Sally has a broken wrist and is struggling to cope with being off work and home alone. She’s eaten nothing but soup in days and is sick to death of daytime TV. She goes for a walk but is distracted by the delicious smells coming from the local café.
The tall and tanned Greek chef, Lucas, wants to look after Sally…and not just by feeding her with his delicious fried foods. He invites her back to enjoy a meal with him alone that night once the café is closed.
His special brand of optimism and dominance has Sally bending to his will and begging him for more. Their less than innocent evening meal is finished off by a trip to the bedroom with a pot of chocolate spread because, as Lucas says, the only thing better than a hot naked woman is a hot naked woman covered in chocolate!
Reader Advisory: This book contains creative use of fruit and vegetables.
“Nothing better than a hot, naked girl,” he said, “except for a hot naked girl covered in chocolate.” He dropped his lips to my tummy then ran his tongue directly up over my breastbone, gathering the chocolate in one sweep. I giggled—it tickled and the giggle melted into a moan as my skin tingled with the attention of his mouth on me. He continued to lick, smearing chocolate all over me and over his lips and my body.
I writhed beneath him and the pot in his hand dropped with a thud to the floor, neither of us concerned for its safety as Lucas sought out my chocolate coated nipples. One then the other, he sucked with sharp, intense movements. One then the other and back until I was dizzy with lust and aching all over, eager for release.
As he sucked, he pulled the cucumber down from beside the bed. He sat up, picked up a condom then slipped it down over the vegetable. I wondered if it was a vegetable or if it was one of those weird ones that actually classified as a fruit. I was interrupted from my strange pondering by the trail of the cold, condom-covered cucumber that Lucas dragged down over my stomach, through my pubic hair and laid it just over my clit.