Page 14 of Devil's Dilemma

“Yeah?” he grins.

I nod vigorously. “Any requests?”

“Anything you come up with, I suspect will be great.” He leans in, adding, suggestively, “I’m particularly looking forward to dessert.”

I turn bright red.

The days pass oh so slowly. I can’t wait to see Skull again. Eventually it’s Thursday, and I leave work right on time.

In preparation I cook something that is simple but tasty, that I can turn down and leave in the oven if necessary, and doesn’t take a lot of fluffing around getting up and down and taking stuff in and out of the oven. I make an apple pie and have whipped cream on standby, hoping that the dessert he’s thinking of means the pie goes uneaten.

My house is spotless, everything in its place, and nothing left out that could cause me embarrassment. I’m excited as I wait for him to arrive.

I’m wearing a knee-length floral dress that’s as flattering as anything I own.

A knock on the door.

When he steps inside, it seems symbolic.

He sniffs the air. “Smells good.” Then he turns his heated eyes on me, looking from my head to my feet, his gaze lingering on my breasts for a moment. He swallows. “You look amazing. Tell me, are you wearing panties?”

My brow scrunches, and I shrug.

“Go take them off. I want to eat dinner knowing I’ve got dessert ready and waiting for me.”

No man ever has asked me to do something so risqué. Oh, I’ve read such things in books, but the men I’ve been with have had their meal, and only then started their version of foreplay which may or may not have been successful in getting me aroused. That Skull’s kicking off this night, making our dinner something that whets our carnal appetites as well as filling our stomachs makes me feel immediately aroused.

And, playful.

Instead of retreating to my room, I keep my eyes on his, bend, and sliding my hands under my dress, discreetly remove my panties right there in the hallway. When he holds his hand out, I place them in it.

Then gasp, as he sniffs them, breathing in deeply. “Oh yes, I’m looking forward to what I’ll be tasting later. Mmm mmm.”

Did he just do that? Did he really just sniff my underwear?

I stand gawking a little too long, as he chuckles. “Is that your oven beeping?”

Shit it is! I turn and run into the kitchen, turning the heat right down. “Want to…” I start calling out, only to find he’s come in behind me.

“What do you need me to do, darlin’?”

A man offering to help in the kitchen?Skull’s already getting straight As tonight.

“Nothing, really. I’ve got the table set. Want to eat now, or…”

“Now,” he decides. “Then you, we, can relax.”

We eat, talk, laugh. All the time he’s fixing me with those dark eyes full of promise. Cool air from the air conditioner seems to flow under my skirt each time I get up or down to fix the food, reminding me I’m wearing no panties. Just his stare is enough to make me grow wet, and I squirm, feeling my own moisture on my thighs.

“Fuck, woman, you make it difficult.”

I tilt my head to one side.

“I’m rock hard, thinking about you all but naked under that dress.” His eyes meet mine once again. “Take off your bra.”

“What?”

He waves his hand. “Bet you can do that thing all women do. Remove it without getting undressed.”

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