Page 21 of Eat Slay Love

A woman giggled, clearly giddy with the possibilities of tonight, and I felt the same energy rush through me.

Cosmo’s grin widened. "But, before we enter the first course, does anyone have any questions?"

To my surprise, a hand lifted.

I turned and saw it wasthe manwho’d been watching me.

Aww. He wants us to wait on his sexy date to get out of the bathroom. I bet $100 that’s the case.

He parted his lovely, full lips, and before a single word left them, I knew—I just knew—that whatever sound came out of that mouth would do unspeakable things to me.

And then, he spoke.

Dark.

Deep.

A voice made for sin.

No.

It wasn’t just a voice.

It was acaress.

A slow drag of seductive fingertips down my back.

A dirty, lustful murmur in the dark.

The kind of sound that belonged in low-lit hotel rooms.

And my poor, starved pussy?

She fucking JUMPED like a puppy at the door when its owner comes home.

Like she had her own set of ears and had been waiting—ten years—to hear a voice like that again.

At this point, my pussy was basically feral.

A neglected houseplant desperately reaching for sunlight.

A parched desert praying for rain.

A dry-ass biscuit begging for honey and butter.

Alright. Calm down.

I clenched my thighs before she embarrassed me further.

Because this man?

This six-foot-something, foreign, green-eyed temptation?

He sounded like he could make a woman forget her own damn name.

“Cosmo,” he said. “I have one question, before we begin.”

There was this accent to each word, something smooth, deliberate, and just a little indulgent, like the way melted chocolate draped over a spoon before it slipped onto your tongue.

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