His Just Desserts

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,700
5 Ratings (4.2)

Growing up in a foster home in a small Midwest town, Sean Whitcomb planned from the day he turned sixteen to somehow escape. And he does to the big city of Des Moines at a lawyer’s firm. Now up for a shot at a partnership, he needs to deliver the goods, and it’s not what he thinks. No, it’s a family style meal for the founding partners and their spouses. Which causes Sean a major issue, because not only is he a single gay man, but he can’t cook to save his life, and his boss is expecting a home cooked meal — complete with a family or there will be no partnership offer. In desperation, Sean turns to the man he left behind in his pursuit of the golden ring, Isaiah Waterston. Not only is Isaiah hot enough to still turn Sean’s crank but he’s also a world class chef at one of the hottest eateries in town. Now all he has to do is convince the man he’d left behind to give him a single night of his time, prepare a mouth-watering meal, and pretend to be his lover for a few hours. Sounds easy right? Well it is until Isaiah attaches his own stipulation –an entire weekend with Sean at his mercy.

His Just Desserts
5 Ratings (4.2)

His Just Desserts

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,700
5 Ratings (4.2)
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I enjoyed this story where the roles were reversed. This is about two men who never stopped loving each other but fate drove them apart but also bought them back together again many years later.
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"His Just Desserts by Dakota Trace was a stimulating and sexy read that left this reviewer smiling and panting. Sean Whitcomb and Isaiah Waterston grew up together in foster care, forged a bond and fell in love, but for two young men attempting to find their place in the world, love was not enough. Years later, the men reunited with Sean needing a huge favor in order to secure a partnership at his place of employment. The favor; pretend to be the new boyfriend and cook a spectacular dinner for the partners. Easy task, considering Isaiah is a chef- the cooking part at least. The hard part was the fact that both men were still in love with each other, but stubborn pride may get in their way of happiness.

Ms. Trace delivered sexual gratification as Sean and Isaiah rekindled the romance and the always Type A personality Sean submitted to Isaiah sexually, in exchange for his culinary skills. No hardship there. The men created a feast fit for kings and when the party was over, the real feast began.

His Just Desserts was a culinary orgasm as Ms. Trace incorporated food into sexual pleasures and gratifications. Bananas Foster never looked so tasty.

I fell in love with the stoic, rigid Sean as he crumbled under the onslaught of emotions he felt for Isaiah, as he relinquished control. Additionally, Isaiah tugged at my heart strings while he attempted to hold his feelings at bay, all the while the ice melting around his heart as he succumbed to the love he still held for Sean. The two men together were a beautiful symphony as they stoked the fires in the kitchen and bedroom.

The secondary characters were well written and added to the story delivering wisdom and experience in the form of good friends and cheeky bosses. Ms. Trace melded the personalities accentuating the need for their characters in the plight to reunite the two stubborn lovers.

His Just Desserts should not be missed. Sexually charged, hunky men and Bananas Foster-Yummy!" ~Reviewed by Evelise

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Excerpt

“Never once have I considered you my kept man. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting to take care of the man I love. I may be a lot of things, but I never once acted like I was better than you, or like I thought you were inferior to me. We were in love, and when I asked you come with me to Iowa City, you said no. You could’ve graduated a year early, but instead you wanted to stay in that Podunk town. I had to take advantage of the scholarship to U of I, so I left.”

“You could’ve stayed. It was only a year.”

“Could have, should have—it doesn’t matter now. It’s all water under the bridge. What I want to do is to offer you a substantial amount of money to come to my home, prepare a meal for myself and the partners.”

Sinking down into the chair, he rubbed the back of his neck. There has to be a catch. Old lovers just don’t show up and offer vast amounts of money, Waterson. “But?”

“But now, I have a feeling no amount would be enough to get you to pretend to be my lover for the night, and that’s what I need from you.”

A bitter laugh passed his lips at the irony. “This is just grand. I never thought I’d hear the mighty Sean Whitcomb offer to pay someone to pretend to be his lover. You’re a lover extraordinaire who could have a man any day of the week. Isn’t that what you told me before you left?” Unresolved resentment peppered his voice as his anger boiled over. He wanted to do more than punch Sean. He wanted to hurt him right where his heart lived. “So why don’t you go find one of them to do it? Better yet, see if you can’t call one of the modeling agencies and have them send over some hot guy to play the role, because the only thing that would convince me to agree is if I got to top you for a whole weekend. And it would be no-holds-barred sex. You’d be my bitch, for once—and I’d make sure you screamed with pleasure.”

“Is that what it would take, Isaiah?”

The soft tone should’ve warned him, but anger made him rash. “Yeah, it’s the only damned way…but we both know you’ll never agree to it. You never bottom, you never give up control, so this discussion is over—”

“No it’s not over. I agree to your terms,” Sean said. “One meal, a couple hours of pretend, and you get me for the whole weekend. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your pound of flesh. I’ll call tomorrow with the details.”

A click in his ear told him Sean had hung up.

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