But that was a worry for another time, he thought as he pulled into Nico and Stevie’s driveway.
Stevie’s Bronco was there, but Nico’s truck was noticeably absent.
His thoughts drifted back to last night when he’d come over to find Nico and Stevie on the couch. His heart had skipped a few dozen beats when his brain registered the scene. It was as though they’d plucked the fantasy out of his head.
He found himself smiling as he grabbed the loot in the front seat and carried it to the house.
As soon as he knocked, he heard a voice call out from inside the house, telling him to come in.
At least, that was what he thought she said, so he opened the door and peeked inside. “Stevie?”
“In here,” she announced.
A yip sounded, and a moment later, Jäger rounded the corner, racing toward the front door.
“What’s up, little guy?” he asked the dog as he set his stuff down so he could take off his coat.
Unable to resist, he took a moment to pet Jäger before standing tall and grabbing the gifts. He started toward the kitchen, expecting to smell the aromas of whatever meal Stevie was preparing. Either his olfactory senses were offline, or she wasn’t making anything because he got a whiff of nothing.
When he turned the corner, he came to an abrupt stop. “Holy shit.”
Stevie turned her head and smiled at him. It was forced, he could tell.
“I want you to know that preparing this was not nearly as easy as it looks.”
Stone fumbled to set the flowers and shit on the counter while he continued to stare at the scene literally laid out before him.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, her eyes tracking him as he moved closer.
“Goddamn,” he groaned.
This was one gift he would never forget, not for as long as he lived, and he wasn’t sure what to say or do. Stevie had turned herself into a human dessert, complete with strawberries, bananas, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and, yes, even a cherry or two.
His mouth watered with the need to lick his way through the fruit and sugar to get to the best part, which was the very naked woman underneath.
Thankfully, there was noise at the front of the house, followed by Nico’s voice echoing through the house.
“In here,” Stevie called back, her eyes still on Stone.
A moment later, he felt Nico’s presence as he stopped beside him.
“Jesus.”
“I know, right,” he muttered.
“Seriously?” Stevie huffed. “Y’all choosethismoment to be speechless?”
“Hey, it’s not every day a man comes home to find his woman laid out like a dessert buffet,” Stone said, his gaze still skimming her delectable curves.
“Is italledible?” Nico asked, moving closer.
“Yes,” Stevie answered.
Stone got with the program, moving around to the end of the island so he could admire her from a different angle.
“Allof it?” Stone asked, staring at the small pieces of fruit that were piled high, adding what he assumed was supposed to be a discreet element to what could only be described as erotic art.
“How exactly did you do this?” Nico asked, voicing the question that was running through Stone’s mind.
