Page 19 of Doubly Claimed

There was a platter of fresh veggies with many dips, and tiny morsels of delicious, imported cheeses, skewers with grilled shrimp, scallops, and bacon-wrapped bites of filet mignon, and another with fresh berries and whipped cream. The men seemed to wait for her to make her choices before they put some food on their own plates.

“This is wonderful. I swear all the food here is incredible.” She bit into a small cherry tomato filled with goat cheese and sprinkled with sea salt and thyme.

“I am glad you like it.”

“Oh, I love all kinds of food.” She looked down at her plump body.

“I do too,” the intense one said.

“Yes, but it is easier for men,” she began.

“How so?”

“Today’s society isn’t exactly kind to women with rounder figures, but I made my peace with myself long ago.”

“Society can go to hell. You look perfect,” the larger man growled.

“What my friend here means to say is enjoying one’s food is simply good manners. Food is a celebration of a bountiful harvest, a job well done, and a reward that has been earned. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you are simply breathtaking, love.”

“Oh,” she replied in a breathy syllable that sounded nothing like her. But how could she speak when the man was sex on legs? He picked up a halved strawberry and slid the bite-sized morsel of the toothpick with his teeth.

Yowza.

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