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By: Karen Stivali | Other books by Karen Stivali
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Jul 05, 2013
ISBN # 9781419945298
Word Count: 17,816
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Categories: Romance>Erotic Romance


Decadence by Karen Stivali - Romance>Erotic Romance

A book in the Spice Rack series.
In eight years of marriage, Eric Carlson has never forgotten to kiss his wife Jessica goodbye—until this morning. As Jessica runs her errands, all she can think about is the missing kiss. When Eric calls to tell her he thinks he left the toaster oven on, she rushes home, annoyed and afraid their house may be burning down. Instead of smoke and flames she finds Eric, looking hot and sexy as hell as he prepares fresh waffles.
Eric knows he and Jessica have been drifting apart. He’s bought the hot new product everyone’s talking about—the Spice Rack, guaranteed to spice up your love life. The jar he opens advises them to “Spend a decadent day indulging all your senses.” With the whole day ahead of them, a fridge full of tempting treats and the house to themselves for a change, that’s exactly what Eric intends to do—in the kitchen, on the washing machine, wherever the mood strikes. And Jessica’s got a super-steamy surprise for him too.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From: DECADENCE

Copyright © KAREN STIVALI, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Jessica headed off to load the washing machine because “three kids’ worth of dirty clothes may not be sexy but it’s not gonna wash itself either.”

Just as he shoved the last bit of the leftovers into the cheese drawer the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” he called.

Heading toward the door he saw the College Pro Landscapers truck in the driveway. Adam Grayson, their lawn guy, stood on the doorstep, scribbling on a clipboard. He looked surprised and a little disappointed to see Eric at the door.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Carlson. Just here for the fall cleanup. Anything special you need me to do?”

Eric shook his head. “Just the usual.”

“You got it,” Adam said, making more notes on his paper. “Just look over the checklist and sign at the bottom. I’ll send the bill next week.”

Eric scanned the sheet of paper. He couldn’t help but notice Adam attempting to scan the inside of the house. Probably wondering where Jess was. Eric had seen him talking to Jess before and it was more than obvious the kid had a crush on her. Not that Eric could blame him.

“On second thought, the bushes along the house need some trimming. Especially the ones in the back. The branches are scraping the windows whenever it’s windy.”

“Sure thing. Just check the box next to pruning.” He pointed and Eric ticked the small square before signing the bottom.

“All set.”

“Thanks. You taking the day off work?”

“I am.”

“You sure picked a good day to do it, probably one of the last warm days we’ll have before fall sets in.”

“Yeah, but I’m spending it inside. Wanted to spend a day with my wife.”

Adam’s eyes shot to his, cheeks turning red high on his cheekbones. “Nice. Hope you enjoy it.”

“Don’t worry. We will. You have a good day too, Adam.”

Eric closed the door and walked straight to the laundry room where Jessica was loading the last of the clothes into the washer.

“Lawn guy?” she asked.

“Yep. Poor kid. Seemed pretty bummed that it was me at the door instead of you.”

Jessica giggled. “Yeah, right.”

Eric came up behind her, placing his hands on her small waist. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his crotch. He sighed as he nuzzled the back of her neck. “Can’t say I blame him. I bet it’s one of the highlights of his week to stop here and talk to you.”

“That’s flattering, but kind of silly. There are a lot of hot MILFs in this town but I don’t think I qualify.”

Eric smoothed his hands over the curve of her hips then ran them around to cup her breasts. Both nipples stiffened beneath his palms. “You can’t be serious. Do you really have no idea how sexy you are?”

He felt her shiver as he nibbled her earlobe, his now hard cock still pressed firmly against her shapely butt. “I’m glad you think I’m sexy. But Hottie McLawn Guy is another matter.”

Hottie? He should have known she’d think that. Adam was a good-looking guy in the shy understated way Eric knew appealed to a lot of women. Adorkable was the word they always used. “So he’s hot, is he?”

“A little thin for my taste, but he’s a cute kid.”

He liked hearing her call him a kid even though Adam had to be at least twenty-two. Kid made him seem nonthreatening. Not competition, just some guy who had the same excellent taste in women. “What do you say we make that kid’s day with a little afternoon show?”

Eric’s heart raced as he waited to hear her response.

Jessica froze against him but he continued his caresses. One hand massaged her breast while the other skimmed her belly down to the tempting space between her legs. He pressed the soft cotton of her dress against her mound, rubbing slowly. Her shoulders moved against his chest and he felt her breath hitch. “What do you mean show?”

He tugged at her earlobe with a soft nip before whispering, “I mean, he’s working the backyard. Right outside that window. If he happened to look in he might see us.”

Jessica exhaled and Eric pressed his hand on her belly, drawing her tighter against his cock as he continued rubbing against her. “We can’t do that,” she whispered, but he noticed she didn’t pull away.

“We can do anything we want. This is our house. And it’s our decadent day, remember?” He reached past her, closed the lid to the washer and pulled the knob to start the machine.

Jess moaned and he pushed her gently against the now vibrating machine. “Eric.”

“Yes?” He returned his mouth to her neck, nibbling his way down to her shoulder.

“What if he’s by the window?”

“Then he’s in for a real treat.”


By: Karen Stivali