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He sounded sincere. But how could it be? No man had ever made me such an outrageous offer. I had half a mind to put up a hand and stop him right there. But wasn’t this what I truly wanted? Or would I rather stay within the safe bounds of the pastry goal lines forever and watch my waistband expand? Alone? God. I could hear my mother’s voice…. You’ll never get married with those eating habits, Violet. No man will ever want you. Besides, bigger women can’t get pregnant very easily .
    As if he could hear my thoughts, he said, “Even if you think some of your hungers are bad…or wrong.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “I assure you they are not. They are perfectly normal.” His arm slid around my back and pulled me close, hip to hip. My sex clenched in anticipation. “All of them.”
    I gasped as his erection pressed against my rapidly heating mound. Being this close to him drove spikes of excitement up and down my core, from my pussy to my brain, making me too stupid to talk. I was glad he kept going.
    “It would give me great pleasure to satisfy your every craving.” He sent me a serious, no-nonsense look that could have made him a damn fine lawyer. “ All of them .”
    All of them? What was he asking me? To let go and…show him all my dirty little secrets? All my kinky and desperate needs? Food and otherwise? The ones no man had ever bothered to satisfy before? I shot him a glance, sucked in a breath, and bit my lip.
    He nodded, as if saying yes. Yes. Yes, yes , and yes .
    A sense of relief flooded me at his words and my muscles untightened as the truth sank in. He wanted to fulfill all of them. Every last need. Every which way my fiendish little mind could imagine to connect, to explore, with another. He’d be there. He’d take it all. Or would he? The shadow of a doubt crossed my mind, and I checked out his eyes searching for the answer.
    He smiled as he touched his lips to mine, and I knew. Yes, he had a healthy appetite, too, and it wasn’t just food he craved. His tongue swept into my mouth and my body electrified. I kissed him back with as much urgency as I knew how to put into a kiss, grasped handfuls of his arms and shoulders, and moaned.
    He pressed me backward until my ass hit the counter as he took the kiss deeper, devouring my mouth. I slipped my hands under his shirt, greedy for skin-to-skin contact, and roamed every bit of flesh I could reach. Our lips glided against each other’s at a pace matching our raspy breaths. Down below, I ached to draw him inside me. “Too many clothes,” I panted out.
    I pushed against his chest until he backed far enough away so my fingers could work the buttons on the chef’s jacket. Once the fabric was out of the way, I ran my hands underneath his tank top and shoved it up and over his head until he stood exposed before me. My eyes feasted on his brawny chest with the dusky pink nipples begging to be sucked, then lower as my hands stroked down his stocky frame and delved beneath his waistband to clutch the smooth globes of his ass. My appetite aroused, I felt brazen. I wanted more. “Back,” I said, guiding his hips so he backed flush against the wall.
    He smiled as he watched my face. I knew my eyes must look hungry and crazed, but if he wanted to see every one of my appetites in their full glory, he’d better get used to it, I decided. It wasn’t as though he was stopping me either.
    At the wall, he pulled me to him with his strong arms and kissed me, then softened his grip and let me take control again. I loved how he handed it back to me without hesitation—this impossibly big man wasn’t afraid to let me have it at all. My eyes closed remembering the cream-filling flavor as I kissed down his chest, licked over a nipple, and then pinched and sucked it until he moaned, and his hand pressed my mouth closer.
    Though I loved I could turn him on this way, I moved lower, licking down the trail of dark hair descending from his chest as I