Late Night Kisses: A Steamy Winter Novella

Late Night Kisses: A Steamy Winter Novella

The Official Recipe for Nathan Benson: 

2 glasses presumptuousness 

1 mouth that is far hotter when it's closed 

1 enormous inner self that can't fit in the damn blender 

1 BIG, HARD co- - Well, you get the image... 

As a baked good culinary specialist, I can tell precisely what a man is made existing apart from everything else he strolls through my shop's pearly glass entryways. 

Along these lines, the minute Nathan Benson appeared over 30 minutes late to our arranged meet up (with no clarification), got the look of each lady in the cafe with his undies liquefying grin, and stated, "I for one don't figure we should squander any a greater amount within recent memory staying here talking," after just five minutes of discussion, I realized he was one of the rudest mixtures at any point made. 

I additionally knew there was no chance to get in damnation I would see him once more. 

Or on the other hand, so I thought. 

Days after I surrendered him on our first date, he followed me down with a serious method to motivate me to consent to a second one. (What's more, a third, and a fourth.) I swear if not for the way that I was being coerced by the hottest man I've at any point met, I would've revealed him to the specialists quite a while back. 

Of course, waiting for a couple recently night kisses (and perhaps more) from his mouth of flawlessness may not be a total formula for debacle all things considered...