Page 15 of Cherry's Jubilee

I look into his eyes, and he winks at me. No man has ever winked at me, and I blush. I pull my phone out of my pocket and give it to him. I give him a devilish grin because he doesn’t know the code, but he puts it in front of me and uses the face ID feature.

“Dammit,” I say. I don’t know what he’s doing, but he types something and takes a picture of himself before handing it to me.

“Now, let’s try something,” he says. He pulls out his phone, and mine starts to vibrate. I laugh and blush when I see Cherry’s Jubilee flash across my screen with his picture in the background. “Shall we eat?”he asks.

Over a delicious dinner of lobster risotto, we gaze at each other from across his table. I count, and it seats twelve, which is odd for a single man. He sits at the head of the table, and I sit to his right. He rests a hand on my lap throughout the meal, and I’ve never been so turned on with just a touch.

It’s been an incredibly long time since I’ve had sex, but right now, my pussy is a puddle. All I want to do is toss this table, jump into his arms, and wrap my legs around him so he can run into his bedroom. He can take me on every surface of this fancy penthouse. I don’t care. I just want to feel a dick inside of me.

To break some of the tension, I look around the place.

“Are you looking for something specific,” he asks.

“I don’t see any pineapple,” I say. He arches an eyebrow in confusion. “It’s my favorite, and I want you to feed it to me from your hand.”

“You could have told me that had you taken my calls. I would have had pineapple on hand. And cherry is my favorite.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and texts something. He puts it down and puts that hand back on my lap. I decide to be brave and put mine on top of his.

He looks up and gives me a boyish smile. A piece of his hair falls over his forehead, and I fix it before putting my hand back where it belongs.

He offers me some of his risotto, and I open my mouth to take it.

“Mmhmm,” I say as he slowly pulls the fork from my lips.

I’ve made a decision, and I’ve decided tonight I’m going to be bold. I’m going to see where this goes, but only for tonight. I’ll let him have his way because I’m curious to see what he has underneath his clothes, and tomorrow, I’ll return home, back to my lonely middle-class existence.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop.” He feeds me more food before I can answer. I decide to eat, and a few minutes later, I hear the code to his alarm and rapid footsteps.

The woman I met earlier returns with a brown paper bag. She nods at us as she pulls out three pineapples and puts them on the kitchen island. While we eat, she removes the skin and slices the fruit into chunks. When her job is done, she leaves without a word.

I stare at him, and all he says is, “If the lady wants pineapple, pineapple she shall have. Fed from my hand.” He lifts my hand and kissed the back of it, and I almost combust with need.

“I think I’m full,” I say.

Chapter 9

Daniel

I offer her my hand, and she takes it without question. It’s like she’s giving me her trust, and I don’t take that lightly. I don’t ever intend to lose it.

She stands, and with her hand still in mine, I walk her to the back of the penthouse and go up the stairs. We don’t speak as we climb to the top and walk a few feet down the hall until we reach the double doors. She says nothing when I push the doors open and we enter my bedroom, only looks up at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes and blinks. I lean down and kiss her on her lips. I don’t deepen it. I end it and take a step back. She almost stumbles from the sudden movement.

This is her chance to leave. I'll let her go if she thinks this is too much too soon. At least for tonight. We’ll leave the bedroom and do whatever else she wants.

When I make eye contact with her, she doesn't move to leave. Instead of walking out, she stands there and holds my stare. I slowly close the door and return to her.

I unbutton her shirt, and she does the same to me. Once we’re both topless, I cover her mouth with mine again. Needing to feel more of her, I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her long legs around me. Without breaking the kiss, I unsnap and remove her bra. Her small breasts spring free.

I walk us to the bed, and I drop her. Seconds later, I pull off her leggings along with her panties. She crawls onto the bed and grabs my belt. I pull it off along with my pants and boxers, my stiff dick springing to life. It’s right in her face; she looks up at me and gives me a playful smile. She gets on her knees, and her soft hands slide up to my pecs.

“This dick is jubalacious,” she mutters.

“That’s not a word.” My voice is a husky whisper, and I can barely contain myself with the touch of her hand on my body.

“That’s why I’ve always preferred numbers to words,” she says.

“Five, four, three, two—" I push her shoulders, and she ends up on her back. I dive on top of her before she can move. “One,” I say before I smother her words with a kiss.

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