Happy Sexy Saturday, my lovelies! I’ve finished my current WIP, and it’s almost time to start on my next naughty adventure! Hard Earned Cash is still doing AWESOME on the top 100 – thank you all so much for all the sweet reviews! Woo!!!
If you haven’t left one yet, it’s never too late! Even just a few words is such a huge help for any author, and I would appreciate it so very much! <333
Now, here’s a sweet little teaser from the upcoming CHC Collection – fingers crossed that my publisher accepts it soon! I can’t wait for you guys to read all of Jimmy and Cold’s sexy little adventures!
Warnings: NSFW?/teasing/domestic bliss
“Some of the best aphrodisiacs contain a very high concentration of zinc,” Cold was explaining as he cooked. “The zinc boosts your testosterone levels, and…” He turned around to glare at Jimmy, raising his spatula with a scowl. “Jimmy, are you listening to a word I’m saying?”
“Eh, sort of?” Jimmy replied honestly, beaming sweetly from his perch at the kitchen counter. “You in that cute little apron is a pretty powerful aphrodisiac, you know.”
“The apron?” Cold scoffed.
“It’s distracting me.”
“I don’t want to get my clothes dirty,” Cold snorted. “Eat your chocolate.”
Jimmy snickered, picking up one of the chocolate truffles Cold had bought for him and taking a big bite. He moaned loudly, instantly in love with the rich taste and smooth texture. He didn’t even want to know how much Cold had paid for these, but God, were they delicious.
Jimmy had requested a lesson in aphrodisiacs, and Cold was more than happy to oblige. He insisted on preparing the meal personally, and Jimmy was soon surprised to learn that the fearsome Boss Cold was quite the aspiring chef.
“Chocolate can stimulate a spike in dopamine, and it has citrulline that increases the nitric oxide in your body,” Cold went on, smirking as Jimmy continued to make happy little sounds while eating. “It improves your blood circulation and allows for a much faster rate of arousal.”
“Oh, it’s definitely arousing,” Jimmy giggled, his appetite threatening to finish the whole plate of truffles in moments. He took a sip of the wine Cold had selected to accompany the meal, asking brightly, “Mmm and this?”
“Pinot noir pairs well with salmon,” Cold replied, “and it’s alcohol, which triggers certain reactions in the hypothalamus. That’s the part of your brain that regulates many important bodily functions.”
“Right.” Jimmy nodded, taking a long sip. “Like body temperature, sleep patterns, hunger…”
“And libido,” Cold added with a wink.
“You really took this aphrodisiac lesson seriously, huh?” Jimmy laughed, snatching up the last truffle and swallowing it down with the rest of his wine.
“I take most things seriously, but especially cooking,” Cold said with a short chuckle, returning his full attention to the stove. He was focused now, his brow furrowed in concentration as he added a few more spices to one pan and stirred another.
Jimmy smiled as he watched his boyfriend laboring away to create the perfect meal for them. He couldn’t quite explain it, but observing Cold’s impressive prowess in the kitchen was incredibly sexy. He wondered if it was all the magical chemicals that he had imbibed thus far that were making him feel so suddenly amorous.
Perhaps it was simply the sight of his beloved gangster being positively domestic.
Maybe it was the apron.
Whatever the reason, he couldn’t sit still any longer. He grinned, leaving his spot at the counter and sliding up behind Cold, hugging his waist.
“I’m cooking,” Cold said grumpily, but he made no movement to stop him.
Jimmy’s hands slid under the apron, finding the zipper of Cold’s slacks and tugging. “Smells good,” he commented innocently. “This is the zinc filled goodness that’s gonna boost our testosterone levels?”
“It’s chili and garlic glazed salmon with lemon roasted asparagus,” Cold replied with a smirk. “Yes, the salmon is very rich in zinc. The peppers have capsaicin that stimulates your taste buds and is said to release adrenaline that will increase your pulse and release endorphins.”
“Mmmm, and the asparagus?” Jimmy went on, pulling the zipper down and sliding his hand over the front of his underwear, delighted to find him hard.
“It’s full of vitamin E that can increase the flow of blood to the genitals,” Cold calmly explained. “They’re also quite rich in potassium, which helps stimulate hormone production.”
“Fascinating,” Jimmy nodded, trailing his fingers along the length of Cold’s shaft, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“If you think I’m going to have sex with you before we eat dinner,” Cold drawled, “you are very mistaken.”
“Rod,” Jimmy whined, rubbing his fingers over Cold’s cock and squeezing him through his underwear. “Come on. The aphrodisiacs did me in. They really work! I’m totally ready. Please?”
Cold grunted, his voice firmer as he said, “I gave Jerry the evening off to prepare this meal for you myself. You are going to sit down with me and eat every last bite. Then, and only then, will we move on to dessert.”
“Come on, Rod.” Jimmy pulled Cold’s cock out and began to stroke him, nuzzling against his neck. “I promise we’ll eat after. I’ll eat it all. But can we pretty please do dessert first?”
“No,” Cold replied flatly, though he still made no effort to push Jimmy away. He began plating the food as if there wasn’t an eager hand wrapped around him, and he calmly added a sprinkle of pepper and sauce to the dishes.
Jimmy clung to his back, pressing himself as close as he could. He mouthed along Cold’s ear and squeezed his cock harder. “Mmm, Rod… I want you now. Please.”
Cold put the last finishing touches on each plate before quickly whirling around to grab Jimmy by his hips. He pushed him up against the cabinets with a low growl. “So impatient, are we?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, emphasizing the ‘sir’ and grinning when he saw Cold shiver. He was already taking off his pants and hopped up on the nearby counter, spreading his legs invitingly. “Please.”
Cold growled, frustrated, but his willpower to resist was clearly dwindling. He pressed himself between Jimmy’s thighs, his hard cock bumping up against his groin.
Jimmy used his long legs to draw Cold in close, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. “Please, sir… I need you.”
Cold sighed audibly, and he rubbed his cock up against Jimmy’s hole. Completely dry, just a tease, his voice a breathy whisper as he asked, “You really can’t wait, can you?”
“No, sir,” Jimmy murmured urgently, trying to rock down onto Cold’s cock. “All my dopamine and nitric oxide levels are positively raging for you right now.”
“Are they?” Cold chuckled fondly.
“Yes,” Jimmy insisted. He licked over his fingers, reaching down to start rubbing his spit over his hole. It was just enough for the head of Cold’s cock to push in, and Jimmy moaned for more. “Fuck… please, sir.”
Cold sighed and held his hips completely still.
Jimmy tried to roll his body forward, tried to push down on Cold’s cock, but he couldn’t get another inch. He sucked at Cold’s throat, pleading again, “Come on. Can’t you feel how much I want you?”
“Oh, trust me,” Cold said, his long fingers curling around Jimmy’s cock and giving him a smooth stroke. “I feel it. You’re absolutely aching for me to take you and ruin your precious little body right here on this counter, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” Jimmy groaned excitedly, gasping when he felt Cold’s cock trying to press in a little more.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded sweetly.
Jimmy obeyed immediately, expecting a finger or two, but he grunted when he tasted…
He blinked his eyes open to see Cold holding a fork, smirking at him expectantly as he said, “Dinner first. Then dessert. No exceptions.”
Jimmy pouted as Cold pulled away, chewing up the mouthful that Cold had given him and swallowing. “It is really good,” he admitted, squirming still from being so turned on. “It tastes sooo very good. Like orgasmically good. You really know your aphrodisiacs. Thank you.”
“Flattery will not help you right now,” Cold chuckled with a quick roll of his eyes, tucking his cock back into his pants. He snorted, feeding him another bite and smugly repeating, “Dinner first, Jimmy.”
“Then dessert?” Jimmy asked eagerly.
“Absolutely,” Cold promised.
“One request.” Jimmy batted his eyes, chewing slowly and smiling hopefully.
“When it’s time for dessert…”
“Yes, Jimmy. I will keep the apron on.”