Charly's Chocolate Factory
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by Celia Kyle, Lizzie Lynn Lee
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
Description: Charlene owns Charly's Chocolate Factory where she produces premier sexual favors in all kinds of chocolate flavors. She loves her small chocolate shop and business is booming, if only she had a little somethin' somethin' to share her life with... Linc manages the Dewitt building for the owners and has been charged with his most distasteful task yet. Get Charly's Chocolate Factory out or just plain get out. And it's not just the chocolate that he loves at the shop, but the chocolate flavored beauty that runs the store as well. The attraction is undeniable. Especially one night when he wanders into the store to find Charlene elbow-deep in chocolate, the sweet flavors blending and coating her luscious skin. He just can't wait to lick it off. Lick it all off.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [54 KB]
Reading time: 30-42 min.
Linc had been avoiding his visit to Charly's Chocolate Factory for three days, five hours and thirty-seven minutes. No, he glanced at his watch, make that thirty-eight minutes.
Standing outside the shop, he glared at the displays of Luscious Lips, lip-shaped confections, and Cherry Berries, nipple-shaped chocolate-covered cherries, all of which had been deemed inappropriate by the building's new owners. Every item in Charly's was somehow lewd, crude and sensually delicious.
He didn't know from personal experience, of course, but all of the women in the office raved about her Peanut Penises, peanut sprinkled penis shaped candies... the peanuts, naturally, outlining the, ahem, head area. He wasn't a prude. Truly. But he usually preferred his bedroom toys to stay in the bedroom, where they belonged.
Well, there was no way around it. Charly, in all her confectioner's glory, was headed for the streets. No lease renewal, no extension, nothing. At the end of the month, she was getting the boot.
With a sigh, he tugged at the front door, the bell ringing at his entrance. A young man was wiping down the tables while a woman counted down the till at the counter. "Uh, sorry, sir, but we're closed." The young man sounded unsure, tentative, as if Linc would rip his head off for speaking.
He didn't look that scary, did he? He admitted that his size worked to intimidate some, but he'd never tried to strong arm anyone. "I'm looking for Charly. It's a personal matter."
"Oh." The man blushed. "Charly's in the back, working on tomorrow's orders. Go ahead, back there."
With a nod, Linc did as instructed, weaving his way around the tables and upended chairs while heading toward the sign that read "Employees Only." Once behind the curtain that cordoned off the bakery from the customer's area, Linc froze.
Back there, hiding behind the curtain, was a woman of amazing beauty. She had shoulder length black hair done up in teeny tiny braids. Her skin was the color of smooth milk chocolate. From the side he could see her light brown eyes sparkling as she mixed up a batch of some sort of chocolate confection, the mixture almost matching her skin. Her nose was pert, tipped up at the end, and her lips were the color of ripe berries, full and luscious and infinitely kissable.
Linc's gaze traveled further south, admiring the generous swell of her breasts, the tucked in line of her waist and the flare of her hips as she turned away from him. Her bottom was round and plump, perfect for grabbing and pounding into. Just plain perfect. Everything about her screamed "fuck me, hard and fast," yet at the same time, whispered "be gentle." He couldn't decide how he wanted her first.
His cock throbbed and ached in his four-hundred-dollar slacks, letting him know just how much he wanted this black beauty. He wanted, no, needed, her more than his next breath, needed her like he needed life. He remained still, watching as she poured ingredient after ingredient into the large double boiler on the enormous stove, mixing something that smelled heavenly and probably tasted even better. She dipped her finger into the mixture and licked off the chocolate that coated the tip. How he wanted to be that finger, that chocolate, anything to get into her mouth and relish the taste of her sweetness. She had to taste sweet and sultry and exotic. No woman could look as luscious as she did without tasting like chocolate and sunshine.
Her hips swayed to the beat of her song, moving to the music she created. His cock ached, wanted him to sidle up to her, scoot behind and grind his dick against her voluptuous ass. He belonged there, with her, next to her, by her side.
Never had he felt such a punch of lust in his gut -- like he just had to sink inside a woman, this woman, right now. There was something about her, something that made him primal and wanting and protective all at once. He wondered if there was something going on between this woman and that young man out in the eatery. Didn't matter. She'd be his before the night ended. And considering that it was already after eleven, he needed to get a move on.
He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?"
She squeaked and dropped her spoon into the chocolate she'd been mixing. "Shit. Just one sec."
He heard footsteps behind him and he turned his attention to the young woman shoving the curtain aside. "Night, Charly. See ya tomorrow."
Charly. Of course. The woman he had to have, at any cost, was Charly, owner of Charly's Chocolate Factory. And he'd been ordered to evict her.
Well, fuck me.
"You okay with Mr. --"
"Lincoln Robinson." He held his hand out to Charly and she took it in a firm grasp, shaking it like she meant it. Their first touch sent shudders of pleasure down his spine, sparking his interest even further than before. Yup, he wanted her. Bad.