Page 33 of Lenkov

I hated him when he showed up on my doorstep, but now I see him as the catalyst for change and redirecting the course my life is traveling down. Here he’s just a man with the world's weight on his shoulders. After coming home from work, he’d been in the office for two hours before Lenk resurfaced to have dinner with us. Whatever’s going on in the community is taking up most of his spare time.

Walking over, I place a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’ll take him up.”

“And then you’ll come back?” He whispers.

“Do you want me to?”

“Mommy and Daddy need to have their time alone, too.” His wicked smirk has my heart racing. “Did you think I’d forgotten about my promise? I have plenty left. I want to show you.” He places his larger hand over mine on his shoulder. “And prove. Starting tonight.”

“What?” I’m shocked.

He winks. “I’ll take him up. You go sit out on the patio. I have a surprise waiting.”

“How?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Rising with our son in his arms, he nudges me toward the dark space.

I turn on the lights and gasp at the strands of fairy lights strung up. Drawn toward the tiny twinkling lights that turn the space into a dreamscape, I push open the screen and step outside. A bouquet of pink peonies is sitting in a round vase in the center of the table between two square plates with swan-shaped white linen napkins in the middle.

“What in the world is this man doing?” Walking over to the wicker chair, I sit down and lean over to caress the fragrant blooms.

“Do you like it?” Lenk leans in the doorway without his suit jacket.

The top buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is gone, giving him a casual appearance I don’t see often. Drinking in the revealed flesh, I lick my lips, wondering what he looks like out of designer fabric.

“I love it. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

“That’s a shame because you deserve this and more. But their loss is my gain. And I’m a man who likes to win.” He rolls up the sleeves of his white button-up. “I know we had dinner, but this is about dessert.”

“You made a dessert?” I ask skeptically.

“No darling, I ordered it. But I will serve you. I’ll be right back.”

Anticipation builds in my belly. As Lenk walks out with a polished dark wood disc full of mouth-watering treats, I shift my weight on the seat. Chocolate-covered strawberries, raspberries, bonbons, and macaroons create a sweet feast for my eyes. I’m not sure what’s tastier; the buffet on the wooden platter or the man carrying it. Setting the tray down in front of me, he picks up a chocolate-covered strawberry and runs it over my lips.

“Open.”

I obey, and he slips the tip in.

“That’s my good girl.” The words and the rich flavors of the chocolate mixed with the tart sweetness of the berry make me moan. He pulls the berry away and brushes his lips over mine. “This isn’t the only thing I’ll be eating tonight.” Sinking his teeth into the ripe berry, he slurps down the juice, and I press my thighs together.

Panties destroyed; I shift in my chair as he chooses a ripe berry. I don’t need coaxing. Opening my mouth, I bite the berry and chew as our gazes meet. Swallowing, I part my lips to accept the chocolate, biting it in half. I hum as the decadent candy melts on my tongue. I take the second half, sucking his long fingers into my mouth.

“Naughty little trickster, tempting me. Not yet.”

Swirling his digits with my tongue, I nod. I release him with a pop.

“What if I’m ready?” I ask huskily.

“I want you dripping for me, Rylee.”

“I am. Would you like to see it?” I push my pink panties to the side, and he swears.

“Look at that pretty pussy glistening.” He rubs his lips with his fingers. “Just a little taste.” He runs his finger up my slit, teasing my clit. Bringing the shiny digit to his lips, he curls his tongue around it and sucks it between them. Groaning, he closes his eyes. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Taking a raspberry in his fingers, he grazes it lightly over my sodden slit, gathering my nectar. Popping it into his mouth, he hums as he chews, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.

“Panties off.”

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