“True, but I’ve never heard of anyone making them Black. How would you switch up the croissants?”
“I’d call itpain au patate douce.”
“That sounds fancy, but I don’t know French.”
“Sweet potato croissants. I’d make a caramel sauce and mini marshmallows for presentation.”
“Damn. That sounds good. When can you make them for me?”
I shrugged. “I need to get my life together, so maybe once I get settled. Oh shit! He burned his chocolate sauce. He has to throw it out and start over. He’ll run out of time for sure.”
My focus went back to the show, but I could feel Kenzo’s gaze on me. The only reason I was able to ignore him was because I really wanted to see who’d win this challenge. Eventually, his eyes returned to the TV, but every few minutes, he’d look back at me.
“Ha! I told you he wouldn’t win,” I shouted as I clapped my hands.
“After watching that, I feel like eating something sweet.”
“You want to order something from room service?”
I pushed the comforter from my legs, and as I was about to swing my legs around to the edge of the bed, I felt a hand on my thigh. My eyes landed on his hand, then moved up to his face.
“Room service doesn’t have what I want.”
The tone of his voice and the intensity of his gaze made my nipples hard and my pussy purr.Lord, what is happening?
“Umm, what do you want?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
His hand slowly moved up my thigh, stopping at the hem of my shirt.
“I want to taste your pussy.”
My breath hitched at his confession. Cole didn’t eat pussy, so the thought of Kenzo’s mouth on my most sacred place caused me to shiver because it had been years since I’d had the pleasure.
“Kenzo, I, umm…”
“She’s purring at the sound of my voice.”
“I . . . whew,” was all I could manage.
“I can hear her. She’s begging me to swipe my tongue from your clit to your asshole.”
I swallowed, then inhaled and exhaled slowly with measured breaths.
“Kenzo…”
“I want to hear you say my name while my face is buried between your thighs and covered in your essence.”
I nodded as if I were hypnotized because the thought of him acting out his words had the crotch of my shorts wet.
“Talk to me like that pussy talking, baby. I can hear her loud and clear, and permission has been granted, but I need to hear you tell me I can taste you.”
“Yes, please.”
I could barely get the words out before he’d slipped his hands underneath my shirt and grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my lower body so he could pull them down and over my hips.
I’d only managed to get one leg out of them before I felt his tongue swipe my center, and my goodness, I was immediately catapulted to heaven. He wrapped his arms around my upper thighs and pulled me into his face.
“Shit, Kenzo!”
