Page 65 of Cougar Chronicles

“Hmm?” He delicately traced her areola with the strawberry tip. Her robe slid off her shoulders and puddled to the floor. The chocolate was long gone now, and the friction from the tiny strawberry seeds tightened her sensitive skin even further.

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what, baby?”

“What you’re doing here.”

“That’s an easy one.” He raised the strawberry to her lips and traced them.

Seemingly of its own accord, her tongue darted out and tasted the tang of fruit and the bittersweetness of chocolate.

“I’m painting you with chocolate. Then I’m going to lick it off you. And then I’m going to put you back in the shower, only I’m going with you this time.”

“Oh, lord…” Stacy’s head spun. Her wet tresses clung to her shoulders and back while her core heated. Really, did it matter why Michael Moretti was painting her with chocolate? Why he wanted to shower with her? Why he seemed to want to make love to her?

Correction—fuck her. This was not lovemaking. It was fucking, pure and simple.

Still, there were over one thousand women at this conference, all of whom would love the chance to spend an evening in Michael Moretti’s arms. He could have any of them, and he had chosen her. Amazing.

Why question it? She might not like the answer.

She could like the experience, though. Indeed, shedidlike the experience. So far she liked it a lot. And she was comfortable—more comfortable than she thought possible with this handsome man who seemed to want her. Though not quite ready to completely shed her introvert status, she had stumbled way out of her comfort zone tonight.

It felt damn good.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at Michael who took a small bite of the strawberry.

“You ready for me to clean you up now?” He gave her a saucy grin.

The chocolate had cooled. What her flesh needed now was Michael’s warm lips. “Oh, yes, I’m ready, Michael.”

“Mmm, me too.” He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one nipple, licking the chocolate from her puckered skin. “Delicious.” He snickered. “And the chocolate’s not bad either.”

Her cheeks warmed. His tongue was smooth compared to the dimpled fruit of the strawberry. And warm, oh so warm. Despite its warmth, shivers coursed through her. Her clit throbbed. Damn, why hadn’t he painted her down there? Painted the lips of her pussy, the crease between her ass cheeks? Oh, to feel his slippery tongue there…

Her nipples hardened as he cleaned the other one and headed downward to the trails of chocolate that had dripped over her breasts and belly. His cock jutted outward. God, was it even larger than before? Large and beautiful and just waiting for…

“Michael…”

“What, beautiful?”

“Is there…more chocolate?”

“Of course, there’s plenty. Your sandwich is here too.”

Sandwich? Right, she’d been famished. She still was…though not for food at the moment. What she wanted now was one giant chocolate-covered cock.

She glanced over at the table where the food sat. A small silver bowl held the chocolate, surrounded by the strawberries in a larger bowl. She grabbed several strawberries and picked up the bowl of chocolate.

She turned toward Michael. “Get on the bed,” she said, her voice an octave lower than normal.

He smiled and arched his eyebrows. “What do you have in mind, Stace?”

She winked at him. Winked! Stacy Oppenheimer winked at a man! Stopping the train of thought, she headed to the bathroom for a towel. No use soiling the sheets if the chocolate didn’t stay put.

When she returned, Michael was lying on his back, his cock at attention, his grin saucy and wicked. “Got plans for me?”

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