Page 52 of Dangerous Encore
She's attheedge.
It's torture pulling my hand to herthigh.
She groans thatyou're an evil teasegroan just as the timerbeeps.
She pushes herself up and turns around so we're face-to-face. Her eyes search mine. They're asking another question entirely, one that goes deeper than which of us is the more vicioustease.
What is shethinking?
How is she thinking anythingrightnow?
I havenoidea.
"We should check on the sauce." She slides her skirt overherass.
There'ssomethingoff.
Somethingwrong.
I keep my voice light. "Angel, you really think I give a fuck about anything but making you comerightnow?"
Her lips curl into an evil smile. She istorturingme.
Maybe.
It's hard to think in thisstate.
She turns back to the stove, sets the burner to warm, dips the spoon in the sauce. "You want to do the honors, orshouldI?"
"Goforit."
She brings the spoon to her lips and makes a show of flicking her tongue against thesauce.
Her nose scrunches indistaste.
"Oh no." She shakes her head. "It's um…" She offers me thespoon.
"Quite theendorsement."
Shelaughs.
I lean in to lick a bite off the spoon. It'sumall right. Not that I can concentrate on much besides mywife'stits.
Fuck, I would much rather have those in mymouth.
She takes the spoon back and takes another lick. "It's…unique."
"It'shorrible."
"Where did we go wrong?" She sets the spoon back in the pot and turns theburneroff.
"Maybe the triple portion ofpineapple."
"Maybe." She takes a step toward me and presses her body against mine. "It was what made it special, you know? And I had the strangest cravingforit."
"Pineapple shouldn't beeverywhere."
"You're fromCalifornia."
