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that would be placed in front of the blindfolded contestants and presented as the Cori Brown dish that they had to replicate, using the three main components of the meal.
    While the contestants were sequestered off stage, I stood in front of the camera. Gina, my hairstylist, was nearby and armed with a container of hairspray and other tools of her trade, watching like a hawk for an errant strand of hair. In the midst of preparing the dish, I spoke about the importance of pan-searing the ribs before putting them on the grill. For the sake of ratings, I angled a warm smile toward the cameras as I fondly recalled how this particular dish had become my husband’s favorite back when he was playing college football.
    â€œAnd it’s still his favorite meal,” I added with a wink that told the female viewers that my recipes would help them get a man like Maverick or assist them in keeping the one they had.
    â€œCut!” the director yelled. “That was perfect, Cori.”
    Though all I’d done was chopped vegetables and rubbed seasoning on meat, I was relieved the cooking segment was over for me. The area I’d worked in would be cleared and a beautifully plated, completed dish of potato salad, grilled ribs, and garlic green beanswould be brought out from the kitchen that was hidden behind the scenes.
    I ripped off the mustard-colored apron with the swirly “C” in the center. I didn’t have to be present for the next segment where the contestants tried to duplicate my dishes.
    There would be a two-hour wait before it was time for me to return to the set, joining two judges who would help me decide who stayed and who got the boot. Even though I would only ingest a tiny portion of the soul food, I dreaded having to taste any amount of the gruel the contestants had thrown together.
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    After an exhausting thirteen-hour day, I looked forward to crawling into bed and snuggling against Maverick’s hard, masculine form. Being close to him, even when he was asleep, would be such a comfort after the long day I had. Hell, I needed to do more than cuddle up. I was stressed the fuck out and the relief I needed could only be achieved from a hard dick, plowing into me vigorously.
    When I arrived home, the lights were dim in the hallway and living room. Our bedroom was pitch-black and I could hear Maverick snoring as I made my way inside. Slipping out of my heels, my feet sank into the soft carpet and I released a sigh. Home, sweet home! As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I gazed at Maverick’s silhouette. My big, brawny husband was curled beneath the covers in a deep sleep, but not for long.
    A soothing shower was what I needed to get the burst of energy that was necessary to play the role of aggressor in bed.
    Maverick usually initiated sex, but tonight I had to atone for the sin of going behind his back and firing Tamara. Tonight I’d have to put on a hell of a performance. Suck his dick down to the hilt. Lather up his balls with my tongue. Pinch his nipples while ridinghim. Talk extra dirty in his ear, making sure to include at least one of the filthy fantasies that always prompted him to go crazy and completely ravage my insides.
    I hated it when Maverick was upset with me, and so tonight, I would do whatever it took to get back on his good side, even take it in the ass if that was what he wanted, even though anal sex was something I did not find particularly pleasurable.
    In the shower, warm water sprayed my body from multiple angles, making me feel pampered and relaxed as it cascaded over my shoulders and ran down my back. In my mind, I reviewed the day. The best part had been sending that annoying Texas cheerleader packing. Judging by the disbelief in her eyes, she wasn’t accustomed to being rejected. Later, when the cameramen and the rest of the crew were packing up their gear, I noticed Josh engaging her in a secret exchange. I assumed he was comforting