Recipe for Sweet Lovin The muted but quick sound of a whisk hitting the sides of a bowl through thick and creamy batter, and the warm smell of vanilla tinged with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon tell me that someone is in the kitchen baking. I slip out of bed into a sheer silken robe, and then head to the kitchen, following the delectable scent wafting down the hallway. You're standing there, shirtless, with the mixing bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other, two cake-shaped silhouettes rising in the oven. You grin at me from behind the kitchen counter as I walk in, then ask if I'd like to join you in a little "baking lesson." Laughing, I grab the bowl of what looks like brownie batter from you, breathing in the simultaneous scents of your sexy aroma and rich dark chocolate. I open the fridge, grab an egg, noticing from the shells that you only added two, not three like the recipe calls for, and crack it over the bowl. It's time to show you how I do things in