Page 21 of Double Edged Hearts
“You’ll see.”
I make my way back to get the pancakes and cover it with all the stuff she likes. Cream, chocolate syrup, and fruit. There are three pancakes on the plate, and they’re all for her. She starts laughing when I cut a piece off and hold it out to her on the fork to eat.
“You’re going to feed me?” she asks.
“I am… this is the five-star serve, Mrs. Alex.”
Mrs. Alex…I’ve called her that a few times tonight, and she hasn’t stopped me yet. The name makes her blush the same way it did eight years ago when I took her virginity.
“I have to admit that being fed pancakes at two in the morning does sound real five star.”
“Good.”
I push the food closer to her, and she takes it, opening her mouth like a little bird. Those full lips could get a man in trouble. As she takes the food and swallows, I imagine that mouth on my cock.
“My turn,” she says, taking the fork from me.
She cuts off a piece of the pancake and holds it out for me to take. I point at my abs and shake my head. I’m shirtless, and I’m the kind of guy who takes pride in his looks.
“Does this body look like it takes sugar?”
“It does now.” She pouts. “Open your mouth.”
I do as she says and eat, then I take back the fork. “This is about me treating you.”
“Why can’t I treat you too?”
Because she’ll be gone by morning. That’s why. I won’t say it though. This is some kind of joke. I’m a raw-assed gangster, making this woman pancakes at two in the morning because I want the chance to do this for her.
I know that when I close my eyes and wake up, she’ll be gone, and then I don’t know what will happen next.
She’ll go back to being the agent… And I will be worried like hell about her.
“Because I want to treat you,” I decide to say. “Been awhile since I got to make you anything.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I have an ulterior motive,” I confess, taking the mood back to sexy.
“What? You want me to sleep with you,again?” she coos.
“Yes, but I’m seducing you. This is part of the seduction. Remember Tijuana, Goddess?”
A flush of color runs down her neck, and her cheeks color fiercely. It’s the reaction I absolutely expect her to have. That was the second time I had her.
That first time, we met here in Chicago, and while everyone was busy with the latest shit to hit the fan, I was busy with her. But I hadn’t started to get nasty with her until I stole her away from MIT and took her to Tijuana, where I well and truly dirtied her up.
“Yes,” she says and swallows hard.
“Remember how we started that vacation, doll?” I grin and hold her in place with a stare.
“I do…” The carnal flame in her eyes hardens my cock. That and the distinct points her nipples make against the fabric of my shirt.
I set the fork down. Looks like I might not get to finish feeding her, but I have a different idea of tasting in mind.
When in Rome, you do as the Romans do. We’re in the fantasy, so I’m going to do all that comes to mind, and definitely when she reaches out and runs her finger over the line of my abs.
“I think we should have a refresher of Tijuana. Although I can’t quite decide which was better, Tijuana or the Bahamas.”
