible and I knew that once pudding was finished something would happen. I was sure now that I wanted it to and I didn’t want him to just take me home.
“Wow,” I greedily chased the last few crumbs around my plate, “that was all over way too quickly.”
“I’ll pack you up a slice to take home with you,” he said, “then you can revisit the experience at a later date.”
“Thank you, you’re so good to me, not so good to my flabby thighs though.” I chuckled.
“Flabby? Pfft, I think not. Women need a little flesh on their bones, it makes them soft and infinitely touchable.”
He moved to pick up my plate and I held it up to help. He slid his fingers purposefully over mine.
“Do you need any help with the dishes? I’m a great pot basher.”
“Oh, no, I’ve got a dishwasher to bash my pots for me,” he chuckled, “what a strange turn of phrase.” “Oh,” I giggled, “yes, I guess it is. You can blame my mum for it. She never washed plates, she bashed them. You could tell from the chips all around their edges too.”
“Ha, funny,” He grinned. “I know someone like her. He’s the pot-washer at the restaurant. Anyway, shall we go into the living room? It’s a bit more comfortable there.”
“Okay,” I replied and pushed myself back from the table. When I stood I was startled to find him directly in front of me. “Oh,” I gasped then he was pushed up against me, his face directly in front of mine.
“I am desperate to kiss you again,” he whispered. His gaze locked on my lips then lifted to meet mine, “I thought it polite to ask this time, though.”
“Very polite,” I mumbled then in answer to the unasked question I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “Good answer,” he panted when he paused to breathe after several moments of frenzied kissing then he forced his lips back onto mine. I ended up stepping back and knocking my chair, he responded by pulling me to the side and away from the table. I just followed. I didn’t care where he led me as long as I could continue to kiss those delicious lips. And when he stepped forward I inched back a little, trying not to lose contact with his hard body.