Love me harder

They say that everything that is forbidden tastes better...

Could it be?

Enter and find out...

Past, present and future diverge together in a single environment, bringing out secrets, desires and passions... Filled with flavors and seduction...

A renowned Spanish chef in search of new challenges, professional success, and most of all, to escape from her past. A beautiful woman, decided, full of herself, who chose to close herself to unnecessary feelings, to love, choosing to forget the past and the disillusions that marked her soul with a hot iron... And it is by going in search of her dreams that Aghata may discover that the past can come back to the present and want to be her future, once again.

Intrigue, desires, sensuality and much more much more flavor... Come in and watch the show with the audience of Cooking Bridage, one of the greatest cooking shows in Italy... They are waiting for you...

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That chef was driving me crazy, although we understood each other that day in the garden, the following weeks were like a dog, that woman was the devil himself, provoking me and driving me crazy, she was stirring my whole being in a single look, it all started a week after we talked in the garden and I can say that everything was fine, lunch was served and we finished with many compliments, the day went by too fast with the good interaction in the kitchen.

I look at the clock and it was already past 11:30 and we needed to finish the last dish, I had to go to the pantry to get some ingredients and when I entered I bumped into someone who spoke disconnected words in Spanish, luckily my strong arms held her and my hands held her tight around her waist feeling her warm body touching my skin, I look for the switch to turn on the light and realizing what I would do she said in a hoarse voice.

- Don't turn it on yet. -her voice was embarrassed and I felt that she was trembling.

- Chef, sorry bro, I was getting some ingredients and forgot to turn on the light, but let me fix it. - I try to look for the switch again and I feel her hand stopping mine, I don't understand very well and I tell her. - Chef, I...

- I was looking for something and spilled some things on me and took off my shirt and I'm not presentable for a man, you know?

- Yes and no. - I turn on the light against my will, stimulated by my curiosity and the way she spoke that made my heart race and my body tremble, I seek her eyes, not without first walking through her bare body, a certain malice went through my head and she made me have many thoughts and desires.

- Yo pedi que no... -but she loses the thread, when she looks at me and pulls me touching her shoulders, feeling her shivering with the contact, an electric current went through my whole body, I take off my dolman and shirt, I put the shirt on her and put on the dolman, the Chef ran her intense eyes on my tattoos.

On an impulse I make her face me holding her chin and touching with my fingers slowly her lips, her eyes close for a matter of milliseconds and when she faces me I decipher her look as I bring our lips together and kiss her slowly, kissing Chef may have been a mistake, but it was delicious.

She didn't want to reciprocate, but her lips opened slowly with a moan and I take the opportunity to invade her mouth with my tongue that soon found hers and they caressed each other urgently, it's been months since I felt such a desire to kiss someone, it's been months since I felt the desire to have a woman in my arms and that woman moved me too much, I slowly push her to the wall and pressed her deepening the kiss and slowly biting her lips.

I moved my hands up from her waist until one was on her back and the other on her hair, making her moan as we moved our lips and heads, I felt that I was getting aroused just with the kiss, it was definitely wrong and she was my Chef, in a moment of pure reality return, we parted, her lips reddened, our burning bodies were still trembling, our breaths heavy, I looked her in the eyes and felt that I had crossed the line, I pulled away apologizing.

- Chef Agatha, me... I'm sorry, I crossed all the limits...

- I don't believe what I hear, Henrique...

- I came to pick up some spices and ended up getting involved in something too complicated, I am so sorry for the way I acted.

- You don't have to ask forgiveness for anything, this kiss means nothing, I was needy and you appeared and I reciprocated, then go to the kitchen and finish the dish, let's not touch this subject that should never have occurred, I'm your Chef understood? - I tried to be a gentleman and took it in the ass beautiful, she felt nothing, only neediness.

- I understand well Chef Agatha, excuse me. -I turn around getting the spices and leave in heavy steps to the kitchen, prepare the dish and from this day nothing I did pleased her, or was past or was missing something, it seemed she wanted to punish me somehow and she was getting me out of the north with a phrase that she always charged me more than the others.

- Henry doesn't have any juiciness on his plate! -that sentence was a daily one. - The food lacks flavor... -complaint after complaint, there was always something missing, although it was good and some of the other cooks' dishes were worse than mine, and I was always the one to blame.

I think it was a bit exaggerated, her treating me like that because of a damn kiss, but that night after all the success of the dinner, she took me out to be the worst person on the face of the earth, when one of the newcomers stumbled on the tables and made a mess, I went there, did my role, apologized and out of nowhere while I was doing it the Chef arrived and saw all that.