Campbell is determined
to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, but the
dazzling attorney she meets at a gala proves to be a major distraction
especially when he ends up being her professor in a college class she’s taking
in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that
doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the
vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for
her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she
thought was the love of her life.
In DANCE WITH A
MILLIONAIRE, Campbell and Rod are foodies. They wine and dine at Jean
Georges in New York City and two other
fabulous places in Italy. After that, Campbell cooks Rod a down home
meal complete with collards, cornbread, mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and
apple pie. She throws in grits, too. What’s more Southern than that? Here’s one
of my favorite down-home recipes. Hope you enjoy it.
Jalapeno Cheese Grits
2 cups quick-cooking grits
2 1/2 cups grated extra-sharp Cheddar
1 stick unsalted butter
1 tablespoon hot sauce (recommended: Tabasco)
3 large eggs, well beaten
2 jalapenos, finely diced
1/4 cup canned chopped green chiles
Garlic salt
Directions: Preheat
oven to 350 degrees F. Cook the grits according to the directions on the back of
the package. Remove from the heat and add next 6 ingredients (Cheddar through
chilies). Stir well and season with garlic salt, to taste. Pour into a buttered
9-inch baking dish and bake for 1 hour. Let cool slightly before slicing and
serving.
For a second, the world stopped and her heart melted as he
pressed his chest into hers. His woodsy, clean scent blended with the lemony
smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness
over the past few weeks faded away. Spreading her fingers wide, she slid them
into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his
upper back.
“You’re tense.”
“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The
metal on her earring clanked against his teeth. She let out a low chuckle.
“Me, too.”
“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and
sweet.”
“Then eat me up.”
“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a
firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through the coat.
The satin lining stimulated her nipples further. “Hmm,” she
moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand. Rod granted her
silent request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her
shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched
across his beautiful mouth, his lips full and moist from kissing her.
“Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to
lick a nipple.
She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”
“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola
as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire
thing into this mouth.
His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy
with its nearness. Shifting her weight, she rotated her hips so his dick
touched her clit. She was dying to have his long, hot, velvety dick deep inside
her, stretching her wide. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said,
hoping to hurry him up. He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her
pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of
his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces
then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her
skin. Every nerve ending, every cell seemed attuned to his touch.
She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a
shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. God,
she’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the
word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known
existed. Rod had coaxed a bit out in Italy, but now she felt all her
inhibitions slip away. She wanted to show him that she was as wild and sexy as
his other women.
Her fingers worked in desperate, quick movements to loosen
his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the
material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle
his belt, he stilled her.
“Tell me you’re kidding.”
“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her
and sent papers flying to the floor. Circling his hands around her hips, he
lifted her onto the desk.
Raising her foot to
his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed
her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his massive leather chair. He
did the same with her other leg then, running his hands from her calves to her
knees, he pushed her legs wide. And feasted.
*******
Are you a foodie? What’s your favorite dish?
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