Page 193 of Inferno

“Morning.” He looks down at his Rolex.

“Well, afternoon, I suppose.”

Jesus. I don’t know the last time I’ve slept that long.

He flashes me a grin and steps aside so I can go past him.

“You look pretty,” he tells me.

“In this?” I point at my modest outfit of leggings and a sports bra, finished off with a camel knitted cardigan.

“Yes. In that. In anything.”

He holds out his hand and I stare at it blankly.

“Come on, I’ve made breakfast.”

Linking my fingers through his, we head downstairs and the sweet essence of pancakes fills my nose, and my stomach rumbles on cue.

He directs us into the kitchen and pulls out a chair for me at his dining table.

There’s two placemats laid out, in the center a stack of pancakes and just about every assortment of toppings you could want. Sweet and savory. He’s done it all.

I take a seat as he rushes over to the refrigerator.

“I forgot the most important ingredient.”

I arch an eyebrow and cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my laugh.

A whole jug of it. As I study the purple packaging closer, it reads, Decadent Milkshake.

He pours two champagne glasses and hands one to me.

“Cheers. I guess?” I say.

Taking a sip, I moan. It’s the best I’ve ever had.

“Wow. That tastes like… an actual chocolate bar?”

He nods.

“We’ve been working on the recipe for a year now. I had to get it perfect.” He winks, holding up his own glass and knocks it back.

“You did a good job.”

He really did. It’s delicious.

“Thank you. Although, it would probably taste better if I was drinking it out of your cunt.”

I nearly spit my drink out, and he chuckles.

“What? That’s the only way you can get the full experience of a Decadent Milkshake. No glasses required, just a sweet pussy. Specifically yours, heartbreaker.”

I’m speechless. But undeniably turned on.

“It would probably taste good being sucked off your cock too.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, my face is on fire. Where the hell did that come from?

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