Heated (MF)

Oasis Resort 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,050
1 Ratings (5.0)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, light consensual BDSM, HEA]
Resort owners Brent and Julio accidentally hired two chefs for the position to teach cooking classes in the new Oasis kitchen. 
Sexy celebrity chef by day, Max Romanos is also a Dom by night. Based in New York, he thrives in the spotlight. The young, beautiful Cassandra Bello is a chef who has traveled the globe, authored culinary books, and has intentionally thwarted publicity. 
Once they are in the kitchen, things get heated for this unlikely pair. Max is well known for placing lust over romance, while Cassandra’s travel schedule and shy disposition has left little room for finding love. She protects her privacy, and he shields his heart from the possibility of pain. Even though both Max and Cassandra are extremely guarded, the attraction between them is undeniable. When passion drives them together, the carefully constructed emotional walls they've built unhinge, bringing about a deliciously heated affair.
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Heated (MF)

Oasis Resort 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,050
1 Ratings (5.0)
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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

When she opened the door to the kitchen she paused and held the binder to her chest. The kitchen was grander than she anticipated. Just a first glance told her this was a chef’s dream. Her eyes brightened as she took in her surroundings. A few cooking stations were set up in front of the main area for students.

Her eyes landed on one of the stations where three men sat engaged in conversation. The man who hired her, Brent Taylor, saw her first.

“Cassandra, please come in.” Brent stood up and gestured for her to take a seat.

“Am I late?” she asked with trepidation. She only expected to meet with Brent. The other two men turned to her. Her stomach dropped when she made eye contact with the man she met the night before, the man whose room she mistakenly tried to open. Again, he was decked out in a tailored suit. All three men were standing now, waiting for her to step forward.

“Not at all,” Brent said. “This is my partner Julio Morales.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Julio extended his hand.

“And this is Max Romanos,” Brent added.

“Oh,” Cassandra’s brain went into overdrive trying to place where she’d heard that name before. Alarm bells fired in her mind.

“You’ll be working together,” Brent said.

By the look on Max’s face this was a surprise for him as well. He raised his eyebrows at Cassandra. “So you’re Cassandra Bello.”

“Great,” said Julio. “You two know each other?”

“Of each other,” Max interjected. “I’ve had the pleasure of reading Ms. Bello’s popular column.” And by pleasure he meant annoyance. She’d written a piece titled “The Lost Art of Subtlety in Cuisine” featuring his menu at a restaurant in New York. His eyes raked over her slender frame. She wore a long white skirt with an enticing slit up the right thigh showing off her toned legs and olive skin. Funny. After he’d read her column he pictured the author as a blue-haired old lady in a floral house robe surrounded by a dozen cats.

Cassandra cleared her throat. “Yes. Of each other.” Now his name clicked for her. She had the urge to run right out of the kitchen and forget this gig. The problem was she really needed the job. Her traveling had been suspended so that she could be close to home and her family. She was about to be an aunt for the first time and there was no way she’d be abroad while her sister brought the newest addition to their family into the world.

“Please, have a seat,” Brent said.

Cassandra set her binder down and slid into a chair. For the duration of the meeting she kept her eyes on either Julio or Brent. It was a relief when they said she and Max could hold their own classes and only a few would be taught together. Although, how she was going to do this was beyond her. She could practically feel the chill on her left from Max’s body. Or was it a chill? It was something.

After Brent and Julio explained the setup, the location of the nearest farmer’s market, and a map to the resort’s own garden, they opened up for questions. Cassandra noticed something odd fastened at the end of a few tables.

“What are those for?” She pointed.

“Cuffs,” Julio answered.

“In a kitchen? Here?” she asked somewhat shocked.

Julio gave Brent a look. A look that read I told you she’s too young for this. Brent began to answer but Max jumped in first.

“They’re everywhere, doll.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He shifted down and kneeled by her legs. His fingers curled under the elastic band of her cotton skirt and removed it. He inwardly groaned when he caught sight of the white lace panties she wore that had matched her bra. It looked bright and delicate against her olive skin. He bent down and used his teeth to pull off her panties. The smell of her arousal hit him and made him drunk with lust.

He moved back to lie down on his side beside her, longing to burn the look on her face to memory when she came. Her brown eyes were full of anticipation and a pinch of challenge. He dipped his finger into her drenched heat at the same time he kissed her, claiming her whimpers with his mouth sealed over hers. As his finger slid in he realized she was already on the verge of coming. She was slick with need and, by the way she moved her hips for more, he could tell she was extremely sensitive. He put a second finger inside her and curled them both up to massage her G-spot. Her muscles immediately began contracting around his fingers.

“Brace yourself,” he said and pressed his palm against her clit, “this might be—”

But before he could complete his sentence Cassandra’s head flew back as her body erupted. She screamed his name in one long stretch of exhaled breath. Her arms pulled on the cuffs. Her knees bent outward and high. She bucked against his hand riding the wave of pleasure pulsing through her.

Once the tide ran its course he reached above her to unclasp the latch on the cuffs. He put his arms tightly around her and lifted her on top of him.

The exquisite cloud of orgasm engulfed her. Nothing outside of this room mattered. Cassandra only yearned to be both lost and sheltered in the feel of Max. She touched his face gently, letting her finger trace over his lips. Playfully, he bit her finger. She smiled, cradled his face in her hands, and nipped at his lips.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one naked,” she said.

“You should do something about that, then.”

She propped up to get started, but when Max eyed her swinging breasts he angled his head up to latch on to one of her nipples. She purred and shifted upward to give him more of her. His hands held her at her waist as she writhed. “Max, please,” she managed.

“Please what?”

“I need to feel you.”

He let go of her waist to gather the bottom of his shirt. She sat up and helped him take it off. He patted his chest. “Sit here to undress me.”

Looking from his head to his jeans she furrowed her brows not understanding. When she realized she’d have to sit on him backward her jaw dropped. “I can’t do that!”

He grunted and sat up. “Get your ass up here so that I can suck on your pussy while you free my cock.” He reclined back and tapped his chest again. “I’m waiting.”

Reluctantly, she reversed herself and sat facing his feet.

“Scoot back,” he ordered.

She shifted an inch.

He spanked her right cheek. She jumped. “Ouch!”

“The longer you make me wait the more spankings you’ll get.”

“Give me a second! I’ve never put my rear in someone’s face before.”

He chuckled. “Good to know.” He spanked her left cheek. “Now get back here.” Her back was beautiful and toned, a sculptor’s dream, he thought, caressing the length of her spine. That prompted her to move farther back for him. His hands rubbed the globes of her well-formed ass where he’d delivered the spanking. As he gave her bottom an appreciative grab, she leaned forward and automatically arched her ass, welcoming more attention.

Cassandra could barely concentrate on unbuckling his pants when she felt her cheeks being parted and Max’s tongue licking along her wet entrance. Her hand ran over the bulge in his pants, and in response Max skillfully used his tongue to nip and suck around her pussy as promised. She unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants with his boxers. Max shifted his hips to help her push them down his thighs.

She put her hand around his rigid length mesmerized by his size. He was right. I’d happily beg for this. Her tongue licked the precum off the tip as her hand stroked him from the base upward. The fervor of Max’s attention drove her wild with the urge to consume him. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and leisurely sucked him.

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