"Is that why all the old people are protesting your new facility?" I asked him, biting off a piece of the Airhead candy.
The annoyance was back on Mace's face.
"Ida says you're cock-blocking her," I told Mace. "She wants old Bert to bring his detail-oriented bird-watching self to her bed and make her sing. But he's too distracted to play the peacock, so to speak."
Mace worked his jaw. "I really didn't want to know, frankly, any of that," he said finally. I laughed and ate a bite of duck slider.
I held out my hand to feed him the other half. His lips brushed my fingertips when I placed the bite in his mouth.
"I don't know what I'm going to do if all the senior citizens start picketing in front of my building," Mace said after he swallowed.
"I asked Ida to hold off, and she agreed," I said.
"How did you manage that? She doesn't seem like the type to be dissuaded," he said, eating a French fry.
"I told her I would use the power of pussy to convince you to reconsider."
Mace started coughing.
"Have a drink of this," I told him, handing him my cocktail. He took a swig.
"That isverysweet."
I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, but it tastes so good."
* * *
I could tastethe lingering sweetness later that night as Mace parked the truck in front of the estate house.
"It's good that you drove," I whispered to him in the dark. "I think I'm too drunk."
"You hit those candy cocktails pretty hard," he said. His hand inched up my thigh.
"I had to celebrate," I said, reaching for him.
"Celebrate what?" he asked as he leaned over me. "Burning up my car?"
I giggled. At least I had enough non-drunk brain cells to refrain from blabbing about my terrible decision-making with regards to Anke.
He leaned into me, kissing me. His mouth was warm, and I could taste the lingering spice of the whiskey. I moaned softly as his tongue pushed my lips open. I tangled my hands in his hair as he tipped my head back, his tongue stroking my mouth.
"Dinner and drinks were fun," I said breathlessly when he released my mouth. One of his large hands was on my waist, the other under my skirt, caressing my thigh. I wanted it higher. I pulled him back down by the tie.
"Now I want my dessert," I whispered against his mouth.
"I thought you had enough candy today," he said. One hand moved up to cup my breast and rub at my nipple through the fabric.
I moaned. I could feel his cock through his pants, hard against my thigh.
"I never have too much candy," I told him. "But you didn't have any dessert."
"I'm having it right now," he said as he unbuttoned my shirt.
I whimpered and arched up against him. "My jellybeans are down there."
His hand pushed up under my skirt. I could feel his fingers through the wet fabric of my panties.
"I can't tell if I'm weirded out or turned on by the candy innuendoes," Mace said, kissing my neck and jaw and nipping at my lips.
