Honey And Spice Book Novels & Stories

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

“I’m not staying here.” “Oh, but you are,” Honey said, all silken tones. “If you want to live through the next week, you sure as hell are.” “Nuh-uh,” Spider said, all defiant and dumb. “I’d rather be fully eviscerated than stay here with that man for five minutes.” “Well, I’m sure that The Fallen Angels will oblige you,” Honey said. “And I’m sure they’ll happily use a rusty spoon to drag your insides outside. Sounds good to you?”

Mj spoke to Casper as if they were old friends before she slowly strode into the kitchen and waited for Honey to turn her attention to the assassin. Honey looked at Mj with an almost exuberant smile, “good morning assassin, I hope you don’t mind I thought it was only right I make breakfast after you offered me such a beautiful room, I promise I will leave it the way I found it,” she explained and before Honey could turn her attention back to the cooking food Mj gently touched her shoulder and offered her a small smile that never quite reached her eyes, “stay as long as you like Honey, no conditions, no rent, just a safe space,” she offered and watched as Honeysuckle’s eyes lit up with gratit

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, and to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

Jade shrieked the second Honey stepped into their small two-bedroom apartment, pulling her into a tight hug. “Long story,” Honey sighed as she pulled away. “Come on, Honey,” Jade pouted. “I said go have fun, not disappear off the face of the earth.” “I know,” Honey yawned. “Things got out of hand. I drank way too much.”She threw herself onto the bed and started kicking off her shoes. “How was it?” Jade asked in a teasing voice, sitting beside her. “Gossip girl,” Honey muttered playfully, rolling her eyes, her cheeks turning pink. “It was fun,” she admitted. “But I’m never trying that again.”

“I fucking love you.” “That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.” “I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”

His fingers pushed my panties aside, stroking my still-sore folds gently. I moaned into his mouth, legs parting wider despite the ache. “Asher…” I gasped. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” He reached for a bottle of honey from the gift basket Maria had left on the counter, part of the welcome setup. With a wicked grin, he drizzled the golden liquid over my chest, watching it trail down between my breasts and lower, over my stomach to my pussy. The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air.

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