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"This is grown-up spicy. It would hurt your mouth." "But we're brave!" Alexander protested, drawing himself up. Ethan nodded in agreement. "We've tried lots of spicy things before. Remember when we tasted that hot sauce in grandma's refrigerator?" I remembered that incident. They'd both spent minutes crying and demanding milk. "Boys, this is different. This isn't just a little bit spicy. This is really, truly, burn-your-tongue-off spicy." "Please, Mama?" Alexander's gray eyes went wide with pleading. "Just one tiny bite? "

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“You know…” Derek said under his breath as he reached for his water, eyes glinting with mock betrayal, “when you said spicy… I wasn’t imagining melting my tongue off.” I laughed, nearly choking on my own bite as I set my taco down, covering my mouth with one hand. The spice was real, molten lava disguised as salsa roja but the burn was worth the look on his face.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

Nikita and I take up our bowls and sit just back from the fire where the older lady works. ‘Oh my goodness.’ She wasn’t joking when she said the food was spicy, My nose instantly starts to run from the liquid fire that works its way down my oesophagus and manage to choke hysterically on nothing. ‘Its hot soup.’ Yolande calls over her shoulder in amusement. ‘I Don’t think blowing it is going to help.’ Nikita laughs and Yolande joins with her loud, abrasive laugh. ‘Hot from the pepper.’ Her eyes stream with tears while mine and Nikita’s stream from the extreme spiciness of the food in our laps. I follow Yolande’s line of vision and notice the huge pile of scotch bonnet peppers on the table in

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

The sensation made me shiver and moan softly. “Easy,” Theo murmured, leaning over me to kiss my chest. “We’re going to take this slow. I want you to enjoy every second.” Two slick fingers returned to my hole, pushing inside with care. I gasped at the stretch, but the burn was already familiar and welcome. He worked me open patiently, scissoring his fingers, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside me until I was writhing and moaning shamelessly. “Fuck— Theo— right there,” I panted, hips rocking back onto his hand.

MASON'S POV "What do you want?" my voice betrayed my caution. Her lips curled into a seductive smile, sending a shiver down my spine. "A taste... a massage bookings with you," she purred, her tone playful yet laced with undertones. I hesitated, unsure of what to make of her request. "Done, I'll come," I agreed, trying to sound casual despite my growing unease. As I turned to leave, Sophia's voice stopped me dead in my tracks. "Not so fast."