When word gets out about the Spice Rack, a new adult novelty item that’s guaranteed to spice up your love life, retailers can barely keep them on the shelves. Each jar holds a suggestion on how to add some zip in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or wherever passion strikes. Couples everywhere clamor to get their hands on a rack and see what happens. Whether they try one jar or try them all, one thing’s for sure—with the Spice Rack around, sex will never be bland again.
In eight years of marriage, Eric Carlson has never forgotten to kiss his wife Jessica goodbye—until this morning. As Jessica runs her errands, all she can think about is the missing kiss. When Eric calls to tell her he thinks he left the toaster oven on, she rushes home, annoyed and afraid their house may be burning down. Instead of smoke and flames she finds Eric, looking hot and sexy as hell as he prepares fresh waffles.
Eric knows he and Jessica have been drifting apart. He’s bought the hot new product everyone’s talking about—the Spice Rack, guaranteed to spice up your love life. The jar he opens advises them to “Spend a decadent day indulging all your senses.” With the whole day ahead of them, a fridge full of tempting treats and the house to themselves for a change, that’s exactly what Eric intends to do—in the kitchen, on the washing machine, wherever the mood strikes. And Jessica’s got a super-steamy surprise for him too.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
EXCERPT (over 18, please!)
Following her up the stairs, he watched as her curvaceous ass swayed with each step. “You should wear those pants all the time.”
Giggles purred out of her. “If I’d have known you were going to seduce me I’d have worn something sexier than yoga pants.”
“There’s nothing sexier than the way your ass looks right now.”
He ushered her into their bedroom and pressed her against the wall. A shudder ran through her and he knew she was as filled with anticipation as he was. She stroked the back of his neck then trailed her hands to his chest. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Eric wasted no time shucking his t-shirt and stepping out of his jeans and boxers. His cock bobbed, eager for Jessica’s attention. “I believe you’re the one wearing too many clothes. But I can fix that.”
He inched her shirt up making sure to rub against both nipples as he eased it past her full breasts. Stiff peaks rose through the thin pink fabric of her bra.
Tossing the garment aside, he kissed his way down her chest and reached around back to unhook the clasp. She gasped when he took one firm dark nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue gently before sucking. The sigh that escaped her sent tingles down his spine. “So fucking sexy.”
She answered with another shudder. Her eyes were closed, head pressed back against the wall.
He knelt and slipped his hands inside the waistband of her pants, teasing the delicate skin just along her hip bones before he slid the fabric down. Her warm sweet scent filled his nostrils as he breathed her in. “God, I want you.” He kissed his way back up the length of her body until he reached her mouth.
Her lips met his, hungry with desire, as she wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked, slowly, her touch so light it felt like silk. He dragged his lips to the soft spot below her ear, licking and nipping until she moaned.
She whispered in his ear. “I have a confession to make. The other morning, when you went to work late, I came upstairs to put away some laundry and I saw you.”
Saw me? Eric’s cheeks heated and he swallowed hard. He pulled away enough to look at her. “What do you mean?”
Jessica averted her eyes as she traced a lazy path down his chest. Her fingertips, smooth and dainty, left a trail of fire in their wake as they journeyed southward. The satiny skin of her palm smoothed over his shaft, circling his swollen head before sliding down to cup his balls. “Doing this.” Curling her other hand around him she stroked, long and slow, up from the base, her index finger slicking the bead of moisture from his tip before heading down again.
Christ, she saw me. In twenty-some years of jerking off he’d never, to the best of his knowledge, been caught by anyone. His heart pounded, his discomfort only partially muted by the mesmerizing rhythm of her hand. Up and down. Swiveling over the head. Jesus. She really did see me, she’s never, moved her hands like that---that’s how I do it. His cheeks burned hotter as the pressure in his groin grew. His own stroke applied by her hands was driving him wild. Still, what must she have thought? How long did she watch?
Jessica leaned closer and kissed the base of his throat, just above the center of his collarbone. He was certain she could feel his pulse against her lips and it beat double time in response to her movement. “I didn’t intend to spy. I was bringing towels up from downstairs. You looked so incredibly hot I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Hot? She thought it was hot? His cock twitched in response and she paused, squeezing just hard enough that he groaned. Words still weren’t possible.
“I watched the whole time.”
She pressed his erection flat against his abs, tracing her thumb back and forth against the sensitive ridge. His breath hissed out. He’d always thought being caught would be humiliating. A nightmarish combination of shame and explanations. Jessica shifted so she was straddling his thigh. Her hips gyrated, rubbing her wetness against him. His throat was so parched his voice rasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want you to get mad or feel embarrassed.”
Fair enough. “How did you feel?”
A sly smile lifted one side of her lovely mouth. “Excited.”Her hips made another enticing circle against his leg.
“How excited?” He pressed his thigh harder against her crotch, loving the sensation of her grinding on his bare skin.
Soft lips skimmed his collarbone sending a shiver up his spine as her hand kept its leisurely pace along the underside of his cock. Her silence intrigued him.
Pulling back to try to look her in the eyes, he repeated the question. “How turned on?”
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. “On a scale of one to ten?”
“Sure.”
“Twelve.”
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