The only thing worse than a food addict falling for a chef is a food addict falling for a chef with a sex addiction. And yet somehow that's exactly what I've done. With his tall, fit body, mischievous smile, and sexy Australian accent, Liam is double-chocolate gelato: a sinfully satisfying dish I can't stop craving. He says we're good together, that we can make each other better. But what if he's wrong? What if we're just feeding each other's addiction? What if just one taste of Liam is too much?
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