Page 25 of Endless Love

“Don’t worry. The last thing I want is another trip to the hospital.”

I couldn’t agree more, I thought as she set the two slices on the counter.

“Next?”

“Mayo.”

“All right, but don’t go overboard with it.” She handed me the plastic mayo bottle. Holding it, I squeezed a generous amount of mayo on both slices of the bread, my cock flexing as I watched the creamy white condiment pour out.

“Okay, that’s enough,” said Willow, stopping me. A little bit of the mayo dotted the tip of the cap. It reminded me of pre-cum and made my dick grow thicker, especially when Willow wiped it off with her forefinger and sucked it off. Fuck. She was making me horny as sin.

“So, what’s going into this sandwich, Mr. Madewell?”

“Let’s keep it healthy in honor of your father. So he can eat it.”

“No pastrami?”

I shook my head. Nope, no pastrami as much as I loved it too. About a year ago, I’d gone to California to meet with potential movie producers and recalled a delicious sandwich I’d eaten at a chic restaurant. It was filled with hummus, hand carved turkey breast, provolone cheese, avocado, and arugula. I was almost sorry I’d spread the mayo, but I thought it would still work. While I knew the turkey breast and hummus were available, I asked Willow if the kitchen stocked the other ingredients. Happily, I learned it did, but they were used mostly by the short order cook for omelets. While I unwrapped the turkey, Willow went to the kitchen to retrieve the other ingredients. In no time, she returned, her hands full. About to carve the turkey, I helped her set the remaining ingredients on the counter.

Her face was lit up, her expression inquisitive. “Ry-man, what do you have in mind?”

Fuck. I loved when she called me Ry-man. No one had ever called me that before. While it was close to my real name, it was different enough.

I tugged at her fiery red hair, which tonight was fixed in a long, loose braid. “Can you cut the avocado into slices?” I had no clue how to handle the green testicle-shaped fruit. My sister and I grew up with cooks, and with Allee, I ordered in most of the time.

“Of course,” she replied with a sexy smile.

As I sliced thick pieces of the turkey, she cut the avocado. We were side by side. Totally in sync. Was this what sex with her would be like?

My cock twitching, I sneaked a piece of the turkey and then went back to slicing it. In a few minutes, we finished creating our culinary masterpiece.

“Let’s try it,” insisted Willow.

“Okay. You take the first bite.”

I watched as her lips clamped down on the thick sandwich, wondering what they would feel like around my cock. I could feel my cock flex as she swallowed.

“Mmm,” she moaned, the sound of her sensuous hum, turning me on more. “It’s so good.” Is that what she would say about my cock?

“Okay, your turn,” she said, interrupting my dirty thoughts as she fed me the sandwich. I took a big bite. “Fuck, this is amazing. Even better than the one I had in California.”

A big smile lit up Willow’s face. “It’s going to become our new bestseller.”

Alternating bites, we devoured the sandwich. On my last bite, I closed my eyes and wondered: what would it be like to eat her? Savor her sweet pussy? Taste her on my tongue? It took all my willpower not to strip her of all her clothes and haul her onto the counter. I longed to kiss her again, too, but feared I wouldn’t be able to stop there. My conscience told me to take things slowly, but my body didn’t believe a single word. With my cock at full attention, I helped her clean up and then forced myself to go back to my loft. My only compensation—a delicious fantasy to get off on.

By the end of the next day, The Ryan Madewell Special was by far the most popular item on the menu. We couldn’t stop making them.

“Everyone wants a taste of Ryan Madewell,” Willow said flirtatiously as she loaded yet another sandwich onto a plate.

I chuckled. I, on the other hand, wanted a taste of only one woman. The beautiful and beguiling Willow Rosenthal.

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