The plan was perfect. Slinky black lace dress. Leg-slimming stilettos. Some toys to expand the boundaries of their normal routine. Her husband's favorite meal. The only point Lisa missed was telling him ahead of time.
When Rick comes home with his boss in tow, Lisa has to scramble to make herself decent. Now if only Rick would wait for the boss to leave before trying out the toys. But he's never been a patient man where sex is concerned...
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Honey by Ari Thatcher
"Honey, I'm home. Guess who I brought for dinner?"
Hearing her husband's question, Lisa Johnson dropped the pan of pasta in the midst of pouring it into a strainer in the sink. Hot water threatened to splash the naughty lacy dress she wore. How could he bring someone home for dinner without telling her?
Grabbing her largest apron, she pulled it over her head and tied it around her waist, checking to see that it covered the sheer lace over her breasts. She muttered and swore under her breath as she fished pasta shells from the sink. So much for the night of passion she had planned.
Air wooshed through the small space when Rick pushed past the swinging door into the kitchen. She felt his breath on the nape of her neck just before he planted a warm kiss there. "You smell great. I hope you don't mind. I brought Mr. Grissom for dinner."
She forced a smile as she looked back over her shoulder. "Of course not, there's plenty of food."
His hand stroked down the curve of her back and cupped her ass. "What's this? New dress?"
"I, uh, wanted tonight to be special." The warmth of his hand spread from his touch, making her want more. She turned around, parking her hips against the counter.
He took in the outfit, complete with apron and his favorite black strappy stilettos, and one side of his mouth curved in that way of his. His hand slid down past the hem of the short black gown, really almost a negligee, then up again under the fabric. Her skin burned where his fingers roamed.
The roughness of his palm through her silk stockings sent shivers up her sides. He plucked at the garter belt then continued over her hip to a bare ass cheek. He tugged her close and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Just what did you have in mind?"
Unable to resist, having spent the afternoon fantasizing about what they would be doing all night, she captured his mouth, forcing her tongue deep. She tasted his mint gum, and felt his excitement pressing against her belly. When she leaned back for air, she met his gaze and wondered if her own eyes were as smoky. "A nice dinner, a special dessert, and a new toy or two..."
Rick growled and bent to kiss her again but suddenly straightened. "Shit. Mr. Grissom. Well, we'll feed him and drop some hints, then send him on his way."
He plucked a couple of wine glasses from the rack beneath the overhead cupboard and took a bottle, along with the corkscrew, out of the kitchen.
Lisa sighed and tried to ignore the growing damp spot on her thong. Taking the now-cool pasta shells over to the workstation, she filled them with the ricotta mix, poured on the marinara she'd let simmer all afternoon, and put the casserole pan in the oven.
As she reached to finish buttering the garlic bread, an insistent tingle vibrated her pussy. Oh God, how could she have forgotten? Before she had dressed she'd inserted the metal bullet she just bought. The remote was on Rick's dresser with a note. Only you have the power to rev me up.
At least, it had been on his dresser. Now it was apparently in his hands on the other side of the kitchen door, and he planned to drive her insane during dinner.