slight pause. “I cooked for you.”
“For me? Mmmmm, can’t wait.” She clenched her eyes at how erotic her mmmm sounded. See you in ten?”
“ Definitely.”
She hung up and pressed the phone to her racing heart. Definitely. The way he’d said it convinced her she was right. This man had some kinky shit going on in the food department. She’d figure out a way to find out for sure tonight.
****
This time when Daniel opened his door, he scanned her body. “Beautiful.” Her heart sledge hammered at the unexpected compliment. He stepped aside. “Come in.”
He was the beautiful one. Blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Fucking edible is what he was. “Mmmm, smells exotic again, what did you do this time?” Five steps in, she turned and found him hulking right behind her. “Oh.” She nearly swayed from his cologne making mad love to her senses.
“What do you have there?” He looked down between them.
“A surprise. For after we eat.”
Ahh, a forced smile. Just what she wasn’t hoping for. “That was sweet of you. I have a surprise for you too after you eat.”
“ If you don’t like my surprise, I’ll let you force feed me Brussels and spank me.” Oh my freaking God, did she really say that?
“You will?” He seemed totally serious on cashing in on that offer. “I can’t believe you don’t like Brussels.”
She swallowed her pulse and held her Tupperware against her chest like a security blanket then croaked, “I can’t believe you do.”
“You haven’t had mine.”
She smiled a little, noticing the way his breathing had become irregular, eyes hooded. She remembered the whole food fetish suspicion and her plans to confirm them. “I’m sooooo hungry.” She did a slow deep breath and let her eyes flutter shut, making sure to sprinkle a little sexy all over her want. When she opened her eyes and saw his excitement, it was official. But just to be extra sure…okay, and maybe to intentionally arouse him, she’d be adding sexual connotations to everything she said around the food from here on out.
“Follow me.”
****
Daniel wasn’t a religious man, but seeing his sweet Sofia intentionally trying to arouse him, made him want to drop to his knees and thank God. Would this woman ever cease to amaze him? He liked his women submissive, but with Sofia, her aggression was more like innocent flirting. Harmless. Nothing he couldn’t handle. She was one of those normal girls doing what they normally did with guys they were interested in going all the way with. Ecstasy. He’d let her take him wherever she wanted with his permission, no problem.
As far as her over dramatizations went, they were cute if not comedic. He led her to a his dining room and pulled out her chair. “You mind if we eat in here?”
She looked around. “Absolutely not. It’s perfect. Kinda sexy.”
Damn, he’d never had such a hard time not looking at a woman’s breasts. That blouse she had on draped over them, allowing him to see their perfect shape. The straps of her bra were clear and he wondered what the rest of it looked like. He left her and retrieved her food then set a plate of gourmet perfection carefully before her. “Enjoy.”
She leaned and gave a good long sniff. “Oh Doc. This smells soooo good .”
He sat at the head of the table next to her , putting his hips under the table so he could stroke his hard cock while she played her sweet erotic game.
She didn’t even seem to notice he wasn’t eating with her, she was so wrapped up in her naughty endeavor. She picked up her fork and focused on her food like she’d found true love. She caressed each item with the prongs, giving off little moans of anticipation that made his cock try and push through his jeans. He teased along his hard length with one finger until his need was wonderfully painful.
She lifted a forkful to her mouth and sniffed before opening wide and slowly taking it in, adding all the sexual pleasure that might come with
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