by Harlem Dae
Gabriel stood next to me, hands in the pockets of a navy jacket that bunched at his hips, the sparkle of dew in his hair. His cheeks were flushed and the scent of night rushed off him.
I guessed he’d walked.
Had he needed a drink, more than one, before meeting me? Or did he live really near to the supermarket?
“Yes?” I replied, tipping my head questioningly.
We had a deal—a deal to pretend we didn’t know each other.
Well, we didn’t know very much about each other. Not really. I didn’t have a clue what his surname was, his age or what job he did. I knew other stuff, though, fun stuff.
“I was wondering,” he said, “since you’re holding one, if you know a good recipe for cucumber.”
He set down the empty basket he was carrying and I realized I’d forgotten to pick one up.
Oh well.
“Yes, actually I do.”
I half smiled as I took in the stubble on his chin and down his neck. It hadn’t been there this morning—he’d been freshly shaved then. But I liked this just-got-out-of-bed look. It matched his slightly roguish features—the bump in his nose, the heaviness of his eyebrows. He wasn’t model handsome—more rough and ready in an expensive suit, a delicious combination for a bad girl like me.
“Are you willing to share your recipe?” He picked up a cucumber of his own. Curled his thumb and index finger around it, like he was stroking a cock, and gave a few lazy rubs up and down it.
I swallowed tightly and a sudden thought of watching him do that to his cock blustered into my mind. Damn, that would be so hot, to watch him wank. I hoped it would be on our agenda. If not, there was another fantasy to keep me warm at night.
“Sure,” I said, “take one cucumber.” I paused and positioned my cucumber as if it were a dick protruding from my groin. “And a pot of cream. Smother the cucumber in the cream, add a little spice if that’s your thing, then let it marinate, slowly. To allow the flavors to soak into the ripe, moist inside of the cucumber, let the cream coat it all over. Best way to do this is by sliding it in and out of the cream…”
His face broke into a grin. “Just as well I like cream, then.” He bent his head to mine. “Your cream. I could taste it on my fingers all fucking day. Kept me hard—hard for you. Damn it, lose the cucumbers and let’s go and do this.”
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About the Author
Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for several years now on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Totally Bound as well as self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon.
Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.
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Lily and Natalie love to hear from readers. You can find their contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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