“That looks like something I would cook.” Mandy leaned against Jake, laughing. He reached over and switched off the burner.
“This is where a sieve and a kitchen out of view of your dining public comes in handy. Where were we?”
“I think you were going to lift me up onto the kitchen bench.” Mandy hopped up onto the bench top. “Then I was going to wrap my arms and legs around you and we were going to…”
Jake didn’t need any further instruction as he pulled Mandy to him once again, this time more gently. His tongue parted her lips, as they slowly, sensually explored each other. Jake’s hand slid to her breast, as she ran her hands down his back.
“This is giving me an appetite, and I’m not just talking about a semi-burnt sauce.”
“Maybe we should pace ourselves a little.” Mandy put her head on his chest. She could hear his heart hammering against his ribs “I’m just a little scared I’m going to end up like the sauce otherwise.”
“No, burnt around the edges. We are playing with fire.”
Jane Ainslie adores martinis, is a keen but hopeless gardener, and an avid reader of cookbooks. She currently resides in Adelaide, Australia, with her beloved husband and her four unruly pet ferrets.
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