More questions were coming, and I scanned through some of them.Can you freeze moussaka?If I use regular-sized eggplants, how many will I need?What kind of meat do you prefer?Okay, act professional, Jessie.
“I like beef, but you could use lamb if you want a stronger flavour, or venison, or even lentils if you’d prefer a vegetarian version.Now, the meat we’re using today is pre-ground, but if you buy a steak and grind it yourself, that can be real satisfying.”
Justin’s hot!
Oh my gosh, the abs…
Ridge who?
Is Justin a serial killer?
Heck, the podcasters had found the feed.But my caption was sitting under the comments, and I took the words to heart.
John 3:19-21—This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.Everyone who loves evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed.But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
“No, Justin isn’t a serial killer.But one of his colleagues went missing after she left work last Wednesday, and we’re very worried about her.Just to be clear, Justin is on video leaving the office alone, and I was with him for all except sixteen minutes of Wednesday evening.The police are clutching at straws because they don’t have any other suspects yet.I’m going to post a picture of Amie Carlson in the comments—if you’ve seen her or have any information on her whereabouts, please call the police.Anyhow, back to the moussaka…”
Moussaka was best slow-cooked, but that day, I could have added it to my five-minute meals series.I burned the beef a bit, threw in seasoning haphazardly, and made the world’s lumpiest béchamel sauce.Finally, I shoved the dish into the oven.I hadn’t missed the bulge in Justin’s jeans.It had been there since the stifado comment.
“Done?”he asked.
“I hope I’m about to be.”I leaned closer to the camera.“And that’s a wrap, folks.I’ll answer more questions next time.”The comments were still pouring in.“Maddie wants to know if my next recipe will be inspired by Justin?Well, I’d have to get bigger eggplants.”
He reached past me and stopped the stream, then threw me over his shoulder, fireman-style.
“The oven!The oven!”
“Turn it off.”
I twiddled the knob, and he didn’t break stride as he carried me up the stairs.Shiro looked slightly put out when I told him to stay in the hallway, but we didn’t need an audience for the next part.
“Who knew food could be such an aphrodisiac?”Justin whispered as he nibbled my neck.
“Wait until you see what I can do with chocolate.”
“Does it involve sucking it off my cock?”
“I mean, it could.”
His shirt tore when I pulled it over his head, but he didn’t complain.Hell, I wanted him.I needed him.I’d just live-streamed a freaking cooking show as foreplay, and my panties were soaked.
“Kiss me,” I choked out.
He obliged, pulling me down onto the bed, gripping my hips as I straddled him, my dress bunched up around my waist.His hard length rubbed against my core and sent ripples of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice husky.Not too fat, not too thin, not uptight, not needy or neurotic or irrational.Perfect.The way Justin said it, I almost believed him.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“I need you.”
I fumbled with his belt buckle, then pushed his jeans down far enough that his cock sprang free.Damn, it was…big.More of a butternut squash than an eggplant.I wrapped my hands around the shaft, but he shook his head.
“Condom.”Oh, right.“In the drawer.”
I leaned over to the nightstand and yanked open the drawer, but it was empty.
