Passion Fruit

Carter ran up and down the grocery store aisles frantically. "Come on, come on, where is it?" He muttered under his breath.

In the fruit aisle he screeched to a halt. Tajin was on a shelf between the pineapples and the mangoes. The magical citrus chili salt was his at last. He laughed and exclaimed “fruit spice!” as he grabbed the largest bottle available.

As he reached for it his hand collided with another's. "Um, if you don't mind, I really need this, restocking my restaurants kitchen, and this is the last big bottle, so..." He stared at her. He had never seen a more beautiful creature in his entire life...

She smiled a seductive smile. “Ohh sir…” she purred, “surely if you let me have this spice than…some spice will come back your way no?” His brain froze from the suggesting look on her face, her slightly parting lips.

Well, Reader, I suppose I could describe the steamy scene initiated by that question. I could go into detail about skin on skin, heat & sweat, moans & sighs & whispered words that culminated in ecstatic cries that shook the windows & woke the neighbors, but I'm out of room. Nuts.