Better Than Chocolate

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,200
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Gourmet chef Sarah Saunders is celebrating her birthday, and husband Gary has prepared an incredible, and delicious surprise. After a slip of the lip reveals a secret fantasy, Sarah is shocked to learn Gary is willing to satisfy all of her appetites - for good food, and great sex!

(This work features interracial romance - BW/WM - and three-way sex - MFM, and a happy ending)

Better Than Chocolate
2 Ratings (3.0)

Better Than Chocolate

DLP Books

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,200
2 Ratings (3.0)
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Chez Cannette Rouge, named for the red quills Gary's French grandfather made from the chickens he farmed, opened daily for lunch and closed around two in the morningsometimes lateron Fridays and Saturdays. Sarah and Gary normally worked one shift together and turned the remainder of the day over to a senior manager, though today the schedule had been changed to accommodate Sarah's birthday. Gary opted to stay home to "prepare," as he'd told his wife when she left that morning, yet Sarah chose to remain watchful. No telling what her husband intended for her, and as she served up dish after dish on this busy afternoon she hoped Gary didn't have an embarrassing stunt in store.

Sexy, she could accept. Bent over her office chair, grasping the armrests while Gary stood behind her and slammed his hard cock into her wet, waiting pussythat she could up-sell!

Damn, girl. Focus. She wiped her forehead with her thick sleeve and stirred a pan full of vegetables and orzo pasta. She didn't need these sexy thoughts nagging at her, heating her desire to a higher temperature than the stove. Time for a break.

She finishing cooking, then plated the trout special for one of Brian's customers. "Kay, I'm going outside for some air and a Coke. Can you watch the grill?"

Kay sprayed a section of the grill for cleaning, in preparation for another order. "Go on, I got it," she said, crooking her neck. "Hey, you may need to change out one of the diet canisters, too. It was spritzing a bit when I got a drink a few minutes ago."

"Thanks." Suited her fineshe'd retrieve a canister of the diet soda syrup and have one of the staff change it out at the fountain drink station. Since nobody had complained about the lack of Diet Coke that she knew of, she'd take her time in the walk-in cooler.

Stuffing her hat in her coat pocket, she pulled open the bulk door and stepped inside, not paying attention to her surroundings and definitely oblivious to the huge vase of roses resting between cases of frozen ravioliuntil a voice from inside the refrigerator startled her.

"Come now, lunch isn't that busy that you're so distracted."

Sarah squealed and pressed a hand to her beating heart. She looked to her right to see the flowers, and Gary emerging from behind the wire shelving with one single long-stemmed rose pinched between his fingers. Sarah held her breath as he neared, taking in how fetching he looked in his black blazer and tight jeans. His smiled, lined with black and gray stubble, warmed her heart and ignited her passionsafter ten years of marriage and hard work building their dream, he could still light her fire with such ease.

"How long have you been in here," Sarah began, "and how did you get through the kitchen without my seeing you?"

"There's a will, there's a way." Gary shrugged. "It helped that you were pretty distracted today. Something I should know?"

A fleeting image of Brian surfaced to her consciousness, but she brushed it away. "No more preoccupied than usual. I hope you haven't been in here too long, freezing."

Gary set the rose along the shelf with the others and held out his arms to her. "I could use some body heat if you can spare it."

"I don't want to get too close. I'm covered in grease, you'll mess up your clothes." Sarah looked down at the darkened spots on her coat.

"No worries," Gary said, winking. "You can always take it off."

"Right." She snorted. To be certain, she'd enjoyed a few fantasies of making love with Gary in every isolatedand publiccorner of the restaurant. Her professional instincts, however, told her doing that where they stored food wasn't a good idea.

"Just for a few minutes," he insisted. "I promise we won't do anything the health inspector will find out about later. Besides, I only bribed everybody to stay away for five minutes."

"You little" Sarah bit back the curse and unbuttoned her coat, then shrugged it away to reveal her tightened, aching nipples denting the lace of her bra. She arched forward as Gary cupped the mounds and nuzzled her neck.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured in her ear.

"So are you." She sighed and leaned into his hard body, wincing first at the feel of cold clothing against her skin, but it didn't take long before their embrace brought her back to a comfortable temperature.

She watched the play of his hands caressing each swell, the contrast of his light skin against her darker shade, and how he teased the edges of her bra before pulling down the delicate material to expose her nipples. "So beautiful," he repeated, lowering his head to kiss the valley in between. "So delicious." Lifting one breast, he took one tip into his mouth and bit down gently, leaving Sarah to see stars behind her closed eyes.

She shifted for balance, grateful when a hand slid around to support her lower back. Her pussy throbbed with want, and slowly the practical, professional Sarah Saunders screamed a quickly dying protest in her head as her desires prodded her to beg Gary to fuck her right there. Let somebody walk in on himlet the whole restaurant march in for a tour. Sarah wanted relief, and she ground herself against Gary's thigh in hopes of catching some pressure on her clit.

"Please," she whispered in his hair, but Gary just released one nipple to lave attention on the other.

"Um-umm." The moan hummed through her, and Sarah sighed at the loss of Gary's mouth on her when he stood straight. He replaced the bra and drew her into a tight hug. "You know the rules," he reminded her. "No fooling around on the clock."

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