Page 112 of Naughty Nelle

“I’ll have to remember that,” he replied with a sheepish smile.

Not quite sure what he meant by that, I reminded him that I had brought him something to eat. My eyes stayed on him as he strode over to the trunk. Looming above it, he cast his eyes down at the steaming bowl of soup.

“So, Saarah, what do we have here?”

“Ramen noodles,” I said, putting on my best Suzy-homemaker face.

He smirked. “Hmm. I haven’t had these since I was in college.”

Lifting the bowl and chopsticks off the trunk, he sank into the couch, his back against an armrest and his long legs crisscrossed. His mega-sized dick along with his balls now rested on his folded limbs.

I surveyed the room, wondering where I should sit. In addition to the couch, there were two funky armchairs facing the trunk.

“Sit here,” Ari insisted, gesturing to the cushion next to him. “I want to look at you while I eat.”

Hesitantly, I joined him, mimicking his cross-legged position. With his free hand, he yanked down my makeshift toga, exposing my breasts.

“Much better,” he smiled as he dug into the ramen.

I watched as he dipped his chopsticks into the bowl and expertly lifted the noodles to his parted mouth. Obviously, he had mastered eating them in college. As he slurped them off the wooden sticks, I was very aware of the tingling inside me. How could a man eating ramen noodles be turning me on?

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

God, he was bossy, but I again did as he asked. Using his chopsticks, he lifted another portion of the ramen and dangled them above my mouth.

“Eat.”

I tilted my head back and slurped the worm-like noodles. As they disappeared into my mouth, he ran his deft fingers along my neck, stroking that one sensitive spot right below my chin that drove me crazy and added to the pleasure I was feeling between my thighs.

“Saarah,your neck is so long and graceful,” he said, his voice deep and sexy. “Like a ballerina’s.”

I swallowed hard. It was hard to eat when this gorgeous beast was still turning me on.

We continued this little feeding game until the bowl was emptied. Ari placed the bowl back on the trunk, then placed his hands firmly on my shoulders. A sudden somber expression fell over his face. His intense blue eyes held me fiercely while his jaw tightened.

“Listen, Sarah, we need to talk.”

There was seriousness in his tone. Even in the way he said my name. His mercurial behavior unnerved me. My heartbeat sped up. One minute he was hot; one minute he was cold. I didn’t know what to make of him. With hesitancy, I muttered one word: “Sure.” The last word I’d use to describe how I felt about him or how I thought he felt about me. His eyes stayed on me, holding me captive.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

He paused. Now what? He was bi? He had some kind of STD? He had lied to me about his ex? All of the above? Oh shit! My heart thudded in my chest as I held my breath and he sucked in a gulp of air.

“Sarah, I haven’t fucked a woman in a bed for over three years.”

Huh? I blinked hard. His words shocked me. I was sure he was someone who jumped from one supermodel’s bed to another.

“I don’t believe you,” I countered, the image of the beautiful redhead filling my head.

“It’s true. While I’m certainly not lacking for sex, it’s been that long since I’ve come in any woman’s bed. Or mine—at least with a woman.” He paused. “You are the first.”

“Why?” I gazed at him, wide-eyed with curiosity, more intrigued with the fact that he didn’t sleep in women’s beds than with the fact he came in mine.

“I’ve had to be protective of my son. I’ve raised him as a single parent since he was three.”

“Doesn’t your wife, I mean ex-wife, have joint custody?” I asked, glad that I’d quickly corrected myself.

“I have sole custody of him.” Rage filled his eyes; his pupils dilated. “I paid my ex a shitload of money to stay away from him. And from me.”

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