I love it when a man is not only sexy, but sweet. It’s even better when he’s both at the same time.

Excerpt from Ample & Alluring

“Jeez. If I knew you were going to be so bossy I never would have agreed to this.”

Wyatt barked out a laugh. “You definitely don’t like someone telling you what to do.”

“Nope. That’s why I own my own business.”

“Just one more thing to be impressed by. If only you enjoyed cooking, you’d be the perfect woman.”

“Again, what is it with men thinking we all belong in the kitchen?”

“And what it is with women thinking the kitchen is a punishment? I love to cook. I like having someone to cook with. Even if she is a whiny pain in my ass who won’t keep stirring!”

“Sorry!” I said, dragging the spoon along the bottom of the pan.

Wyatt took his shrimp away then dumped another spoonful of liquid in my pan. “Almost done,” he declared. “When that’s absorbed, we can eat.”

I stirred some more, enjoying the savory scents filling my nose with each slide of the spoon through the risotto. It looked good, and I was definitely hungry.

Wyatt came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Is it done?”

“How would I know?”

Wyatt chuckled, kissing the back of my neck. Goosebumps swept over my skin, lighting me up. I swayed into him involuntarily and felt his cock twitch.

“Peyton?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Of course. I just like it when you kiss my neck.”

“Good to know,” he murmured, doing it again.

Wyatt reached around me and turned off the stove. He took the pan from the burner and carried it to the counter on the other side. He scraped the risotto onto a serving dish then topped it with mushrooms he cooked earlier and the shrimp.

Then he turned back to me with a look I was beginning to understand well.

“Forget dinner, Peyton.”

“But I’m hungry,” I protested playfully.

“So am I.”

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