CELERY, SEX AND OTHER GOOD THINGS FOR THE HEART
Sometimes the most ordinary things in life are best for the heart.
Miranda has kinky tastes and worries that Dan may be all talk and no action. Her attempt to make an ordinary vegetable sexy is test number one. Unbeknownst to her, Dan understands Miranda’s need for control, and he’s willing to do what it takes to show her that surrendering to him is what she really needs.
Count on her interfering family and a surprise visit from her brother and his pet primate to throw a monkey wrench into the works. But in the midst of chaos, sometimes love is the most ordinary thing that is best for the heart.
“A bet?” His eyebrows rose on his forehead.
A pained look crossed her face, and she waved her hands about, wiggling her fingers. “Not really a bet per se... ” Her body slumped in exasperation, and she blew her bangs upward. “I told Missy to get it on with Sam earlier today, and they probably are as we speak, and that makes me kind of... jealous. I want sex, too. And if she isn’t getting any, then I want to be able to rub it in her face that I did and she didn’t.” She gave a wry laugh and raised a hand. “Evil sister here.” Then she headed into the kitchen, raking a hand through her hair as she did.
He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes following the sway of her ass. “That is the most fucked up sibling rivalry shit I’ve ever heard.” He stopped and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe.
“Well, I never said I didn’t have my own issues to work through.” She opened the refrigerator and rummaged around inside. “We’re a weird bunch in my family. You saw that tonight.”
“No shit. Okay, let me get this straight—you’re willing to blow me to—A—make your sister jealous, or—B—brag to her?”
She glanced at him over the top of the fridge door, her expression as though he’d sprouted two heads. “Blowing you? Presumptuous.” Ducking down again, she opened a drawer. “Damn—I need to get groceries. All I have is celery.” She straightened, waving a stalk of celery, the leaves bobbing from side to side.
“Rabbit food?” he questioned.
“Celery is good for the heart, the digestion, and it helps you feel full so you don’t want to snack.” She closed the fridge and took a bite, the crunch echoing in the kitchen. She made a face. “And it tastes like cardboard.”
He chuckled. “Then why do you eat it?”
She rolled her eyes. “I told you I’ve been trying to lose weight, remember? I’ve added more veggies to my diet.”
He grabbed the piece of celery from her hand and tapped her nose with the leaves. “You don’t need to diet. You’re perfect just the way you are.” His gaze roved her curvaceous form, his loins tightening in response. Brushing the celery leaves against her cheek, he stared back into her eyes. “Every sexy inch of you.”
She snatched the vegetable out of his hand. “Celery isn’t sexy. It’s necessary.” A mischievous light sparkled in her eyes. “Or is it?”
His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Come again?”
“Oh, I’d love to come at least once,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh, I want to make you come. More than once.” Cock twitching against the zipper of his pants, he made a grab for the celery, but she waved it out of his reach.
“I can deliver. But first, I want you to know that this means more to me than a one-time roll between the sheets.”
“Who says we’ll be between the sheets?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Stop it. Your self-defense mechanism is showing again.”
She frowned, then sighed. “I haven’t had very good experiences with sex.”
“Or men.” He walked toward her and took hold of her shoulders. “Sometimes it’s because we believe we don’t deserve something that we don’t get it.”
She glared at him. “As a social worker, I hope you’re not suggesting I deserved to be used. Besides, it wasn’t entirely their fault. I didn’t know how to make myself heard.” She pushed him away. “Since when did you become such an expert on my issues?”
“I’m not, and for the record I wasn’t trying to be. But I do happen to know that when you want something different, you have to change the way you do something in order to get it.”
“Oh yeah?” She took up a saucy stance with one hand on hip. “Then share with me one thing you’ve wanted that you had to do something different with yourself in order to get.”