Bobbing for Peaches E-Book

Giselle Renarde

• Herausgeber: Giselle Renarde
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Bobbing for Peaches

Leseprobe

Bobbing for Peaches© 2016 by Giselle Renarde

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First Edition 2016

Previously published by Xcite.

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Bobbing for Peaches

Lesbian Erotica

By

Giselle Renarde

“I made…something…”

“You made…something…?”

The sight of Melanie with a spatula made Jocelyn cringe. With Melly in the kitchen, it was a wonder the fire alarm wasn’t blaring.

“What kind of something did you make?” Jocelyn asked, with palpable trepidation.

“I don’t know exactly.” Melanie turned her back on Jocelyn as she hovered over the glass pot. “It might be a dessert.”

“Give me strength,” Jocelyn sighed. Though, to be fair, the kitchen did smell wonderfully decadent, like cream, warm cinnamon sugar and… “Did you use my Tahitian vanilla?”

“Guess so.” Melly shrugged, glancing over her shoulder. “Why? Is it bad?”

Jocelyn nearly choked. “Is it bad? I paid eighteen dollars for that bottle!”

“Oh.” Melanie sucked the spatula. The shifty look in her eye suggested she was wondering whether or not to say what she was thinking. “I guess I shouldn’t have used so much.”

Sinking into her chair at the breakfast table, Jocelyn let her head fall into her hands. She let out a deep chuckle. What was a little vanilla if it kept Melly occupied?

“Happy day, then?” Jocelyn asked. Her heavy hope stretched to heaven, like a helium balloon lined with river stones. It was the question she always had to ask and never wanted to ask.

Melanie cocked her head in consideration. “Yeah, good day. Not a psycho-dizzy-giddy day, just a good one.”

“Calm?”

“Yeah, exactly,” she replied, nodding more slowly. “Calm.”

Jocelyn closed her eyes and breathed in the soothing aroma of Tahitian vanilla. “So, tell me what you cooked. Smells gorgeous.”

Hopping on the spot, Melanie clapped one hand against the spatula, sending splatters across the cooktop. “I think it’s going to be really good. Probably the best thing I’ve ever made!”

“All right, so what is it already?” Jocelyn traced a finger down Melanie’s back. Lost in some distant land of rain and fog, Melanie didn’t seem to sense the touch. She stared into her creamy creation.

“What did you make, Melly?”

“Oh. Well, you know those peaches in the fridge?”

“They were on their last legs.”