APPETITES
Meet sexy chef Susanna as she takes you on a lusty romp through the delights of the kitchen in APPETITES, the first in a new series from Lucy O. As a special bonus, this edition includes two recipes from the story guaranteed to delight your palate and arouse your lust.
Cooking show host Susanna has a knack for making food erotic. When she brings a spoonful of risotto to her rosy lips, all the guys in her audience get hard. But when her boyfriend screws her, then screws her over right before she goes on air, she ruins her career with an open-mic rant that breaks every FCC rule and gets her fired on the spot.
But things are looking up for our delicious little dish. Station owner and billionaire media mogul Ben Elliott has had his eye on Susanna, and now that she needs a job, he pounces. She can be the head chef of his erotic new restaurant, Appetites – if she can pass his personal test. Using only one ingredient, without touching him, she has to make him hard. That's too easy for Susanna, so she ups the ante by promising to give him the best orgasm of his life – with her lascivious use of chocolate.
Getting the chef job is a cinch. But will Susanna win the billionaire's heart too?
After the story, find two exclusive recipes from Susanna's kitchen: a creamy, luscious risotto, and perfectly tempered chocolate for the most exciting food-play ever.
Read an excerpt:
She turned away from her mise en place. He was so handsome, so charming in that collegiate, outdoorsy way he would probably never outgrow. His hair was tousled in a calculated mess and his vivid blue eyes always crinkled as if he were sailing into a headwind. She felt the old familiar stirring she'd experienced when she first set eyes on him – lust at first sight, she'd called it. She'd jumped into his bed on the first date (well, his bed, the sofa, the kitchen counter, his shower) and kept him worn out for a week afterward before they decided to move in together. He'd coincidentally had some problem with his apartment lease...
Now, looking into his chiseled, square-jawed face, she purred, “I suppose I can spare a few minutes.”
She crossed behind him and locked the door. “But we have to be fast!” Then she jumped on him, spinning him around so that he pinned her against the thin plaster wall of her prep kitchen. She twined one leg around his calf... his muscular thigh... his lean waist... until she looked like one of those dancing goddesses carved on an Indian temple.
“No, I...” he began, but she pulled her skirt up over her hips and fumbled at his fly. Anything else he might have had to say was muffled by the sensuous pillow of her mouth.
Susanna usually liked to take her time – all night, if she had the leisure – but an occasional quickie was a piquant spice on the palate of erotic life. This is an amuse bouche, she thought with a grin, a single bite that hinted at the feast they would share at home that night. And oh, my bouche is amused.
Freeing his cock from his tight jeans, she pulled his hands to her ass and then hooked her own arms around his neck. “Pick me up,” she whispered. “Slam me against the wall. Harder! Yes! I don't care who hears us!” Her legs locked around his waist, she pulled him into her again and again until, after a surprisingly short time, she felt the first rising contractions of her orgasm. She clenched him tight, shuddering, and held him until he spent too. Her orgasms always made him come.
“Oh, lord, is it that late? Put me down!” He slithered slickly out of her and she smoothed her skirt. “I'm dripping, you hot, hot boy,” she cooed, nuzzling his shoulder. She grabbed an apron and sopped up their mingled juices, then checked her lipstick, grateful she'd worn a smudgeproof stain. She was flushed, and the back of her hair was teased in a wall-version of a just-fucked bed bouffant, but if she put it in a ponytail she'd pass muster.
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Cooking show host Susanna has a knack for making food erotic. When she brings a spoonful of risotto to her rosy lips, all the guys in her audience get hard. But when her boyfriend screws her, then screws her over right before she goes on air, she ruins her career with an open-mic rant that breaks every FCC rule and gets her fired on the spot.
But things are looking up for our delicious little dish. Station owner and billionaire media mogul Ben Elliott has had his eye on Susanna, and now that she needs a job, he pounces. She can be the head chef of his erotic new restaurant, Appetites – if she can pass his personal test. Using only one ingredient, without touching him, she has to make him hard. That's too easy for Susanna, so she ups the ante by promising to give him the best orgasm of his life – with her lascivious use of chocolate.
Getting the chef job is a cinch. But will Susanna win the billionaire's heart too?
After the story, find two exclusive recipes from Susanna's kitchen: a creamy, luscious risotto, and perfectly tempered chocolate for the most exciting food-play ever.
Read an excerpt:
She turned away from her mise en place. He was so handsome, so charming in that collegiate, outdoorsy way he would probably never outgrow. His hair was tousled in a calculated mess and his vivid blue eyes always crinkled as if he were sailing into a headwind. She felt the old familiar stirring she'd experienced when she first set eyes on him – lust at first sight, she'd called it. She'd jumped into his bed on the first date (well, his bed, the sofa, the kitchen counter, his shower) and kept him worn out for a week afterward before they decided to move in together. He'd coincidentally had some problem with his apartment lease...
Now, looking into his chiseled, square-jawed face, she purred, “I suppose I can spare a few minutes.”
She crossed behind him and locked the door. “But we have to be fast!” Then she jumped on him, spinning him around so that he pinned her against the thin plaster wall of her prep kitchen. She twined one leg around his calf... his muscular thigh... his lean waist... until she looked like one of those dancing goddesses carved on an Indian temple.
“No, I...” he began, but she pulled her skirt up over her hips and fumbled at his fly. Anything else he might have had to say was muffled by the sensuous pillow of her mouth.
Susanna usually liked to take her time – all night, if she had the leisure – but an occasional quickie was a piquant spice on the palate of erotic life. This is an amuse bouche, she thought with a grin, a single bite that hinted at the feast they would share at home that night. And oh, my bouche is amused.
Freeing his cock from his tight jeans, she pulled his hands to her ass and then hooked her own arms around his neck. “Pick me up,” she whispered. “Slam me against the wall. Harder! Yes! I don't care who hears us!” Her legs locked around his waist, she pulled him into her again and again until, after a surprisingly short time, she felt the first rising contractions of her orgasm. She clenched him tight, shuddering, and held him until he spent too. Her orgasms always made him come.
“Oh, lord, is it that late? Put me down!” He slithered slickly out of her and she smoothed her skirt. “I'm dripping, you hot, hot boy,” she cooed, nuzzling his shoulder. She grabbed an apron and sopped up their mingled juices, then checked her lipstick, grateful she'd worn a smudgeproof stain. She was flushed, and the back of her hair was teased in a wall-version of a just-fucked bed bouffant, but if she put it in a ponytail she'd pass muster.
APPETITES
Meet sexy chef Susanna as she takes you on a lusty romp through the delights of the kitchen in APPETITES, the first in a new series from Lucy O. As a special bonus, this edition includes two recipes from the story guaranteed to delight your palate and arouse your lust.
Cooking show host Susanna has a knack for making food erotic. When she brings a spoonful of risotto to her rosy lips, all the guys in her audience get hard. But when her boyfriend screws her, then screws her over right before she goes on air, she ruins her career with an open-mic rant that breaks every FCC rule and gets her fired on the spot.
But things are looking up for our delicious little dish. Station owner and billionaire media mogul Ben Elliott has had his eye on Susanna, and now that she needs a job, he pounces. She can be the head chef of his erotic new restaurant, Appetites – if she can pass his personal test. Using only one ingredient, without touching him, she has to make him hard. That's too easy for Susanna, so she ups the ante by promising to give him the best orgasm of his life – with her lascivious use of chocolate.
Getting the chef job is a cinch. But will Susanna win the billionaire's heart too?
After the story, find two exclusive recipes from Susanna's kitchen: a creamy, luscious risotto, and perfectly tempered chocolate for the most exciting food-play ever.
Read an excerpt:
She turned away from her mise en place. He was so handsome, so charming in that collegiate, outdoorsy way he would probably never outgrow. His hair was tousled in a calculated mess and his vivid blue eyes always crinkled as if he were sailing into a headwind. She felt the old familiar stirring she'd experienced when she first set eyes on him – lust at first sight, she'd called it. She'd jumped into his bed on the first date (well, his bed, the sofa, the kitchen counter, his shower) and kept him worn out for a week afterward before they decided to move in together. He'd coincidentally had some problem with his apartment lease...
Now, looking into his chiseled, square-jawed face, she purred, “I suppose I can spare a few minutes.”
She crossed behind him and locked the door. “But we have to be fast!” Then she jumped on him, spinning him around so that he pinned her against the thin plaster wall of her prep kitchen. She twined one leg around his calf... his muscular thigh... his lean waist... until she looked like one of those dancing goddesses carved on an Indian temple.
“No, I...” he began, but she pulled her skirt up over her hips and fumbled at his fly. Anything else he might have had to say was muffled by the sensuous pillow of her mouth.
Susanna usually liked to take her time – all night, if she had the leisure – but an occasional quickie was a piquant spice on the palate of erotic life. This is an amuse bouche, she thought with a grin, a single bite that hinted at the feast they would share at home that night. And oh, my bouche is amused.
Freeing his cock from his tight jeans, she pulled his hands to her ass and then hooked her own arms around his neck. “Pick me up,” she whispered. “Slam me against the wall. Harder! Yes! I don't care who hears us!” Her legs locked around his waist, she pulled him into her again and again until, after a surprisingly short time, she felt the first rising contractions of her orgasm. She clenched him tight, shuddering, and held him until he spent too. Her orgasms always made him come.
“Oh, lord, is it that late? Put me down!” He slithered slickly out of her and she smoothed her skirt. “I'm dripping, you hot, hot boy,” she cooed, nuzzling his shoulder. She grabbed an apron and sopped up their mingled juices, then checked her lipstick, grateful she'd worn a smudgeproof stain. She was flushed, and the back of her hair was teased in a wall-version of a just-fucked bed bouffant, but if she put it in a ponytail she'd pass muster.
Cooking show host Susanna has a knack for making food erotic. When she brings a spoonful of risotto to her rosy lips, all the guys in her audience get hard. But when her boyfriend screws her, then screws her over right before she goes on air, she ruins her career with an open-mic rant that breaks every FCC rule and gets her fired on the spot.
But things are looking up for our delicious little dish. Station owner and billionaire media mogul Ben Elliott has had his eye on Susanna, and now that she needs a job, he pounces. She can be the head chef of his erotic new restaurant, Appetites – if she can pass his personal test. Using only one ingredient, without touching him, she has to make him hard. That's too easy for Susanna, so she ups the ante by promising to give him the best orgasm of his life – with her lascivious use of chocolate.
Getting the chef job is a cinch. But will Susanna win the billionaire's heart too?
After the story, find two exclusive recipes from Susanna's kitchen: a creamy, luscious risotto, and perfectly tempered chocolate for the most exciting food-play ever.
Read an excerpt:
She turned away from her mise en place. He was so handsome, so charming in that collegiate, outdoorsy way he would probably never outgrow. His hair was tousled in a calculated mess and his vivid blue eyes always crinkled as if he were sailing into a headwind. She felt the old familiar stirring she'd experienced when she first set eyes on him – lust at first sight, she'd called it. She'd jumped into his bed on the first date (well, his bed, the sofa, the kitchen counter, his shower) and kept him worn out for a week afterward before they decided to move in together. He'd coincidentally had some problem with his apartment lease...
Now, looking into his chiseled, square-jawed face, she purred, “I suppose I can spare a few minutes.”
She crossed behind him and locked the door. “But we have to be fast!” Then she jumped on him, spinning him around so that he pinned her against the thin plaster wall of her prep kitchen. She twined one leg around his calf... his muscular thigh... his lean waist... until she looked like one of those dancing goddesses carved on an Indian temple.
“No, I...” he began, but she pulled her skirt up over her hips and fumbled at his fly. Anything else he might have had to say was muffled by the sensuous pillow of her mouth.
Susanna usually liked to take her time – all night, if she had the leisure – but an occasional quickie was a piquant spice on the palate of erotic life. This is an amuse bouche, she thought with a grin, a single bite that hinted at the feast they would share at home that night. And oh, my bouche is amused.
Freeing his cock from his tight jeans, she pulled his hands to her ass and then hooked her own arms around his neck. “Pick me up,” she whispered. “Slam me against the wall. Harder! Yes! I don't care who hears us!” Her legs locked around his waist, she pulled him into her again and again until, after a surprisingly short time, she felt the first rising contractions of her orgasm. She clenched him tight, shuddering, and held him until he spent too. Her orgasms always made him come.
“Oh, lord, is it that late? Put me down!” He slithered slickly out of her and she smoothed her skirt. “I'm dripping, you hot, hot boy,” she cooed, nuzzling his shoulder. She grabbed an apron and sopped up their mingled juices, then checked her lipstick, grateful she'd worn a smudgeproof stain. She was flushed, and the back of her hair was teased in a wall-version of a just-fucked bed bouffant, but if she put it in a ponytail she'd pass muster.
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| BN ID: | 2940148733546 |
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| Publisher: | The Big O |
| Publication date: | 07/17/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 76 KB |
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