Page 96 of High Stakes and Soulmates
“Oh no… now you can’t use the fork at all.”
I stare at it in disbelief. Honestly. There are no words to deal with this man. “Now how will I eat?”
“I will feed you with my fingers.”
“Or you could justbendthe fork back.”
“I don’t know how,” he says as I watch him bend it into a pretzel. “See?”
“My steak is getting cold.”
Ezio picks up a piece with his fingers. “Open wide!”
I’m not sure my eyebrow could be raisedanyhigher. But here I am, opening my mouth, and when he goes to simply put the piece in, I use my hand to guide his fingers into my mouth, sliding my tongue over his fingers while I stare him right in the eyes, proving that this handapparently works just fine.
“Yum,” I say after I draw his fingers out.
He’s frozen where he sits. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” I ask, the definition of innocent.
“Making turmoil happen in my pants. And I can’t because you were mauled and I have to be a strong man.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes! Very much! Very strong! Look how strong. Have you ever seen anyone stronger?”
“Probably,” I say.
Ezio growls at me as he dutifully unpretzels the fork. Then he cuts the rest of the steak into pieces and slides the fork into my hand while he stares at me.
I don’t know why it makes me laugh. He’s trying so hard to pretend he’s not fighting whatever is “going on in his pants,” and I’m not yet sure if he’s winning.
“I don’t know how to handle this new side of you,” he tells me.
“Yeah? I’m really not any different.”
“You sure?”
“I’m just fucking happy. Ridiculously happy.”
“I don’t know how!”
“You don’t need to,” I say as I take another bite. “This is really good.”
“It was really expensive. I made Casimir pay for it, but I want you to pretend I paid for it. I only ordered one for you and then Julian stared at me in disbelief and told me that he let me rub my face all over his belly, so how dare I not get him a steak? And Casimir ordered him like three.”
“Just now?” I ask.
“Just now what?”
“You rubbed all over his fluffy ass?”
He hesitates before grinning at me. “Are you jealous?”
“Answer the question. Did you leave the bed where I was spooning you to maul your best friend’s partner?”
Ezio’s grin widens. “Hmm… good question. But a better question is… would you be jealous? When you turn into a floof, can I rub my face all over you?”
