Naughty Nov. With Dee Carney

When sexy consultant Emory Dawson puts plump executive chef Keira Bronley's job on the chopping block, she's not going to take it lying down. Err…

Obviously, he's never tasted the delights she offered. Or her food either. Now, alone in a kitchen with decadent novelties at their disposal, she'll get him to try both. But can she get Emory to understand that their erotic encounter is not about saving her job, but instead about putting out the fires of desire he's sparked?

With A Cherry On Top is my quickie interracial erotica, about a plump executive chef fighting to keep her job from being axed by an insanely handsome, but rather stiff (no pun intended) consultant-type. Fortunately, when Keira meets Emory, sparks fly.

Excerpt:

His hands shook as he put them on her skin, slowly massaging in the oil, cooling down his insane want. What was it about this woman that turned his normal confidence into hesitant uncertainty? Then again, smoothing over the cups of her ass left his heart pounding as he glided over her delicate skin. So soft. Supple.

All his for now.

He picked up the bottle again, squirting more of the viscous liquid into his palm. This time when he dribbled it onto her back, he let the excess run between her cheeks. Waiting for any protest on her part, he rested his thumbs just above the sexy dip of her lower back. He began to stroke slowly, feeling the tension ease out of her body. The up down motion would be hypnotic, the eventual dips of his thumbs near the dark entrance to her body, intense.

"What are you doing, Emory?" she asked softly.

Heart kicking against his ribs, he stilled. "Any time you want me to stop…"

"No. Just go…slow."

Need and thrill warring within him, he resumed stroking. Touching the lush curves of her body, memorizing the way she felt. Her hushed whimpers grew as he probed, first one searching digit and then two, opening her to him. Readying her.

Tight. Hot. Slick. It would be his absolute pleasure to seat himself in her depths. First, he had other plans.

Emory reached behind him and located the cool ceramic instrument on the opposite table. Thank God for a near photographic memory. It had its uses, especially in a time like this. When he lubricated the end with more vegetable oil, and then pressed it against her entrance, Keira cried out, a soft sound of surprise.

"Shh, baby. Relax for me. Let me in."

WITH A CHERRY ON TOP is available now from Cobblestone Press. http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/cherry.htm

Dee Carney writes erotic romance and erotica, always involving bad boys and kick-ass women. Read about more of her stories by visiting her web site, www.deecarney.com