Page 53 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

“Great,” Donovan said. “It’s a date.”

“Would you like to go out with me on Friday night?” Cory jumped in, not wanting Donovan to get the best of him.

“Yes,” Petra answered, clearly ecstatic over the invitation.

“What about you?” Donovan pointed a finger at me.

I shook my head. “I need some time.”

“Of course.” Petra put her hand on my knee. “Take all the time you want.”

I put my hand over hers, squeezing her fingers gently between mine. There didn’t seem to be anything more to say, so I stood up. “I’m going to go.”

“Is everything okay?” Cory asked. “It seems like we just got started and now you want to take off.”

“I’m good,” I assured him. “I just need some time to process.”

“Okay,” Donovan agreed. “Do you need a ride back to Patrick’s?”

“I’m gonna take a rideshare,” I responded.

“Well, wait here until it comes,” Donovan suggested.

I pulled out my phone and selected the app. It didn’t take long for my ride to arrive, and since I had drunk a fair bit between the party and the afterparty, I decided to just go home. The more I thought about the arrangement, the happier I became. I hadn’t kissed Petra yet, unlike Cory and Donovan. But she wanted me, and that made me feel good.

The next morning, I found myself awake at three o’clock. I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when an idea struck me. I could go visit Petra at work. She wouldn’t be expecting it, but I was sure she would be pleasantly surprised.

Remembering the last time Patrick and I had visited without calling her, I sent a quick text to ask for permission. She responded almost immediately, telling me to come right away.

I have a few hours of alone time before anyone else clocks in,Petra wrote. If you come now, it would be perfect.

I put on my pants and grabbed a T-shirt. It was much more comfortable than the three-piece suit I had to wear to the office, and no one was going to see me except for Petra. I forgot that I had left my car at Patrick’s place. It seemed like too much trouble to go retrieve it. I would worry about that after my visit to the bakery.

Calling for a rideshare, I only had to wait a few minutes. It was still early in the morning, and the drivers were busy shuttling partygoers safely back to their own apartments. I got in the backseat and watched the darkened streets pass.

Thinking of Petra, I wondered how safe she felt in the mornings. When Patrick had snuck up on her that way, she must have had a heart attack. I was glad I’d had the forethought to warn her and that she knew I was on my way.

When I got there, the back door was propped open for me. “Hello?” I knocked anyway, sliding inside and pulling the door shut behind me.

“Gavin?” Petra’s voice came from somewhere ahead of me.

The lights were dim in the kitchen, and I could only see part of one counter. “Yes.”

“Come inside,” she said in a sultry tone.

Something stirred deep within my chest, just hearing the invitation implicit in the request. I held my breath, taking two steps toward the oven, leaving the door and its adjacent cubbies behind. When I found her, there was something different that I couldn’t immediately put my finger on.

She wasn’t wearing shoes, and beneath a massive apron, her legs were bare. The apron was more of a smock that covered every inch of her from her chest to just below the knees. Yet I couldn’t see any additional clothing. There were no other colors or fabrics encasing her arms or poking out from behind the waist tie.

It took me a long moment to realize she was naked. The only thing she wore was that apron. It was the least attractive item of clothing she could have picked, and yet the knowledge that it was the only thing covering her made my blood rise.

She didn’t have any words for me. Innocently playing with the frayed edge of one of the waist ties, she glanced up at me. I swallowed, realizing what was about to happen. It was a fantasy straight out of a porno magazine, and I was the lucky recipient.

Before I could get cold feet, I closed the distance between us, pulling her to my chest. My palm touched her bare flesh at the small of her back. I lowered my lips to hers, inhaling the scent of freshly sifted flour. Where was the pastry dough or the muffin batter she was working on? Did I care?

She shifted imperceptibly in my arms, drawing even closer. Her tongue was warm as it grazed mine, letting me know how excited she was. According to Petra, we had several hours before anyone would be joining us. I planned to take full advantage.

Lowering my hand to the strap that bound the only fabric around her waist, I tugged at the strings. It opened, dropping the weight of the apron to her neck. With sheer pleasure, I traced the curve of her backside. It was firm and delicate, just like the rest of her body. She’d wasted no time once we were officially an item.

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