Love'n The Kitchen Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

He closed the door behind me and his hand brushed my lower back guiding me toward the open kitchen. The touch sent heat straight down my spine and made my pussy twitch. “I do more than cook for clients. Come see.” His palm stayed there firm and warm fingers spread a little like he wanted to feel more of me. I followed him trying to play it cool but my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress. The kitchen was all stainless steel and dark counters. Pots simmered on the stove and Kieran moved like he owned every inch of it. He stirred a thick red sauce then dipped a spoon in and held it out to me. “Open up. Tell me what you think.”

"Thank you," Loveth and Nora both said to Nova. "You're all welcome," Nova responded. They sat on the bench and ate their jollof rice with beef in silence. Afterward, they tidied the kitchen while Loveth stood up to wash the dirty dishes. Later, Loveth walked out of the exquisite modern kitchen to the living room and met the young master seated at the dining table, still eating with his mother and fiancée. Their eyes met as she stepped out.

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He got to the really large and very well garnished kitchen but met nothing, or so he thought at first. A second and closer look at the brilliantly sparkly light blue tiles revealed a very small piece of glass but that, still meant nothing. After all, the cleaners might have been lazy with their work. Now, that seemed logical and Sal was about dragging himself up to his room for a nap when his eyes caught a small image burrowed in a dark corner of the golden brown countertop. Wait, what? It was a small body, sitting on the blue tiles, enveloped in himself with slender arms wrapped round his tiny legs and golden brown hair falling over his bowed face. He was resting with his fully weight on th

She couldn’t wait. Getting a little too excited at the thought of her with Sinclair, she followed him into the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand. “I love your kitchen,” she said, all of a sudden appreciating how the granite countertops and grey walls went well with the stainless-steel appliances. It was her dream kitchen after all. Sinclair gave her a look, his blue eyes glaring. “I decorated the entire place myself.” He took several steps toward her, closing the distance between them and pressing her against the countertop.

A kitchen that could only be described as a battlefield. She loved it.

"Kto-to khadit za oknom, I stuchitsya v dveri." The person in the kitchen continued humming and the more she listens, the clearer the scenes on her mind are becoming. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kathleen swallowed. She wanted to check him, but she's too scared to what she might see. Her breaths became crucial; she knows, by far, she'd be in trouble if she doesn't act soon. "Love?" She gasped when he spoke. This time, his voice had gone low and husky. "Love, can you taste this for me, please?"

He was already trying hard enough to be a good husband, the least she could do was to be a good wife to him too. And her love language was.... well... cooking. “Okay, Kourtney, you can do this,” she whispered to herself as she stepped out of her car. Tonight, she wanted to surprise him with dinner that would thrill his taste buds just as he thrilled her heart. Although they had dozens of servants at Serenity Villa, Kourtney preferred to do her own shopping anytime she wanted to cook up a meal spread. She mentally went through the list of things she wanted to buy— fresh vegetables, including carrots, crisp bell peppers, ripe tomatoes, fragrant herbs, and other special ingredients were a must.

“Yes, Lira, you know that’s my favourite food right, let's go to the kitchen please” Lira giggled and led the way out of the room, turning slightly at the door to give Damian a playful, seductive look. Damian smiled, and Lira and Eloise walked fully out of the room, closing the door behind them. **** Soon, they got to the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious and luxurious. White marble countertops gleamed under the sunlight, and the cabinets were polished dark wood. A large island stood in the center with golden handles on every drawer. The fridge hummed quietly, with its stainless steel surface reflecting the light.