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shoes off her feet and throw them out the window. “You start with the sugared strawberry purée.  Then you mix in the passion fruit extract.” Belinda scooped up the strawberries and drizzled the extract into the mix.  “Would you like to try?”
    Immediately, Pierre placed his hand over Belinda’s and guided her to swirl the spoon in the fruit mêlée.  Boldly, he cushioned his hard body against the softness of her generous curves.
    “I’m not sure what kind of spoon s we’re talking about right now,” Belinda whispered on a breathless note.
    The man was spooning her standing up, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the intimate position would feel like…horiz ontally.  Sensing the closeness was an artful move on Pierre’s part, she inched closer to the mixing bowl and broke the contact between them.
    Without warning, Pierre dipped a finger into the fragrant mix and held it above Belinda’s mouth.  She knew he was inviting her to lick the fruit off his finger.  But she stood immobilized, the spoon dropping messily into the bowl and spraying strawberry juice in her eyes.
    “Easy there,” Pierre chuckled.  “Taste it.” He would not move his finger away from her mouth.
    Unable to resist, she parted her lips and wrapped them around his finger, almost choking on the sweetness of the juice.
    “ Bon .” He laughed softly.  “It’s like yesterday when I met you with that jelly all over your face.”
    “Don’t remind me,” Belinda groaned , mortified.  “I think I needed a bib.”
    “ Oh no, I like it---very much.  I would like to see your whole body covered in these sweets,” he said daringly.
    Belinda felt that he had crossed a line now, and she was not ready to traverse it with him.  Stepping away from him and wiping her lips on her apron, she gave him a disapproving look.  He stared back at her impudently.
    “Is something wrong with a little flirtation between two people who are attracted to each other?” Pierre asked with feigned innocence.
    “No, but it was more than a lit tle flirtation, and you know it,” Belinda said frankly.
    “Sorry.” He shrugged.  “Now, don’t interrupt my baking lesson.  Teach me how to put it all together.”
    In that moment, Belinda did not know what came over her, but she impulsively twined her arms around Pierre’s neck and stood on her toes a breath away from his face.  Instantly, Pierre swooped down to capture her lips in a sugary kiss laced with remnants of the wine they had sipped at dinner.  He toyed playfully with the strings on her apron but did not untie them.  Instead, he drew her lush curves into the plank of his torso and groaned as she melted submissively against him.
    Her lips were juicy and pliant, and he took prime advantage of her sudden submission by initiating a foray into the sweeter recesses of her mouth.  Belinda reciprocated the kiss with long-buried passion and an excitement she had not felt since before her marriage.  Here, in her chocolaterie , deep inside a spring night on the French Riviera, Belinda experienced the most powerfully stimulating kiss of her life.  She did not protest when Pierre lifted her and placed her effortlessly onto the messy counter.
    Jars of sugar and bottles of vanil la extract crashed to the floor as Pierre aggressively slid on top of Belinda.  She moaned with the incredible feeling, having all but forgotten how wonderful the weight of a strong man could feel on top of her.  Returning Pierre’s aggression, Belinda shoved her hands into his wavy dark hair and took a nip at his upper lip.
    “This is much better than my cooking classes in New York,” Pierre whispered into her ear before returning his mouth to fuse with hers.
    As the kiss deepened, Belinda slipped into an altered state of consciousness, unable to think clearly.  Reality was muddled as she allowed Pierre to feast on her mouth like a royal banquet.  But in the back of her mind, a nagging thought stabbed at her.  Tomorrow