And finally, thanks again for all your support this year. If you want to know more about something I’ve mentioned, please message me. In the meantime, here is a spicy excerpt from Go Cook Yourself, which you can buy here.
I dare you to read it in front of your family at Christmas and not blush, laugh or gasp!
I turn away from him and flip the button on the back of my skirt, unzipping it. A mirror stands in front of me.
“This way, I can see every part of you. Now pull it away from your waist and push it down.” I do as he says, enamoured by his reflection. His eyes fix on my body like he wants to consume me.
“That’s right. Bend over. And you can leave your heels on,” he hisses. “You’re going to look like my classy sex goddess when you play with yourself.”
He’s kind and feral, and I need every part of it. I bend slightly, and his growl fills the room. My leather skirt hits the carpet.
“You wore your hold ups today.” Cinnamon fills my lungs. “Turn and face me, baby.”
My breath sticks in my throat. I close my eyes under his inspection as I turn.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see what you do to me.”
“Yes, Chef.”
His eyes get impossibly darker. “Fuck. Say that again.”
I lick my lips slowly. “Yes, Chef.”
His eyes fix on mine as he slowly undoes his jeans, and his erection pushes its way out from his zipper. He runs his hand up and down his cock. Wetness gathers in my knickers as he fists himself. “Now undo your blouse, button by button. Don’t take it off until I say.”
My fingers tremble as I follow his orders. Slowly, I reveal inches of skin.
The depth of his voice thrums through my limbs. “You’re so sexy, baby. I’m so hard for you. All I think about is being inside you.” He pauses and growls, his face strained and his jaw hard. “Fuck. You’re everything.”
He drags a breath into his mouth, and his nostrils flare. “Shit, I’ve never been this turned on before.”
He shakes his head, and my whole body flushes under the intensity of his dark-eyed stare and tight jaw.
“I haven’t stopped wanting to touch you since we were last together. I fantasise about you every night until I might burst with need for you. Do you think of me?” He grinds his teeth for a second, and I sense a vulnerability.
Finally, I find my voice. “Every second. I need you inside me. Some days, it’s all that fills my head. Working with you day after day destroys me because all I want is to fuck you.”
A tentative smile turns up the corners of his mouth, but then he returns to his role of commanding me.
“That’s my good girl. Now show me what’s hiding beneath that blouse.” I do as he says. My nipples press against the lace of my bra, and he licks his lips slowly as if he’s readying himself to devour me. “Is your toy in your bag?”
I nod. “I’ve got lube, too,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Get them and sit on the edge of the bed facing me. Lube your toy, but don’t slide it inside until I say.”
“Yes, Chef.” Just saying that makes me pant with anticipation. “Should I keep my knickers on?”
He shakes his head. Every part of him focuses on me. I remove my knickers gradually, my bum facing him, but I watch him from the mirror again. I’ve learnt what he likes, and I’m rewarded with a groan that fills my entire body, building my arousal impossibly higher.
“Now give me those little lace things.”
I pass them to him, and he takes the opportunity to run his fingers between my legs. “Wider,” he grunts, and I obey.
