“No,” I said, leaning over, pulling her face close. Our tongues tangled and she licked her lips, her entire body trembling. “I give you pleasure.” When she didn’t answer, I pulled her hair a little harder.
“Then give me what I want,” she said. “Take what you want.”
I took her by the hips and slipped inside of her. I hissed out a breath, my eyes closing, my head going light. She was so warm, and I could feel myself stretching her, her body giving in to mine.
“Fuck.” She pushed herself against me, trying to take me even deeper.
We both started to move. She gave as well as she took. I was grunting, she was moaning, and our bodies were slapping. We were both slick with sweat and chocolate.
“I’m about to—”
Before she could come around me, I pulled out, and she whimpered. I turned her around, lifting her body, setting her ass on the counter. I wanted to see her face. I wanted her eyes on mine.
I tilted her hips, burying myself as deep as I could go. She was making incoherent noises. Telling me how good it felt. How she couldn’t hold back. I felt her tightening around me and started to move faster, my head spinning out of control when my balls contracted and I spilled myself inside of her.
“I’m dizzy.” She was trying to catch her breath, and she went to lay back on the counter.
I caught her, laughing in her ear.
“The hunter got his dinner,” she said, a lazy grin on her face. “How did I taste?”
I kissed her lips, and her eyes stayed closed even after it broke. “Like I want more.”
“Insatiable,” she muttered.
I kept her close. Her heart beat against mine, like they were trying to touch through our skin, but we were both coming down. Everything around us quieted. The silence seemed loud.
“Rio?”
“Yeah?”
“My ass is on your aunts’ chocolate counter.”
Laughter barreled out of my mouth. I had no fucking control over it. I kissed her until I sighed and wiped my eyes. “They’re donating this table to a museum tomorrow. They wanted something that has been in the family for years, something that was used to make the chocolate. They wanted chocolate on it.”
She sucked in a breath. “And now it has my ass imprints on it!” She pushed away from me, like she was going to hop down and try to clean it up.
I refused to let her. I locked my arms, keeping her close. “Didn’t you notice the chocolate on it before?”
“No! I was preoccupied. As usual.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I’m charming.”
“More like unbelievably gorgeous and disarming. Grr!” She pushed against my chest and narrowed her eyes against mine. “You think this is funny because it’s not your ass on here!” She lowered her head and hid her face behind her hands. “What have I done? I have soiled a piece of history!”
“I’ve always said your body was worthy of a statue in Rome. Now it’ll be in a museum, but no one will know.”
She mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
I tried not to laugh. “This isn’t actually the table the museum wanted.”
She peeked at me from behind her hands. “What?”
“My aunts are sly. They had this table made to look exactly like the original. But they said it didn’t have the…magic the other one had. So.” I shrugged. “This table is only twenty-five or so years old. They told the museum this is the original—the one they were interested in. A piece of history, no doubt.”
“Twenty-five? That’s still older than me.” She shook her head. “I think we need to try to clean this up. I don’t want my ass imprints to be in a museum, Rio!”
We stilled when voices met us from outside.
