Page 115 of Stolen Kisses

"Chase, we're not alone," she murmured.

"I’ll rectify that right now."

Her mouth was completely red. "I can't wait for the promised dessert."

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chase

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“You really have dessert here?” she asked the second we entered the loft.

"Obviously. Why would I say that if it wasn't true?”

“I don’t know. You wanted to lure me back earlier for some sexy time?"

"I always wanted to do that, but I wouldn't lie to get it."

"That's right," I said. "You wouldn't."

We headed straight to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out dessert.

"You found baklava," she gushed.

"Yes. It has nuts,” I told her. “And tons of honey."

She licked her lips, then shimmied her shoulders and her hips. This woman did things to me no other had come close to.

She opened the box and started eating right over it.

"Plate?" I asked in a teasing tone.

"Oops." She dropped the honey on her wrist and on the back of her other hand. "Let me clean this up."

"I'll do it for you.” I licked her wrist, and she sucked in a breath.

This gave me an idea.

I took the box and said, "Let's go to the couch."

"Why?"

I kept my voice neutral. "So we can sit down."

She grabbed two plates, though we wouldn’t be needing them—at least, I wouldn’t. I’d eat off her and then eatherout.

When we were in front of the couch, I stopped her from sitting down by putting an arm around her waist from behind. I spoke into her ear. "Take off your clothes."

"Now?" she whispered, then started trembling lightly.

"Yes."

She put the plates down, and I set the box on the coffee table. Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.

"Now turn around and lie down on the couch. Actually, on the ottoman. That's better."

The ottoman was large enough that she could lie down on her back. Her ass was at the edge of it, her feet on the floor.

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