Everything Nice
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Spicy
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Length: Novella
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
Cover Art: Jenny Dixon
ISBN: 978-1-60394-780-0
Purchase Links: New Concepts Publishing / All Romance Ebooks
Blurb:
Will Antonio’s romantic confession win Orlanda’s heart, or destroy their partnership? A partnership made in heaven/hell–they secretly lust after each other, but … business first! How can they build a successful business together if their focus is on the bedroom instead of the bakery?
The following excerpt from EVERYTHING NICE is for readers 18 and over.
“Hey, Orlanda,” Antonio said, walking out of the kitchen to stand beside her near a glass display case. “You okay?”
“Yes. Why?” She turned to him and her heart skipped a beat when his gaze met hers. Damn. The warmth in his big brown eyes could melt a glacier.
“You’ve been standing here for a while looking a little down.”
“I’m just thinking. We’ll be opening soon. I’m getting nervous. You?”
“Nah. After boot camp not much makes me nervous.”
She smiled. “I can understand that. It’s just that I want us to succeed. It’s my way of giving ‘the arm’ to Rose and Danielle, which is something I should have done a long time ago.”
“I never figured out what you were doing with them. I always wondered how a couple of chicks whose heads were up their ass could get their noses so far in the air.”
Orlanda snorted with laughter. “I guess it started in high school. I didn’t have a lot of friends. All right I didn’t have any. I was kind of boyish and when I wasn’t playing sports I studied all the time. I never was much for girl stuff.”
“You sure changed, huh?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I have?”
“Sure. I mean you’re gorgeous.”
Numbness overtook her for several seconds. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Finally she said, “I am?”
His brow furrowed. “Definitely.”
She didn’t reply and he stepped a bit closer. He reached out hesitantly and cupped her cheek.
Orlanda knew she should move away, but she didn’t want to. His big, warm hand felt so good against her skin. He stood close enough that when she tilted her gaze up to his face, she saw the moistness of his chiseled lips. His thick, dark lashes lowered partway and he dipped his head toward hers.
When he kissed her, Orlanda lost focus on everything except this gorgeous warrior turned pastry chef.
She stood on tiptoe and his arm slid around her waist, tugging her closer to his rock-hard body. He was so tall and powerful, yet he kissed her with such tenderness, making her feel protected and desirable.
“Orlanda,” he murmured against her lips. The tip of his tongue tickled her earlobe and he nuzzled her neck, sending little shivers of delight through her.
Her nipples tingled and tightened. Wetness and heat from her pussy made her satin panties cling damply to her flesh. Her clit ached and throbbed and she resisted the urge to thrust her pelvis against him. He challenged her resolve by sliding a rock-hard thigh between her legs. She had little choice but to straddle it and cling to him as he kissed her again.
This time he traced the shape of her lips with his tongue. Orlanda moaned and her mouth opened to him. He thrust his tongue into it and her tongue met it with passionate strokes. Standing on tiptoe, she wiggled a bit on his leg and he raised it higher, actually lifting her off the ground.
The silliness of the situation struck her. Here she stood, riding a six-foot-five-inch hunk’s leg while he pressed her against a glass case that would soon be holding pastry. Despite the ridiculous situation, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh, not when her body aligned so intimately with Antonio’s. Her heart beat like crazy and if she kept humping his leg in another second or two she’d come.
“Antonio, no,” she panted, pushing against his chest. It felt like warm granite.
“What’s wrong?” he breathed. “Orlanda, baby, you taste so good.”
“This isn’t right, Antonio.” She arched her neck as he covered it with kisses. Clasping handfuls of his dark, wavy hair, she closed her eyes.
“It’s right. Feels right.” He slowly lowered her to the ground, grasped her waist and hoisted her onto the display case.
Her heart hammered as he parted her thin black cardigan and trailed his tongue over the tops of her breasts visible in her red silk tank top. The fabric as well as the bra beneath was so thin that she might as well have been naked.
Antonio cupped her breasts and lifted them as his mouth descended and covered one nipple. He licked and sucked it through the fabric, dampening it. Her nipple stiffened and he gently worried it with his teeth, then licked and sucked again, sending a sharp pang of lust through her. Her breast seemed linked to her pussy. With every sweep of his tongue, her clit and pussy throbbed, edging her closer and closer to orgasm.
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