Say Yes to the Chef: A Reverse Age Gap Holiday Romance by Jessalyn Jameson

Author:Jessalyn Jameson [Jameson, Jessalyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-18T16:00:00+00:00

Adrienne

Coconut oil drips from the young chef’s strong hands, but it’s his chiseled abs dipping down into that delicious V and the erection below that has my full attention.

My God, he is something to see.

I swallow hard, momentarily embarrassed by the sound it makes in the silence of the room, but he doesn’t comment as he rubs his hands together and walks around the bed, disappearing from my line of sight and leaving my eyes jealous of everything else in the room that gets to look at him.

The bed shifts beneath his weight as he climbs back on and straddles my legs. He starts on my shoulders, smoothing the coconut oil into my skin, working my muscles with purposeful, kneading strokes. His hands are smooth, likely from years in the kitchen and touching hot pans as if the heat doesn’t affect him at all.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to relax. I breathe deeply, pulling the richness of coconut into my lungs and easing into his touch. It’s not just coconut but something else… Maybe sandalwood? A hint of citrus? “It smells like you,” I say, the words a bit muffled in the bedding.

He chuckles, a delicious sound, and says, “Guilty. I use the products we sell here in the spa.”

Mmm, I may have to buy some to take home with me.

He leans forward and brings his mouth to my ear. “Do you like it?”

I nod.

Marco licks up the curve of my ear, pulls the lobe into his mouth, and I tremble as heat shoots south. It’s a struggle not to turn over and slam my mouth against his.

I would have never imagined myself like this, naked and exposed to a complete stranger, but I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired. He looks at me with awe in his deep brown eyes, as if even as he touches me with his own two hands, he questions my existence, the realness of me.

He moves his hands downward, massaging the soreness out of my lower back and sides. How he knows where I hold all of my stress is a mystery, but as he digs deeper, sensing my need for his touch, I nearly cry from how wonderful each dig of his thumbs feels along the base of my spine. Across my hips.

He balances on the line between chaste and sensual, dipping briefly down over the crest of my bottom, teasing the crease between my cheeks with just a quick brush of his thumbs. It doesn’t take long for anticipation to build between my legs, tighten my belly into another twisting knot of need and lust.

I’m spread out on the bed beneath him, and his weight across my thighs is sublime as it pins me down, immobilizing me beneath his touch. When his hands reach up to work my shoulders again, he teases the sides of my breasts with his fingertips and a shiver travels down my spine.

Minutes pass by in silence as Marco massages me. Besides the soft hum of the

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