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enter, Jennifer came running out of the kitchen. Fuck. She looked delicious, wearing a dainty little apron over a pair of cropped leggings and barefooted.
    She flung her arms around me and, on her tiptoes, gave me a kiss. “How was your game?” she breathed against my neck.
    “Awesome. I creamed Jay-Z. And guess what, he’s agreed to be our best man.”
    “That’s wonderful. I’m going to ask Gloria to be one of my bridesmaids.”
    “Cool.” With a sniff, I wrinkled my nose. “What smells so good?”
    She smiled seductively. “I have a surprise for you.” My eyes stayed on her as she dipped her hand into the deep pocket of the apron and pulled out a stunning jacquard tie.
    “A new tie?” Jennifer loved to buy me ties.
    “Mmm hmm,” she purred. “I want to put it on you.”
    “But, baby, don’t you think I should put on a dress shirt to get the full effect?”
    “You don’t need to right now.” She stepped back up on her tiptoes, and the next thing I knew, the tie was wrapped around my eyes like a blindfold.
    “Are we going to have some kinky sex?”
    “Maybe. But I’ve got another surprise for you.” She took my hand and led me in the direction of the kitchen. The delicious aroma grew stronger.
    “Sit on the counter,” she ordered when we got there.
    I hoisted myself onto the granite countertop. My imagination was flying. Was she going to suck me off?
    “Open your mouth,” she breathed.
    I did as she asked, and on my next breath, a spoon with hot broth filled my mouth. I swallowed.
    “Jeez, Jen. This is good. It tastes just like—”
    “Your grandma’s matzo ball soup. She taught me how to make it today.”
    “You spent the day with Grandma?”
    “Yes. She’s amazing.”
    I heard a spoon clink against a bowl.
    “Okay, baby, now try one of my matzo balls.” I felt her warm breath against my neck as she blew on the ball. The sexy sound and sensation made my cock twitch.
    “Take a bite and tell me what you think.”
    My lips clamped down on the fluffy ball, and I bit into it.
    “Wow! It’s delicious. As good as Grandma’s.”
    Still blindfolded, I could imagine my tiger’s adorable smile as I swallowed.
    “She taught me the trick to the balls. You have to use club soda.”
    “Soda shmoda,” I mock-mimicked Grandma. “Let me have another taste.”
    “My turn.”
    In my mind’s eye, I could see her lips going down on the tender ball. Circling around it. Taking it into her mouth. My pulse sped up, and my own balls tightened as my cock strained against my jeans. What was it with matzo balls and Jen that turned me on every fucking time?
    “Are there any other tricks to the balls?”
    “Uh-huh. There’s an art to rolling them.”
    Seriously? My cock was going stir crazy.
    As if she read my mind, she yanked down my fly. Commando, Mr. Burns came flying out. She curled her fingers around my enormous erection, and getting down on her knees, began stroking it, hard just the way I liked it. Then, without stopping her hand action, she flicked her tongue along my smooth sack of balls, hitting a spot on the bottom that made me want to jump out of my skin. Holy shit! And if I wasn’t already on my way to heaven, she wrapped her soft lips around them, rolling them around in her hot, hungry mouth, one big ball at a time. An insufferable electrical current spread from my head to my toes, the blindfold heightening every spark I was feeling. Squirming on the counter, I fisted her hair.
    “Jesus, tiger,” I hissed. “Is this what Grandma taught you?”
    “Mmm hmm,” she moaned, feverishly sucking my balls and pumping my dick. It felt fan-fucking-tastic. She was making my soup to nuts fantasy a reality. Who cared if the soup was getting cold when my balls were on fire? An orgasm of titanic proportions was not far away. That telltale tingly feeling of fullness saturated my cock, and in a harsh breath, I came all over Jen’s talented hand.
    Back on her feet, she undid the tie. I blinked. My