How to Love by Kelly Jamieson

thought this would go nicely with steaks.”
    “Excellent. Mike’ll open it.”
    “Sure Mike will,” Mike said. He set down the parcels on the counter.
    Jules looked around. “You’re lucky Mrs. K redid her kitchen a couple of years ago. You should’ve seen it before.”
    “It’s a great kitchen,” Mike said.
    “Yeah,” Carlos said. “We’re gonna learn how to cook now.”
    She frowned at him. “You don’t know how to cook? And yet you invited me for dinner?”
    “How hard can it be?” He looked over at Mike opening the wine. “Hey, do we have any wine glasses?”
    Mike rolled his eyes and wiped his hands on a towel. “Yes.” He walked over to an end cupboard and pulled out a glass.
    “Ah.”
    “So um…what else are you making?” she asked, peering over where Carlos started rubbing seasonings onto some steaks. “Jesus, those steaks are huge. How many people are coming?”
    “Just us, doll,” Carlos said cheerfully.
    “Okay. Well, I’ll eat maybe a quarter of one of those.”
    He shook his head. “That’s sad.”
    Mike laughed as he pulled the cork out of the wine with a pop. “No problem, Jules. How do you like your steak done?”
    “Medium.”
    “Let’s hope we can achieve that,” Carlos said with a wry smile. “Okay, do you think I should cook these potatoes in the microwave before we grill them?”
    Jules sucked briefly on her bottom lip. “Seems like a good idea.”
    “Er…you don’t cook either?”
    “I can cook. A few things. I’m not exactly a chef, though.” An unpleasant thought flashed through her head. “Don’t tell me that’s why you invited me over? To help cook?”
    “Nah. We know what we’re doing, I’m just messing with ya.”
    She smiled to show she’d also been joking. Even though she really, sort of, hadn’t been. She shook her head at her silly doubt.
    Carlos set three potatoes in the microwave and punched some buttons. “Don’t worry, we won’t poison you.”
    “Ooookay.” She deliberately let doubt creep into her voice as she accepted the glass of wine from Mike.
    He smiled at her. “Don’t sound so confident.”
    She couldn’t help but smile back, her gaze snared by his hazel one as he stood there looking down at her.
    “And she brought orgasms for dessert,” Mike said, for Carlos’s benefit.
    Carlos turned and gave them both a look over his shoulder that was shockingly hot and sexy, his eyes sinfully dark and delicious. “No shit? Now that’s the kind of dinner guest I like.”
    Jules licked her lips then sipped her wine as Mike chuckled. Holy hell, these two guys were a match for her in the sexy banter department. Her insides tingled at the mild flirting with two hot guys. Two. Hot. Guys.
    Orgasms for dessert. She could definitely get on board with that.

Chapter Four
    Mike grinned at the joke about orgasms even though his cock was fully erect, and Jesus, an orgasm wasn’t that far off at the moment. Between Carlos’s hot eyes and Jules’s sexy body—or was that Jules’s hot eyes and Carlos’s sexy body?—he was hard and ready. But that wasn’t what they’d invited Jules there for. It was supposed to be a neighborly dinner, so she could get to know them, see what great guys they were. Nice and friendly. Not too fast.
    “So have you thought about my offer?”
    He focused on Jules, a little lost for a few seconds. “Offer?” Hadn’t they been talking about orgasms? Then he remembered. “Oh. Yeah. That offer.”
    “What’s that?” Carlos asked, opening a beer.
    “I want to take nude photographs of Mike,” Jules said.
    Carlos choked on his beer.
    Mike laughed. “Hey, I’m not that ugly.”
    “Not at all,” Jules murmured with a hot up-and-down look at him. His cock swelled even more.
    “I haven’t really thought about it,” he lied. He leaned casually on the counter.
    “Oh. Well, you should. I’m serious. Nobody has to know it’s you. We’d do it privately in my studio.”
    “Uh-huh.” Getting naked with Jules