Her Secret Ingredient – M/F/M BDSM Erotic
Romance from Lisabet Sarai
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Her Secret Ingredient by Lisabet Sarai
Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion
When the
Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest
spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new
level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove
herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne
Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a
domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of
a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also
so gorgeous that Emily can't help being attracted to him.
Emily
tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an
ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key,
bespectacled producer for Emily's show, samples the delicacies she intends for
Etienne's consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as
a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in
bed than on the set. However, he can't do nearly as much to advance her
ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier
with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results
threaten to end her TV career forever - until Harry steps in to save her
reputation and claim her heart.
From the Book
The road dead-ended in a parking lot, empty
save for our vehicle. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the
iron railing guarding the overlook. The night was crystal clear. Not a wisp of
fog obscured the twinkling majesty of the City by the Bay.
I grasped the balustrade, a bit nervous
about the sheer drop on the other side. Standing behind me, Harry rubbed his
rigid penis against my butt. Meanwhile, his hands snaked around to clasp and
knead my breasts. “See what I mean?” he murmured in my ear, twisting my nipples
at the same time.
“It’s—uh—it’s beautiful, Harry. But I don’t
think…”
“Don’t think, Em. Just trust me.” He
continued to fondle my tits with one hand, while sliding the other down over my
belly to poke between my thighs. “I’ll bet you’re wet.” He probed through the
jersey of my dress, finding my clit with his usual skill. “Yup, I was right.
You love a bit of danger.”
“No, not really—ah!” He rocked my bead like
a switch, sending spurts of electricity through my limbs. “Oh, God, Harry, we
can’t do this here!”
“Why not? You let me fuck you on the studio
floor the day after we met.”
“I— Oh, Harry, please…that was different…”
He had my skirt flipped up in back now, and
my panties down around my knees. One hand had lodged inside the front of my
dress, where he continued to squeeze my engorged breast. Meanwhile, he explored
my wet crevice with nimble fingers, thrusting into my pussy, sliding over my
lower lips, then making slick circles around my clit.
The smooth head of his bare cock bobbed
against the backs of my thighs. How had he managed to get it out of his
trousers while still teasing me this way? I reached behind me, wanting to grasp
that lovely hardness and share some of my pleasure.
“No!” He caught my hand in a sticky grip
and returned it to the iron pipe. “Don’t let go of the rail. Or do I have to
tie you there?”
Lightning shot through me. I thought for a
moment I’d faint and topple over into the abyss.
“Tie me?” Craning my neck, I tried to read
his expression. Was he serious? The shadows made it impossible to tell.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at
an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at
five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays,
tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications,
self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots
of erotica and erotic romance – nearly fifty single author titles, plus dozens
of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where
the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines.
Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012
Honorable Mention.
Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would
ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be
deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre.
She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her
indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative
career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.
For more information about Lisabet and her
writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com)
or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com)
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