Page 58 of You Had Me at Chocolate

Grabbing the fullest one, he departed with a spring in his step.

When he got to her bedroom she was lying naked in the center of the bed, and a sudden overwhelming feeling that she was his that she belonged to him sucker-punched him square in the gut. It was ridiculous—no one person belonged to another person—but fuck. The sudden riot of emotions clogging up his chest and lodging in his throat were utterly primal, catching him off guard with their intensity.

So much for thinking rationally.

“I see you are as instructed,” he said, deliberately leering to cover his inner turmoil as he lingered in the doorway, the piping bag full of mousse behind his back.

“Well.” She leered right back and Jude’s dick responded predictably. “You’d ruined my sweater and undone my bra so the job was already half done.”

“You’re welcome.”

She grinned. “Why are you standing all the way over there when its clear parts of your anatomy”—her gaze dropped to his excitable dick—“want you to be over here?”

“I was admiring the view.”

“So am I. But it would be nice to admire it from a little closer, don’t you think?”

Holy fuck yeah.

Jude entered the room, the hand with the piping bag casually situated behind his back. She sat, watching his progress, her breasts swinging enticingly as she wriggled to the edge of the mattress, her feet landing flat on the floor as he drew level. It was impossible not to notice that her mouth and his dick—which had clearly recovered very well from their countertop shenanigans—were temptingly close.

“Mmm,” she said, her gaze taking its time to travel all the way up his body before drifting back down again, stopping when it got to his erection.

Jude’s balls tightened at the blatant hunger that dilated her pupils and flared her nostrils. A pulse thudded thick and slow at his groin. He swallowed. “Like what you see?”

“Oh yes.”

Jude watched, his heart thumping like a gong, as her hand lifted and her fingertips tentatively touched down on the taut, aching flesh of his shaft. He sucked in a breath, his body swaying, his eyes shutting involuntarily for a moment at the exquisite torture of the barely there touch.

But he forced them open because he didn’t want to miss a thing.

He wanted to watch her touch him. Watch as her hand wrapped around him, as her mouth explored him, as her lips stretched to accommodate him.

“Mmm,” she said, her eyes lifting to him. “Is that what I think it is?”

It took Jude a beat or two to compute what she meant as her fingers lightly stroked up and down the length of his shaft. His hand had fallen to his side when his eyes had been shut and the piping bag was on full display.

“Yep.”

“Oh, goody.” She waggled her eyebrows at him, her hand sliding from his dick to claim the bag. “Or should I say—” She poised the nozzle above the hard jut of him. “Yummy?”

The muscles in his ass tightened as that nozzle hovered close. “I thought you weren’t interested in piping?”

“It seems I just needed…” Her eyes zeroed in on the subject. “The right motivation.”

Jude swallowed. He hadn’t brought the bag from the kitchen for her use—he’d planned to demonstrate his artistic skills by making her into a piece of edible art—but Clementine was looking at his cock with serious purpose and he knew better than to stand in her way when she had that determined glean in her eyes.

“Well,” he murmured, his voice husky. “In that case.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a line of mousse was being piped from the center of his dick to the point where shaft met head and Jude’s pulse skipped. But, when she put the bag down on the mattress, wrapped her hand around his lower half not covered in mousse and leaned in, it went haywire. Every muscle from his belly button to his thighs clenched tight in anticipation.

“Mmm… mint,” she whispered as she kissed the tip, her tongue circling the slit. “You smell good.”

Then her lips parted and her tongue circled lower, flicking the very edge of the mousse, and Jude watched as it retreated into her mouth, as her cheeks hollowed and she hummed her approval.

A noise that traveled like a thunderbolt down his shaft earthing in his balls.

She pulled back with a smile, her lips wet as they hovered a hair’s breadth from the tip again. “You taste even better.”

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