One of London’s up-and-coming chefs, Eddie Tripp has just the right recipe to drive tragedy from the mind of Gideon Kent—and leave him senseless with desire.
THE MEN OF LONDON
From Soho to Norwich, there’s no escaping love.
A TASTE OF FOREVER
An award-winning chef with his own restaurant and an inexhaustible passion, Gideon Kent once had everything. Then came tragedy. It stole more than Gideon’s home. He hasn’t cooked since.
Until Eddie Tripp. Fun-loving and vivacious, the Norfolk redhead’s a real up-and-comer in Gideon’s kitchen—and other places. Slim where Gideon’s broad, easy-going where Gideon is growly, he and Gideon seem polar opposites, and yet Eddie conjures flavors that would tempt anyone with a taste for perfection. The sauce of love is already simmering, and this pair is about to dine on the most delicious dish they’ve ever prepared. Because Eddie’s been Gideon’s missing ingredient all along.
Eddie could only nod fervently as he felt Gideon tense, his strong thighs tightening as he pushed Eddie’s legs further apart to drive deeper and Eddie thought he might split in two as pleasurable as it was. The sound of Gideon’s husky ‘Come for me,” sent an eight-point-zero sized earthquake tremor through Eddie’s body. He cried out as his hand gave one last hearty pull on his aching hard-on and he released warm spunk onto the covers below him. Gideon gave a strangled cry and pulsed inside him, the warmth of semen coating Eddie’s arse and thighs then Gideon collapsed on top of him, flattening him, still deep inside his now aching channel. He turned his face to find Gideon’s mouth, hot, needy lips that sucked the life out of him and tried to choke him with a desperate tongue.
Eddie kissed back, wanting nothing more than this moment, this man in his body and his lips on his. Somewhere a bell rang and for a minute Eddie thought it might be the sound of his own passion translated to tinkling sleigh bells and fireworks like in the cartoon movies when two people kissed. He smiled at that thought then as the bell got more insistent and irritating, he turned to Gideon only to find he was no longer there. Eddie scowled and reached across to where the annoying bell sound was….
He woke from his dream upright, sweating, sticky with come and tangled in musty smelling sheets that had seen their fair share of jack off action lately and needed washing. His hand rested on his mobile phone as it trilled incessantly with his Big Ben alarm. He blinked owlishly for a minute, wondering where he was, then as the dream faded, he fell back in a loose heap with a sense of loss.