lever on the can and lit the gas coming from the nozzle.
Leonore watched, fascinated.
“It’s trickier than it looks,” he explained as he began to
move the flame over the surface of the custard. “The idea is to harden the
sugar on the top, browning it without burning it. You should be able to break
through it easily with your spoon, but not too easily.”
“Sort of an edible miniature skating rink,” she said. “I’m
impressed. I’d probably catch my hair on fire.”
He was doing the second dish now. “It’s easy to look like an
expert after dozens of failed attempts. But now…” He turned off the torch and
set it aside, then carried the two dishes to the table. “ Voilà! Sweets
to the sweet.”
Leonore rolled her eyes but found she didn’t really mind the
corny expression. She was about to plunge her spoon through the crust when
Jeff, who had come around to sit next to her, took it from her hand.
“Allow me.” There was an audible crunch as the spoon broke
through the delicate crust, then he placed it in her mouth.
The warm crust combined with the cool creamy custard was
perfect, and Leonore’s eyes almost rolled back into her head in ecstasy. She
savored it for a moment before swallowing.
“Amazing,” she said. “Truly amazing.”
“Have another,” he said, spoon hovering. She opened her
mouth to accept the bite. Before she could swallow it, Jeff had put down the
spoon and leaned forward to kiss her. Leonore, who had closed her eyes to truly
appreciate the flavor of the creamy dessert, was startled at first. Then, she
relaxed as his tongue slid into her mouth, capturing some of the custard.
He pulled back and licked his lips. “Ummm. And I though
kissing you tasted good before.”
“Eat your own dessert,” she said, only pretending to be
annoyed. “This one’s mine.”
“I’ll eat my own, if you let me use you as a plate.”
Leonore gauged his expression to see if he was serious. He
was.
“That,” she said, putting her spoon down slowly, “is a
wonderful idea.” His kiss had set the magic in her buzzing. She glanced over at
the sofa.
“Oh, no,” he said, following her gaze. “Not here. We’ve had
sex on a car and a desk. I told myself that if I made love to you tonight, it
would be done properly. In a bed.”
Made love?
Before Leonore could think about what this meant, Jeff was
pulling her to his feet. “Come on.” She started to stumble toward the stairs,
suddenly clumsy with desire.
“Wait!” he said, and she looked up, puzzled.
“You’re forgetting the crème brûlée.”
Chapter Five
Upstairs, Jeff just managed to carefully place the dessert
plates on the nightstand before reaching to pull Leonore’s blouse over her
head, revealing the lacy bra that Ludmilla had bought her for her
birthday—months earlier—and she was wearing for the first time. He paused for a
moment, stepping back to look at her appreciatively.
Leonore felt oddly self-conscious. Dozens of men—hundreds,
really—had seen her body, at least in the brief glimpses she allowed them before
getting down to business. She hadn’t minded or worried that they would find her
attractive. She knew the power a lush, healthy woman’s body could hold. It was
a power she’d used to her advantage many times.
Now, she warmed under the huger in Jeff’s gaze. “Wow,” he
said. “You’re beautiful.”
“I…thank you.” Leonore didn’t know what to say. She’d heard
the compliment before. She just hadn’t really paid much attention. She lowered
her eyes, then focused on what was right in front of her. His crotch. With a very
big bulge, not much camouflaged by the drapey fabric of his trousers. She
reached for it, connecting. He groaned.
Leonore’s tantalizing view was blocked as he again leaned
forward to kiss her, his hands sliding under the bottom edge of her bra until
his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples. Her magic rushed to the points of
contact, tingling along breast,
Leonore watched, fascinated.
“It’s trickier than it looks,” he explained as he began to
move the flame over the surface of the custard. “The idea is to harden the
sugar on the top, browning it without burning it. You should be able to break
through it easily with your spoon, but not too easily.”
“Sort of an edible miniature skating rink,” she said. “I’m
impressed. I’d probably catch my hair on fire.”
He was doing the second dish now. “It’s easy to look like an
expert after dozens of failed attempts. But now…” He turned off the torch and
set it aside, then carried the two dishes to the table. “ Voilà! Sweets
to the sweet.”
Leonore rolled her eyes but found she didn’t really mind the
corny expression. She was about to plunge her spoon through the crust when
Jeff, who had come around to sit next to her, took it from her hand.
“Allow me.” There was an audible crunch as the spoon broke
through the delicate crust, then he placed it in her mouth.
The warm crust combined with the cool creamy custard was
perfect, and Leonore’s eyes almost rolled back into her head in ecstasy. She
savored it for a moment before swallowing.
“Amazing,” she said. “Truly amazing.”
“Have another,” he said, spoon hovering. She opened her
mouth to accept the bite. Before she could swallow it, Jeff had put down the
spoon and leaned forward to kiss her. Leonore, who had closed her eyes to truly
appreciate the flavor of the creamy dessert, was startled at first. Then, she
relaxed as his tongue slid into her mouth, capturing some of the custard.
He pulled back and licked his lips. “Ummm. And I though
kissing you tasted good before.”
“Eat your own dessert,” she said, only pretending to be
annoyed. “This one’s mine.”
“I’ll eat my own, if you let me use you as a plate.”
Leonore gauged his expression to see if he was serious. He
was.
“That,” she said, putting her spoon down slowly, “is a
wonderful idea.” His kiss had set the magic in her buzzing. She glanced over at
the sofa.
“Oh, no,” he said, following her gaze. “Not here. We’ve had
sex on a car and a desk. I told myself that if I made love to you tonight, it
would be done properly. In a bed.”
Made love?
Before Leonore could think about what this meant, Jeff was
pulling her to his feet. “Come on.” She started to stumble toward the stairs,
suddenly clumsy with desire.
“Wait!” he said, and she looked up, puzzled.
“You’re forgetting the crème brûlée.”
Chapter Five
Upstairs, Jeff just managed to carefully place the dessert
plates on the nightstand before reaching to pull Leonore’s blouse over her
head, revealing the lacy bra that Ludmilla had bought her for her
birthday—months earlier—and she was wearing for the first time. He paused for a
moment, stepping back to look at her appreciatively.
Leonore felt oddly self-conscious. Dozens of men—hundreds,
really—had seen her body, at least in the brief glimpses she allowed them before
getting down to business. She hadn’t minded or worried that they would find her
attractive. She knew the power a lush, healthy woman’s body could hold. It was
a power she’d used to her advantage many times.
Now, she warmed under the huger in Jeff’s gaze. “Wow,” he
said. “You’re beautiful.”
“I…thank you.” Leonore didn’t know what to say. She’d heard
the compliment before. She just hadn’t really paid much attention. She lowered
her eyes, then focused on what was right in front of her. His crotch. With a very
big bulge, not much camouflaged by the drapey fabric of his trousers. She
reached for it, connecting. He groaned.
Leonore’s tantalizing view was blocked as he again leaned
forward to kiss her, his hands sliding under the bottom edge of her bra until
his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples. Her magic rushed to the points of
contact, tingling along breast,
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