Page 9 of Unexpectedly In Love

Carefully I place my hand on her cheek, my other gently finds the curve of her hips. I capture her lips. Her body trembles in my arms, as I gently plunder her mouth. She tastes like strawberries and mint; it’s an intoxicating blend, and I want more. A low moan leaves my mouth as my fingers tighten on her waist, pulling her petite body closer to mine.

She seeks out my tongue and begins to make love to it. Then she moans like she wants more. Her body undulates at the edge of the chair.

“Gáma mou omorfiá. thélo perissótera.” I tease her bottom lip, licking the edge and biting it.

Her nails dig into my back and my scalp as she moans, “Nai, Eryx, Nai.”

Her speaking Greek sends blood straight to my cock. I want to fuck here and now. I will pay for everyone’s meals. Let them take it to-fucking-go.

I start pulling her. My thumbs move back and forth on her cheeks. I want to spread her out on the table and eat her instead of the food. I want to taste every delectable part of her. Her slender neck, her small breasts, and her pussy. I don’t care who sees; I want to taste her pussy now.

A throat clears. “Mr. D.”

“Kill him,” my mind shouts, but it’s quieted by Rosemary’s fingers as she tries to wipe away her lipstick from my lips.

I pull my head back. “Don’t.”

“Eryx, your lips are blood red.” She chuckles as she tries to reach for me again.

“Leave it. I want to taste the remnant of your lips as we eat.” I press my forehead to hers, and I inhale her intoxicating scent once more.

“Mr. D, your food is ready.” We haven’t turned to acknowledge James.

“You think if we ignore him, he will go away.” I lean in to give her one more quick kiss.

“Let’s not be rude.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief. She gently pulls my hands from her face.

Turning my attention to James, he grimaces as he places the two plates, a salad and a cucumber salad of some sort. There are also four cloche covered dishes.

“On your plate, we have corn pie, Spanish rice, and some slices of yucca.” James bends and picks up the first cloche, setting it to the side of his silver serving cart.

“This is curry crab and dumpling.” The aroma of the food makes my stomach rumble.

Rosemary grabs my thigh as she listens attentively to everything that James is saying.

James lifts up the other three one by one, placing it in the cart. He then points to each uncovered dish.

“This is roasted chicken; the other is a dark stew oxtail.”

Rosemary’s smile deepens. “I love oxtails. What’s the green soup?”

“Oh, this is callaloo. It’s made from a leaf called dasheen bush, okra etc. There is also crab in this.”

Fuck. I had about enough, if he doesn’t move…

“James, everything is perfect, thank you,” I interrupt. I take the cloche from him.

“Enjoy,” he says quickly. He places a chilled bottle of wine in a standing wine chiller.

“I don’t know where to start,” Rosemary exclaims.

“You trust me?” I ask, waiting for her to give me the answer.

“Yes.”

“Let me feed you, omorfiá,” I state.

“Feed me?” she asks.

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