A Patissier, for Dessert

Warning: This book contains explicit depictions of consensual, raunchy sex between two men, and one particularly thick carrot. Intended for mature audiences only.

This book is part of the Caelum Consortium series of sex-positive steampunk erotica short stories.

Excerpt:

“Stop talking, patissier.” Guillory pushed past Liam and strode into the room, Liam nearly falling into the room as the swinging door gave way behind him. The head chef stood stalk-still as he surveyed the damage to his usually pristine kitchen. Liam waited in breathless silence as he folded his hands together in an effort to prevent them from shaking.
When Guillory did speak, it was in a sharp, low voice that sent terrified shivers down Liam's spine, despite his now rock-hard penis straining against the tight front of his chef's pants.
“You forgot the altitude.” Liam shook as Guillory enunciated each syllable.
“Yes.”
“Yes, 'Sir'.” Guillory corrected, then turned his now-predatory eyes back to Liam. “You forgot the altitude, and then you lied about it.”
“Yes, Sir.” Liam shook, then made the mistake of looking into the head chef's eyes with his own pleading ones. It was all the opening that Guillory needed.