Seduced by Chocolate by Celia Kyle, Lizzie Lynn Lee Page A

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.
    *
    “From?” She didn’t know this guy from Adam, but damn if he didn’t make her pussy clench and grow heavy with desire.
    He was tall, taller than her by at least six inches, which said a lot considering she was five ten. And just a hint of tan covered his skin. What she could see of it. He wore a tailored suit like it’d been built around him, and expensive from what she could tell. His hair was cut a little long on top and short on the sides, just long enough for her to tug on while his head was buried between her thighs. His eyes captivated her. They were as green as grass and sparkling with a desire she’d hardly ever seen before. Not when she looked as she did. With her thick thighs, big ass and even bigger breasts, she wasn’t anyone’s image of perfection by any means. Yet this guy looked at her…
    His nose had been broken at some point, a little crooked and listing to the left a tiny bit. A five o’clock shadow covered his face, and his lips… They were those full, kissable lips that some men had without looking like a woman. Yeah, she could feast on that mouth. She was such a kisser—loved locking lips and necking with a man for hours on end. It always ended up with a decent case of beard burn, but it was worth it. Cuddling and kissing were her favorite things ever.
    “Wagner and Sons, the new management firm.” He smiled and she was nearly knocked off her feet with the way a simple turn of his lips could brighten someone’s face so much.
    “Yeah, Bobby, I’m fine.” She waved away her assistant and watched as she dropped the curtain back into place. Within moments the soft clicking of the locks on the front door echoed through the quiet shop, letting her know that she and Lincoln were now alone.
    He brought her hand to his lips, brushing his mouth across the back of her hand. “Call me Linc.”
    “Charlene. My dad was Charly and it’s sort of stuck, but I prefer…” She was having trouble breathing with his mouth still brushing kisses on her hand. He flipped it over and nibbled on the pad of her thumb, laving the tiny prickle of pain away. “Charlene.” She gasped at his brazen behavior, her knees going weak.
    “Charlene. It rolls off the tongue like that sweet chocolate you have simmering, I imagine.”
    Oh. Oh, he had some sweet words, didn’t he? And she was falling for every one.
    “A taste?” She gestured toward the simmering chocolate, the filling for some new truffles she was creating.
    “Absolutely.” His eyes seemed to darken to a deep sea green. His voice sounded seductive, suggestive, as if he wanted to taste something else.
    No, he couldn’t. Not me. Could he?
    Linc kept hold of her hand, twining their fingers together, and she found she didn’t mind. Even if this were only for one night, she wanted what he had to give, would take what she desired without hesitation as long as he was willing.
    She flicked her attention to the juncture of his thighs and admired the large bulge that appeared to be fighting a losing battle with his slacks. So, he was a bit interested