Page 28 of Man Hands
And then? She licks the paddle. Her tongue comes out and sweeps the chocolate off one edge.Slowly.
Ungh, my dick says.What about myneeds?
Seriously.
Her gaze lifts to mine. “Wantalick?”
“Do I ever,” I rumble. Then I realize she means thechocolate.
But, hey, when I get a taste, that’s pretty good too. “Wow. You’reamazing.”
For a split second her face lights up. Then it shuts downagain.
“What didIsay?”
“Men always love the cooking.” She sighs. “Anyway. I feel a little calmer now. Sometimes when I’m really emotional, I cook something and things go back to being balanced. I don’t know why. So. What did youragentsay?”
“She’s working on buying the video back. I’ll know a lot moretomorrow.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “I’m trying not to panicprematurely.”
I rise from the stool and walk around the counter. Then I pull her to my chest. “You’re a trooper, Brynn. I’m going to do my best to clear up this mess as fast asIcan.”
“I know,” she says, sighing against me. Her hair smells like flowers. I want to do that thing I described where I sweep everything off the counter and ravage her. But there are a few little blobs of chocolate goo there now. So if I did, it would ruin herdress.
Even worse, I don’t think you can ravage someone whose privacy your fans have just invaded. So I give her a tight huginstead.
“LtsrtChocMss,” she says against myshirt.
“Hmm?” I lean back so she can breathe and she looks up at me with herwideeyes.
“Let’s eat chocolatemousse.”
“Okay.”
* * *
The chocolate mousseis almost as good as anorgasm.
Not true, my dick argues. But Iignorehim.
Meanwhile, Brynn’s friends are worried about her. They keep texting. “Can you take me home?” she asks with big, scared eyes. “I need toregroup.”
“Of course,” I say, wishing she’d just come upstairs to bed with me. “There are, uh, photographers at the gate,though.”
“You don’t think they gave up?” She actually looksscared.
“Most of them probably did. But there’s always one asshole who hides in the bushes allnight.”
Her eyes narrow. “I thought you said this didn’t usually happentoyou.”
“It doesn’t.” Except for last spring, of course.Ugh. “I have a plan, though. Can you text your friends and ask them to pick you up at Rosie’s Boat Launch across the lake? I can get you there inprivate.”
“Yeah?” She looks so relieved that my heart breaks a little. “Sure. At least it’saplan.”
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