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And they are creamy.

But not as creamy as I know Mary’s pussy will be.

Mary finishes her glass of wine. “I’m not sure I can eat another bite, Ronan.”

“You can. You’ve got to try the bread pudding.”

“Is it really made with stale bread?”

“Yes. The best cooks don’t waste anything. Stale bread, eggs, milk, and sugar. And then, of course, Mémé’s special whiskey sauce.”

“What kind of whiskey does she use?”

“Usually bourbon.”

“You mean she doesn’t use scotch for you?”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Scotch would not be right for the whiskey sauce. You need the caramel taste of a bourbon.”

She lifts her eyebrows. “Not the dirty flavor of a scotch?”

“Yes, I know. You’re not a fan.”

“It honestly tastes like dirt to me.”

“Perhaps I’ll make a scotch drinker out of you,” I say.

“Somehow I doubt it. Though I did enjoy the Sazerac. The rye was harsh, but it didn’t taste like peat moss.”

“You may not agree if you drink it straight. You get a lot of floral and sweet from the bitters and sugar.”

“It was delicious.”

“Tomorrow I’ll take you for a Pimm’s cup. That’s another famous New Orleans cocktail, and they’re very refreshing and delicious.”

“I’m not a huge drinker, Ronan.”

“I know that. I can tell. But you have to try one Pimm’s cup. It’s more of an afternoon drink.”

“All right. As I said, I’ll defer to your expertise while we’re here.”

I gaze at her face then. Take in her beauty.

In a way, it’s a very innocent beauty. The girl-next-door beauty. Even though I know that she, as a seasoned submissive, is far from innocent. But perhaps she’s innocent in other ways. In the art of cuisine and libations, for sure.

The odd thing is…

I want to know more about her. And not just in the bedroom.

Which is odd, considering I couldn’t give the same to Keira, who I care for, and with whom I shared a good chemistry as a Dominant to her submissive.

I have no idea if Mary and I have any chemistry in that way.

I desperately want to find out.

Chapter Eighteen

Mary

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