Strawberries and Sex
I’ve always loved strawberries, so when I found out one of my heroes had a “thing” for them too, I was overjoyed! The book is NAUGHTY LITTLE CHRISTMAS, and Damien’s favorite treat are strawberries and cream Cream Saver candies.
Damien’s words broke the silence. “I have this fantasy.”
Harley’s knees went weak. “What about?” she croaked.
His belt joined the shirt on the floor, and Damien went for his zipper. “That very first night, when I saw your hair”—the metal hissed as he lowered it—“I thought it reminded me of these suckers I used to love as a kid. Strawberries and cream.” A chuckle quirked the side of his mouth.
“Life Savers?” she asked. He ate the miniature versions of the ring-shaped pops all the time, not that she really cared what he ate right now. Her attention was too absorbed in the wait for his pants to fall. She wanted to see his cock, wanted to taste it, touch it, ride it. Have free rein to do as she liked with the instrument of so much of her pleasure.
“That’s the one.”
“I thought you hated my hair.”
“No. I loved it. That’s why I wanted you to change it.”
Because even then, he’d been attracted to her, just like she’d been attracted to him. The knowledge warmed the pit of her stomach. “So what’s this fantasy?”
Damien toed off his shoes, then slid his pants and boxers down his legs, taking his socks with them. When he stood, he was gloriously naked. Aroused. Mouthwatering. Harley barely kept herself from falling to her knees and begging to suck him down.
“I want,” he said as he reached for a small bag on the mantel, “to run one of these candies over every inch of your body. I want to taste the sweetness on your skin, taste you, until every time I put one in my mouth, all I can think about is you. Tonight.” The last word scraped across his vocal cords as he took her hand and pulled her toward the bed. “Now strip.”
Harley hesitated. “There’s something I want too.”
“I want to taste you.”
His pupils dilated, shock and desire drowned in chocolate. “I think we can work something out.”
“Okay then.” And she stripped.
Damien and Harley’s story is available for you to read this Christmas — and beginning on Black Friday, it will only be 99 CENTS!
In honor of the inventive game Damien plays with Harley and his favorite candy on Christmas Eve, I give you our Better Than Sex recipe for today, an adult version of a childhood treat:
Strawberry Champagne Floats
1 pint of strawberries, quartered
1 tablespoon sugar
1 pint vanilla ice cream
1 bottle of champagne, chilled
Toss the strawberries and sugar in a bowl and let sit for 30 minutes.
Divide the strawberries between 4 wineglasses. Add one scoop of ice cream to each glass, then fill with champagne.
And voila! You have your own grownup strawberries-and-cream treat!
And on top of a fabulous treat, you get to enter for a chance to win some really awesome stuff – better than sex!
This basket includes all the following:
A Three Tier Cake Pan, complete with insert for filling, the makings for Better Than Sex Cake, a whisk, measuring spoons, a spatula, oven mitts, a Date Night Recipe Book, along with cool swag from Nice Girl Writing Naughty. Oh and did I mention there’s a couple of print books to enjoy as well after you get done baking up this deliciousness? Yep!
So how do you enter to win?* It’s quick and easy – you can earn an entry for each of the following:
- Comment on each author’s post.
- Share your own favorite tempting recipe (link to recipe will do)
- Share the blog hop with your friends on Facebook or Twitter.
*This contest is open only to U.S. Residents.
Easy peasy, huh? So all you have to do is stop by the Nice Girls Writing Naughty blog each day (Nov 15-30) to get some yummy recipes, meet some smexy men, then share with us. Leave the rest to Dakota. She will tabulate the results and draw a winner on December 1st.