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  Title Page

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  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

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  A Totally Bound Publication

  Honey and Decadence

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-817-3

  ©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2013

  Edited by Rebecca Douglas

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2013 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Melting and a Sexometer of 3.

  This story contains 41 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 7 pages.

  HONEY AND DECADENCE

  Wendi Zwaduk

  All work and no play makes life boring…unless there’s a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it’s all fun.

  Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?

  Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.

  Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?

  Dedication

  I had to do it. Had to write this. You didn’t let me give up. You know who you are.

  JPZ—Honey and Decadence makes me think of you.

  Chapter One

  “A hot fuck with whipped cream.” Roxy cocked her hip, then stared at her co-worker, Gina. “You asked.”

  Gina fumbled with her tray, then placed it on the bar top. “I didn’t think you’d answer me quite so honestly, or so loudly.”

  Roxy grinned and picked up her margarita order. “You asked, I answered.” Served Gina right. Gina lived to drive her crazy. Tonight, she wasn’t going to win. Roxy wound her way across the restaurant and delivered the drink orders. She checked her tables, then headed back to the registers to print up the bills.

  “Hey, Roxy, do you have a moment?” Her boss, Elias McDowell, touched her arm. “I need to talk to you.”

  Roxy grabbed the string of receipts then followed Elias to the kitchen. “I have to deliver these.” She shoved each piece of paper into the proper bill folder. “Elias?”

  Of the two men who ran Delight Tonight, she liked Elias a lot. He always smiled, treated her with dignity and jumped in to help during the supper rush. She liked him, but not like Sean. Sean Malkin, Elias’ partner in the restaurant, made her skin tingle. He rarely spoke and hardly visited the restaurant. When he did show up, he spent all of his time in the office. Most of the servers avoided him. Maybe it was his height or his piercing green eyes. He walked with a swagger and demanded respect wherever he went. Her pussy quivered. Thinking about the cover-model-sexy man ratcheted her heat level up so many notches.

  Elias opened the door to the office, then waved his hand. “Have a seat.” He took the bill folders from her hands. “Monique? Take these to her tables.”

  The newer server nodded to Elias. “I’ll bring them back to you.” She disappeared into the main banquet room, leaving Roxy alone with Elias.

  “With the tips,” he called after Monique then groaned. “New servers. Got to tell them everything. Okay.” Elias ushered her to the leather chairs opposite the desk. “I need you.”

  “Excuse me?” Roxy refused to sit. Elias could come on to the other girls, not her. She wasn’t there to find a date. Hell no. She’d earned her BA in accounting and wanted to do the books for the restaurant instead of being a part of the wait staff. Unfortunately, Elias claimed to have misplaced her application for a promotion.

  “I need you for a party. Sean’s turning thirty-six and I want to do something nice for him.” He opened a bill folder. “This is what I want to do and you’re the perfect server for the job.”

  Roxy stared at the folded piece of paper. Nyotaimori, not accounting, like she’d hoped. Elias wanted food displayed on a human body for the consumers to eat the food directly off the presenter’s skin. So he knew about her part-time job in college. She sighed. He would know about that and not her degree. But if she played along, she’d get a chance to talk to Sean. Seeing Sean made the decision easy. “Okay, but I haven’t done this in a while. Do you want me to be totally still like a mannequin or is this going to be more interactive? And since when did we start serving sushi?”

  “I’m using you as the table, but I’m not using sushi. Sean’s not fond of raw fish. So I thought we could modify it a little and use what he likes.” Elias pocketed the paper. “If I don’t hide this, he’ll know and I want it to be a surprise.”

  “I see. You’re not serving anything hot then, right?” She folded her arms. “What did you have planned?”

  “Wine, fruit, cheeses and a couple other items. Mostly I want you there.” Elias sat on the edge of the desk. “You’re never going to believe this, but he likes you.”

  Roxy collapsed on the closest chair. “He what?” Elias had to be lying. Sean never talked to her other than to hand her a pay cheque. He never smiled or even looked like he wanted to be at the restaurant. And yet, she fantasised about him every time she used her vibrator.

  “Sean’s very”—he bowed his head—“how do I say this…particular. He’s not one of those bizarre, reclusive millionaires. Trust me, neither one of us is rolling in cash, but meeting women isn’t his strong point. He mentioned seeing you outside of work at the Push Club.”

  “He did?” She’d only been to Push twice and neither time had got her off. The guys wanted more than she preferred to give in her BDSM play. Comfort zones weren’t enforced well—at least not on the two nights she’d attended. Had she seen Sean? Only one guy had even acted human and decent. She remembered she’d met him during the masquerade night. He’d worn a mask partially covering his face, leather pants and no shirt. When they’d danced, he’d held her close and murmured things about wanting to cover her in honey and lick every inch of her body. Sean barely spoke to her at work, but maybe he loosened up when he went to the club. She shivered. She remembered seeing him play with one of the subs. He’d embodied raw power and control.

  “I wasn’t there, so don’t ask me.” Elias’ voice ripp
ed her from her thoughts. “Roxy, I want you to do this. I’ll prep the food, you just lie there. I’m kicking in a grand in tips, so you won’t get stiffed.”

  “A grand?”

  “Well, it does require nudity and the whole night devoted to Sean. We’re normally closed on Sundays, so it’s only fair.”

  What could she say? A night alone with Sean and a thousand dollars… One of her wildest dreams come true. A vision of Sean came to mind from the last time she’d seen him at the restaurant. His jeans hugged his muscular legs and accented the bulge between his thighs. The cotton dress shirt highlighted the green in his eyes and oozed power. His scent curled around her and she closed her eyes. The guy smelt like sex and heaven mixed with aftershave. Would he shave or leave a little scruff on his cheeks? She pressed her knees together. Thinking about Sean licking honey, or whatever it was Elias planned, off her body sent a frisson of heat through her veins. Her pussy clenched and she gripped the armrests of the chair. God, she hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself. Playing the role of presentation girl had never turned her on, but having Sean involved changed everything.

  Roxy met Elias’ gaze. “What time do you need me to be here?”

  * * * *

  Sean sat at his desk in his home office and stared at the invitation. Damn Elias. He hadn’t wanted to celebrate his birthday. People turned thirty-six all the time and no one made a big deal. Then again, Elias knew how much he wanted to keep his birthday quiet.

  “A private party,” Sean read out loud. “Probably a stripper or something equally stupid.” A headache grew behind his eyes. He’d been dicked over by enough women in his lifetime to know a one-nighter with a stripper wasn’t going to cut it, but he wasn’t sure he wanted a full-time lover either. Hell, the nights he played at Push didn’t get his rocks off. Except the one night he’d danced with the vixen in the red feathered mask.

  He grinned and closed his eyes. Roxy had thought she could hide behind the red velvet. Not a chance. He’d know that body anywhere. The red satin bustier she’d worn had highlighted two of her best assets—her breasts. His mouth watered. The fishnet stockings had accentuated her statuesque legs. He longed to feel her clenched around him as he drove his cock into her pussy.

  Even as a memory, he knew the feel of her slender body under his hands. That night she’d ground her ass into his groin enough times for him to memorise her curves. He longed to lash her to his St Andrew’s cross and drizzle chocolate on her chest. Would she squeal? Moan? Call him a freak because he liked food play mixed with sex? She’d clutched him tighter when he’d mentioned the honey play. He could only hope and fantasise.

  Then again, he’d actually have to act on his desire for her. He’d instituted the rules against staff dating. Still, he visualised her astride his lap with whipped cream decorating her body. The dark chocolate would complement her pale skin. His cock stiffened behind his zipper. He could almost feel her riding him, her moist heat enveloping him. Sean palmed his cock and groaned. He wanted the real woman, wanted to touch her and taste her.

  In his mind, she smiled and clutched her sticky chest. She bit her bottom lip and her hair slid over her shoulders in tangles. Her deep brown eyes glittered as she slipped into subspace.

  Sean gasped for breath, unzipped, then shoved his pants to the floor. He then wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked. He could see her bouncing on his lap and taste the cream on her skin. She leant forward, taking his mouth in a kiss. The tastes of chocolate, cream and raw desire exploded on his tongue. Her nipples rubbed his chest and kicked his desire up another notch. Fuck, he wished he had her in person, not a daydream. His balls ached and he stroked harder. The flutters low in his belly switched to full electric shocks along his limbs. Jesus.

  “I’m coming,” she panted. “Sean.”

  Fuck yeah. Sean gripped his dick with one hand and massaged his sac with the other. He tilted his head back, opened his eyes and embraced the orgasm. Hot ribbons of cum splattered on his thighs. Good thing he’d been sitting down. He panted and glanced around the room. At least no one was around to hear him this time. He shouldn’t fantasise about a woman he hardly knew, but damn, she got him off every time.

  The shrill ring of his phone ended the post hand job euphoria. “Shit.” Sean pulled the T-shirt up over his shoulders, then mopped up the cum on his hands and legs. He tossed the soiled clothing onto the floor then stood. He knew the ringtone.

  Elias.

  He could wait. Sean hiked his boxers and pants up over his hips, then answered the call. “Malkin.”

  “Hi to you, too,” Elias replied from his end. “I take it you got the invitation.”

  “I did.” Sean sank back onto his chair. He picked up the cream-coloured piece of paper and tapped it on the desk top. “Care to give me a few more details? Like where to go and what time?”

  “That’s why I called. I’d like you to come by the Delight tomorrow night. Eight p.m. sharp. If you’re late, then I’m starting without you.”

  “You do that anyway,” Sean snapped.

  “But I won’t be alone.” Elias didn’t say anything for a heartbeat, as if he wanted his words to sink in with Sean. “It’s a private dinner with all the fixin’s you like and I’ll let you in on a secret. Your server for the night is Roxy.”

  Sean sat tall in his chair. Roxy? His server? Hot damn. “I’ll be there.”

  “Thought you might. Dress casual. It’s not some stuffy dinner like we normally have at Delight. I’m aiming to clog your arteries with all the good stuff. When you get here, go to the private rooms on the second floor.” Before Sean could say anything else, Elias hung up.

  Sean stared at his cell phone. A night with Roxy. He wasn’t keen on breaking the rules, but for Roxy he would. Maybe turning thirty-six wouldn’t be a shitter after all.

  Chapter Two

  Roxy stared at her reflection in the mirror and secured her hair in a bun on the top of her head. The look accentuated her already lanky body. She crinkled her nose. Three hours before when she’d gone through the cleaning regimen for the dinner, she’d felt more confident. This was just another job, nothing else.

  Except Sean was involved.

  She squared her shoulders then headed out of the bathroom on the second floor of Delight Tonight. Elias and Sean barely used the second floor unless they were catering a wedding or private party. Even then, they never used the room marked ‘Office’ as the office. Elias kept the books and computer downstairs off the kitchen.

  “Elias?” She knocked on the door to the quaint room. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Come on in,” came his reply from behind the door.

  She twisted the handle and a shiver of excitement raced through her veins. Only an hour longer and she’d see Sean. Elias shook out a plastic tablecloth then covered the cushioned table.

  “Hey.” He grinned and patted the table. “Climb up. I’ll be right back.”

  She shrugged out of the robe, then stretched out on the plastic. He’d specified she wear black stilettos and red lipstick. Not exactly the attire she normally wore when playing the part of the dinner table, but whatever he wanted she’d do. She stared at the ceiling and measured her breaths. “Get into the zone,” she murmured. “Zone.”

  Every nerve ending sizzled. Her nipples beaded and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t hold still. Damn it. She wished Sean were the one decorating her and wondered what it would feel like to be under his command. A moan escaped her lips and she gritted her teeth together. She remembered the way he carried the whip at Push. Would he use that on her? Her ass tingled. She hadn’t earned a good spanking in a long time. Would he talk dirty to her? Her pussy quivered and she pressed her knees tight together.

  No matter how much she wanted Sean, she had a job to do.

  Behind her head, the door clicked. She continued staring at the ceiling tiles and focused on anything mundane, like puppies, her work schedule for the next week and where she wanted to go shopping for a new
pair of boots.

  “Perfect.” Elias snapped his latex gloves, grabbing her attention. “Not much longer now.”

  She glanced to watch him place thin circles of chilly filo dough over her breasts and her pussy. Sliced strawberries and bananas decorated around her navel in a neat pyramid. Sliced peaches ringed the pile. He arranged dollops of whipped cream on her covered nipples, then added a cherry. A tiny round cake ended up on the dough covering her groin. All in all, the set-up wasn’t nearly as exotic or intricate as she’d expected.

  “And it’s time for me to head out.” Elias wiped his hands and checked his watch. “Thanks for coming through for me. The money’s in my desk downstairs. Ask Sean to open the locked drawer for you.” He winked then walked out of her line of sight.

  She blew out a long breath then closed her eyes. From the other side of the door, she heard Elias again. Singing?

  “Happy birthday, dear Seany boy, happy birthday to you. Now go enjoy your dinner, old man.”

  The doorknob clicked and creaked. Roxy held as still as possible, but her hands trembled. She flattened them on the table and prayed no one would notice.

  “Old man my ass.” A shadow moved to her right, then something else creaked. “Roxy?”

  She knew that voice. Sean. When she’d trained to do Nyotaimori, she’d learnt the art of lying still. Being around Sean made that task damned near impossible. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth to keep from shaking.

  Sean stood beside her and picked up a strawberry, then popped it into his mouth. “Happy birthday to me,” he said between bites.

  Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.