“You’re not gonna get anything?” she asked.
She seemed to have serious concerns about my lack of interest in the dessert.
“I’m full from that cake,” I explained.
“Oh yeah. Almost forgot about the cake. But I had some of that, too. I don’t understand how anyone could refuse strawberries and chocolate. I don’t care how full you are.”
I shrugged. Refusingherwas a lot harder than the damn strawberries.
We found a table and sat down. Then things took a turn I wasn’t sure I’d recover from.
Doris-Delores looked straight at me as she dipped a strawberry into the chocolate sauce. A moment after she sank her teeth into it, chocolate dripped down her chest into her cleavage. I might have thought it was accidental were it not for the mischievous grin on her face.
Blatant torture at its finest.
“You think you’re funny, huh?”
“Whoopsie.” She laughed.
My lips tingled. There was nothing I wanted more than to lick it off her, and I wasn’t sure what that said about me. But I was pretty sure the definition of hell waswatching that chocolate drip down her skin andnotbeing able to lick it off. My mouth watered as my pants grew tighter. The longer I spent with her, the less I could trust myself. Yet the guilt over my weakness was also starting to wane in favor of allowing myself to appreciate her company and see where this went.
I knew where itwouldn’tgo: my bed. I’d already made up my mind that, come hell or high water, I wasn’t going to sleep with her. But I enjoyed being around her. I could do that, right?
In the spirit ofenjoyment, I reached out my finger. Her eyes went wide.
“May I?” I asked.
She swallowed. “Yeah.”
I swiped the line of chocolate from her cleavage up to her neck and licked my finger. Her eyes followed my movements.
“Wow,” she breathed.
I licked my lips. “What’s that?”
“There might be hope after all.”
I chuckled. “Don’t get too excited.”
She lowered her eyes to my crotch. “You’re tellingmenot to get excited? I feel like the bulge in your pants says differently.”
“The bulge you speak of is the normal state of things. You can’t take credit for it.”
Her eyes filled with excitement. “Well, excuse me.”
She dipped another strawberry into some chocolate, then reached toward my mouth.
I opened and took a bite, catching some of the chocolate with my hand. Her feeding me was erotic as hell, and Iwas delusional if I thought this situation was going to end well. I needed to figure out how to get away from her, but I couldn’t imagine it. She was a dick magnet. Though it wasn’tjustphysical anymore. There were other reasons I was seriously attracted to her. She was funny, charismatic, and refreshingly honest. Well, despite lying about her age and name. Other than that, her honesty was refreshing.
“I’m enjoying your company,” I confessed.
“I’m enjoying yours, too.” She smiled.
“I know I’ve been toeing the line with you, but nothing more can happen beyond just hanging out, okay?”
“You feel the need to announce that for the umpteenth time after you practically licked chocolate off my body?”
“That’s preciselywhyI needed to announce it again. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”
