For many people, cooking is an act of love. In Body Politics, Mark is tough, macho man who spanks, but he is quite smitten by the heroine Stephanie Gordon. When she mentions how much she likes crab cakes, he whips up a batch in his kitchen. Of course, that’s not all he whips up in his kitchen…
I used to live on an island in Puget Sound, and every year my husband would go crabbing for Dungenness crab. I developed a recipe for crab cakes, which I used in Body Politics. The recipe is a little lighter (healthier) than many other crab cake recipes. You can use any kind of crab, and the dish works as a main course or an appetizer. “Body Politics Crab Cakes” are featured on Romance Cooks today.
Here’s the scene from Body Politics, in which Mark makes the crab cakes for Stephanie:
Mark stood at the counter, his feet and torso bare, wearing only a pair of pants. She watched as he sliced, then diced the pepper with controlled, expert movements. The chef’s knife appeared small in his strong, sure hands.
Her stomach fluttered. Simple fact: she needed him to spank her again. Once wasn’t enough for her to judge. Should she ask to be paddled or wait until he felt her behavior had earned it?
“You seem pensive,” Mark said. “Everything at work okay?”
How tuned in he was to her emotions. Almost like he could read her mind sometimes. Spank me. Spank me. “Work is fine. The usual chaos.” The communication class had been rescheduled, and she was confident the curriculum was progressing. Of course, she’d been certain before. But Bethany wouldn’t let her down twice.
Mark had presented the perfect lead-in to tell him what she wanted, but, chicken that she was, she couldn’t do it. How did a warrior ask for a spanking?
“What are you cooking?” She watched him peel and chop an onion.
He glanced at her and smiled. “Crab cakes.”
“You remembered what I told you.” She’d mentioned in passing several days ago that she loved crab cakes but hadn’t had them in a while.
“Of course I remembered.” He added the onion to the bowl, cut the lime in half and squeezed it into the mixture, then added a large dollop of mayo. He stirred with a wooden spoon but then set it aside. “Sometimes fingers work best.” He stuck his hand in the bowl.
Stephanie slid off the stool, sidled up to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you. You’re so good to me.” Good for me too.
She hugged him, enjoying the rock hardness of his muscled back against her breasts, the ripples of his abdomen beneath her fingers, his toned ass against her stomach. Before she’d been introduced to spanking, she’d never given much thought to buttocks, her own or men’s. But since then she’d come to appreciate the roundness, the firmness of Mark’s. She shamelessly ogled his backside when he got out of the shower or walked naked around the bedroom.
But she had to admit, the frontal view was her favorite. His cock was a work of art. She loved him in tight jeans; the color faded over his bulge. He always seemed to have one. But then khakis, like he was wearing now, were good too.
Because she could do this. She slipped her hands into his pockets and reached for his penis. “You’re hard!”
“I’m always hard around you. And often when I’m not.”
She stroked his cock through the fabric of his pockets while rubbing her breasts against his broad back. He stilled his hand in the crab-cake mixture.
“Keep working.” She squeezed him. Solid. A hydraulic marvel.
She pulled out of his pockets and tugged at his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” His voice rumbled with suspicion.
She inched down the zipper.
“I can’t touch you.” He held up his right hand, coated with the shellfish mixture.
She grinned. “I know. You’re at my mercy.”
He growled. “Let me wash up.”
Ignoring him, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and briefs. He pressed his hips against the counter to prevent her from pulling them down. She grabbed a fresh wooden spoon from the holder and stung his ass twice. “Behave.”
A delicious, threatening aura descended on the room. “Oh kitten, you so don’t want to do that,” he said quietly.
Her heart hid at the base of her throat, but her pussy moistened even more. “Really?” she said. “I think I do.” She smacked him two more times.
Body Politics Blurb:
Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?