Novel & Cerita Spicy Fanfic

He liked working with the other editors in the erotica department office, it just wasn’t the same as spending most of his day with his friends. “You know my weakness now,” Darien said. “I can’t eat anything past a mild spicy rating. I just normally pretend the spice isn’t affecting me.” “I have no idea what I’m going to do with this new information,” Zach replied with a laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.”

The waiter arrived and gave them the food menu, Lola Li order for spaghetti dish with roasted chicken , Liam Si was starring at her as she place her order. "Please sir, what may I offer you?" The waiter said "Anything she ordered give the same to me " Liam Si smiled at Lola Li. She looked at him dejectedly and got more angry that he has been smiling all through out the day. The food came, Lola Li ate the food quietly not engaging in any conversation with him, while Liam Si was looking at her as she eats her food. He could not eat the food because it was spicy and he has an allergy for spicy food that was the reason Mrs May was asked to take care of him.

, I look at him lovingly. "Okay", he tries not to blush. But I know he blushes whenever I call him my baby daddy. Guys are so shy to show their blush. "Now, eat and say how it is" "I'm dying to taste it", I tell him. It's looking so tempting. He has noticed my food cravings well. I just yearn to eat sauces and spices and this is the mixture of all my cravings. I take a spoon full of spicy pasta with chips and munch it while looking at him. And a blast of flavours in my mouth.

We started with small talk; work, weather, some show she was binge-watching, and sometimes while we were talking we'll hold eye contact for long, and when we've felt we'd held eye contact for long, we'll both flit our eyes away, a smirk on our faces. I loved watching her talk, and not just to listen, but just to watch her pretty lips move. Every time our hands brushed while reaching for the sugar or the napkins, a spark shot up my arm. After taking the last spoon of the well cooked mashed potatoes and downing it with my favorite coffee, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. “This…was soooo good.” She handed me a napkin to clean my mouth and electricity skittered down my spine as our tips

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

Just our lips touching, feeling, almost loving each other. With a sigh, he rolled over and settled beside me. “I really don’t like spicy things. And, black pepper is a big NO. I can’t handle it.” I wasn’t expecting that. I really wasn’t. Again, my laughter filled the room and he groaned out loud. “I have a feeling that I shouldn’t have told you that.” “You shouldn’t have.” I agreed with him, still smiling like crazy. “Feeling better now?” He asked me, propping himself up on his hand.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

___ Fiercely wiping my tears, I yell, striding to separate the two lovers, ''Spencer! Author's Note From my new Mafia novel coming soon. Tell me what you think in the comment section.

she stammered, heat rushing to her cheeks. Spencer turned to face her, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “You were literally petting me like a golden retriever.” “I was checking for… ticks,” she said flatly, glaring at him. His smirk deepened. “Sure. And I was dreaming of you doing that, so thanks for making it a reality.” “God, you’re insufferable.” “And you’re a terrible liar,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. His voice dipped slightly, teasing yet strangely sincere. “Careful, Monica. Keep staring at me like that, and I might start thinking you like what you see.”

I stared at him, genuinely annoyed by the question. “I could handle spice.” I nudged him and ordered the highest spice level on the menu to show him I could hold my ground, but after a few bites in, I was sitting with my mouth open, my tongue peeking out like it was on fire as my nose ran with water, sweat, and my stomach hot. Fuck! They weren't joking about the spice. Who the fuck eats this? Orion fanned my face and then handed me a warm milk to soothe my tongue.