Page 53 of Twins for the Enemy

“The dessert’s here,” I say. “Don’t move.”

“Is that another command?”

“It’s a reminder that your clothes are wet and you’d need to cross through the room to get a new set.” I give her a quick kiss while the squeeze to her thigh lasts a little longer. Our mouths linger close to each other. “If the room service attendant sees you, I know he’ll want you, and I’ll want to toss him over this balcony.”

I quickly step down the wooden stairs around the jacuzzi and head to the door. The attendant pushes in a cart with whipped cream, chocolate-dippedstrawberries, and a molten lava cake. I tip him and he steps back out.

I carry the tray over to Farah. With the glass walls of the jacuzzi and the recessed lights inside it, her legs and ass are visible under the water.

I’ll have to figure out how to perform oral on her underwater. I can picture her arms clinging to the sides and her legs floating on the water as I push her over the edge and have to hold onto her to stop her from drowning.

I set down the tray on a platform beside the tub. Farah half-swims over. She catches me watching her chest and gives me a half-hearted shove.

“Get back in here,” she says. “I’m not going to get pruny alone.”

I drop in, grabbing around her like I need to stabilize myself. I kiss the side of her head as she uses the spoon to slather the whipped cream on a strawberry. She bites into it, her eyes lighting up as the taste hits her.

“Good?” I ask.

“I’m considering naming one of the babies Strawberry after this,” she says. “Christ.”

She dips in another strawberry and offers it to me. I shake my head.

“I don’t like sweets,” I say.

“What? Why did you get all of this then?”

“For you.”

She frowns. “Just try it. It’s amazing.”

“It’s for you.”

Glaring at me, she swipes two fingers in the whipped cream and presses it against her lips. She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Do you still not like sweets?” she asks.

I grin, slowly leaning forward, and kiss her. The warmth of her mouth seems to deepen the flavor of the whipped cream. I kiss her some more, taking every whipped particle from her until all Itaste is her.

“Maybe I can be converted,” I say. “It might be faster if you’d placed it a bit lower.”

“I don’t think you want to drink the chlorine in the water.”

“I’d die with a smile on my face.”

She rolls her eyes, but her hand curves around the back of my neck, bringing me closer. She kisses me deep, more confident than I’ve ever seen her. I smile against her mouth.

“You should eat the lava cake before it gets cold.”

“You want to interrupt what we’re doing?” she laughs.

“I won’t get cold,” I say. “I’ll never be cold for you.”

She looks at me with a warmth in her eyes that seems almost too delicate to be in this world. It certainly isn’t something that should normally be around me, but I’ll take care of it for as long as I can.

When she tries the lava cake, she lets out a soft moan that almost makes me jealous. I run my hand down her back, over her ass. I give it a small squeeze.

I move my hands back up, following the curve of her ribs before exploring her breasts. She presses her back against my chest, licking melted chocolate off her fingers. My breath hits against her ear. She turns to look at me.

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