Page 92 of Recipe for Temptation

“Oh my,” Reese breathed, watching as he cut a thick slice for her. “What is that?”

“My triple chocolate cheesecake.” His lips curved. “Or, as I like to call it, chocolate orgasm.”

“Holy hell.”

As he raised a forkful to her lips, she opened and got a mouthful of molten, decadently rich chocolate. She closed her eyes with a deep moan. “Oh my God, Michael…”

“Good?”

“Good? This is sinful. I can see why you call it chocolate orgasm.”

He fed her another bite, his gaze intent on her mouth. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, low and husky.

“Like it? I love it, Michael. You are truly a chef extraordinaire.”

He smiled, sampling a forkful of the gooey delicacy. “Not bad,” he murmured, slowly licking the fork. “Not bad at all.”

“You and your understatements,” Reese whispered, her breasts throbbing as she watched the snakelike motions of his tongue, reliving all the wicked things that tongue had done to her body.

Catching her hungry gaze, Michael forked up another bite of cake and slid it into her mouth, then fed himself a second piece. By the time the plate was empty, their lips were fused in a ravenous, openmouthed kiss, tongues swirling as they shared a delicious kaleidoscope of flavors.

Reese whimpered in protest when he suddenly pulled away.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her lips as he reached inside the wicker basket with the other hand. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do since the night I met you.”

“What?” she asked dazedly.

He held up a plastic container of melted chocolate sauce, his eyes glinting wickedly. “I’m going to pour this all over your body and lick it off.”

Reese shivered with arousal, already shimmying out of her denim skirt and panties.

Michael yanked off her tube top, swearing hoarsely when her breasts bounced free. “No bra?”

“Didn’t need one,” she panted.

He made a guttural sound in his throat. “Lie down,” he commanded.

She did as he told her, trembling with desire and anticipation as he swirled his finger in the container. Then, holding her gaze, he smeared both of her areolas with warm chocolate.

She groaned, watching as he bent his head and slowly, seductively, licked her nipples clean. Spasms of pleasure speared through her core and pinched her clit.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her, the vibration of his deep, rumbling voice ratcheting up her need. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

Her belly quivered. She reached for his hand and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking off the last traces of chocolate. “So do you.”

He shuddered, his eyes blazing with fierce arousal. Like an artist creating a masterpiece, he poured several lines of chocolate up and down her trembling stomach. It took Reese a dazed moment to realize that he’d painted a letter on her.

“M is for Michael,” he said in that dark, mesmerizing voice, “because you’re mine. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

When Reese obeyed, he dribbled chocolate between her thighs, coating her swollen folds. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before and she moaned, loud and long.

“This,” Michael murmured, dipping two fingers into her soaked pussy, “is definitely mine.”

Reese couldn’t have argued even if she’d wanted to. When he withdrew his possessive fingers and slid them into his mouth, she nearly lost her damn mind.

“Michael,” she whimpered helplessly, “I’m about to?—”

Lowering his head, he took her mouth in a deep, carnal kiss flavored with chocolate and her own nectar. “Don’t come yet,” he ordered huskily. “I’m just getting started.”

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