She blushed and stuffed a handful of shrimp into her mouth.
“So my mind isn’t the only one in the gutter. Good to know,” I teased.
“I thought this was a wholesome courtship?” she said.
I leaned forward. “I never intended it to be wholesome. Just FYI, it’s all a ruse to get under your skirt.”
30
Sadie
The whiny little girl who wanted her Cinderella moment started to complain that Parker was objectifying her. The sex-starved, grown-ass woman who was finally ready to smash her cherry pie wanted Parker to give a very long, very detailed presentation of just how much he saw her as an object of sexual desire.
“So what unwholesome things do you have planned?” Was this it? Was tonight the night?
“Well…” Parker caught his bottom lip in his teeth. “You said you liked a little sausage in your biscuit. I was planning on obliging; not that it’s going to be a little—it will be a lot. I hope you don’t mind a mouthful of meat.”
I’d never even seen a cock. Did I really want to put one in my mouth? Uh, yes, yes I did. I bet it would be just as perfect as the man sitting in front of me. Still, in my mouth was one thing. I ate extra-large pub burgers on the regular. But playing hide the salami in—er—other places? What if it was too much meat? It would be utterly humiliating. I would have to run away and join a cult.
“Maybe I should have been practicing with those dildos,” I said.
“I don’t think they would be that much help,” Parker said smugly.
I gaped at him. “I don’t know if all that’s going to fit.”
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine. I tasted the strong scotch on his lips. I bit down a slight moan. Parker, unfazed, whispered, “Once I have you exactly where I want you, you’re going to be begging for my cock, and it’s going to slide right in.”
I couldn’t wait. Like literally couldn’t wait. “Check, please!” I signaled to the waitress.
Parker watched me as I boxed up my leftovers.
“See, I didn’t eat the whole thing.”
“Saving room for dessert?” he asked.
“Are you offering yourself?”
“I have it on good authority that I would be quite appetizing covered in chocolate.”
“On whose authority?”
“Ida’s.”
“Geez.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t have food-related fantasies about me.”
“I have only had run-of-the-mill fantasies about you. I haven’t graduated to more kinky ones. That picture of you all greased up and sprawled on that sports car left very little to the imagination.”
“So as part of your new sexual awakening, you want me to fuck you on top of a car. Noted.”
I squawked, “I didn’t say that!”
“Trust me, you’re the blushing virgin now, but after a week of sex in a bed, you’re going to go full sex kitten. We’re going to be doing it outside, in the office, at the grocery store, in a restaurant.”
“We’re not having sex in a restaurant,” I said through gritted teeth, hoping I didn’t look like someone who was talking about sex in public places as the waitress dropped off the check. Parker casually took a metallic black credit card out of his wallet and tossed it onto the tray.
After the waitress was out of earshot, I hissed at Parker, “What makes you think I’d have sex with you in a public place? Anyone could see!”
