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“You bet but really, it’s not so hard,” I say.
“I’m really worried. What if I fail twice? Loo-ser.”
“You won’t. I know a lot of successful lawyers who took the exam three or four times before they passed. It’s frustrating, but not the end of the world.”
“I’d die if I failed three times.” She sips and appears reflective.
I realize I should change the subject, but I want to encourage her just a bit more. “I know you’ll pass, don’t worry. Panic and worry are the only things that can make failure pop up. Try your damnedest to eradicate them.”
“Thank you,” she breathes, with a smile of gratitude I hardly deserve.
Our table becomes available so I put my hand on Rylie’s low back to walk her over and settle her in the chair. During dinner I keep the talk away from lawyering and the military. We talk about our childhoods and our hopes for the future.
I feel so naturally comfortable with Rylie that I begin to look for the trap door. Is she going to squash my heart? It’s a risk I’m not afraid to take…I think.
“Dessert?” I suggest.
“Maybe we can share?”
“Smart idea,” I say. “They have a molten chocolate soufflé, but it takes thirty minutes to make.”
“I don’t have a curfew,” she says smiling at me.
Her eyes sparkle, and I wonder what hidden message lies buried there like her treasure glass.
I order two Irish coffees while we wait for the soufflé.
When the drinks arrive, I lift my mug.
“Let’s toast something,” she says.
“Okay. To whipped cream, chocolate, sea turtles, and first kisses.”
We clink and I set my mug down after sipping to gaze at Rylie’s lips. They are luscious, kissable, and currently sporting a creamy white mustache. I reach across the table and run my finger along her upper lip, removing a layer of sugary whipped cream. She grabs my hand.
“You're not taking any of my cream,” she yelps.
“Wanna bet on that?” I growl.
Taking up the challenge, she sucks the two digits into her mouth and twirls her tongue around them. My cock instantly unfurls at her lascivious move. I stare into her eyes without blinking. Her gaze fixates me as she works my fingers slowly into and out of her mouth. Mesmerized by her boldness as she removes one finger then sucks the other, it’s like she’s blowing me right here at the table. My rod is standing up like a fucking marine beacon. If body parts could express jealousy, I know what my dick would be saying to my index finger right about now.
Rylie slides just until the end of my finger reaches her lips. She kisses the tip, nibbles on it, and gives it a small bite before ramming it back forcefully into that wet pouty mouth. My dick is shoving insanely at my zipper. Fuck, does the bastard crave to switch places. Then reality strikes as the waiter blandly sets down a dish of hot chocolate decadence that I’d gladly ignore just to be held in Rylie’s mouth another moment. With a wink, she kisses each fingertip then uses one of them to slide the spoon across the table toward me.
“Feed me,” she commands seductively.
I break open the soufflé and steam rises off the molten chocolate. Taking a generous scoop of cake and darkly molten center. I lift it to my mouth and blow softly, letting her know that this is in store for every pore of her silky skin. I hold her gaze stapled in mine as she trails the tip of her tongue around her mouth, slowly preparing to receive me.
When I approach with the spoon, her eyes roll back as she opens up. The movement of her tongue on the spoon as she sucks sends my cock insane with hunger that has nothing to do with chocolate cake. And I nearly lose it when she swallows.
I’ve lost all desire for eating anything but Riley’s dripping folds. I feed her over and over until one last mouthful remains on the plate. Realizing I’ve made her eat the entire thing, Riley grabs the spoon from me. Without dropping her teasing stare and moves, she fills the spoon with the last morsel and lifts it to her mouth to blow.
As she travels it across the table, I close my eyes and open wide. And wait. I’m dying…
She giggles and when I open my eyes, the spoon is in her mouth.
“You tease,” I say.
“You can punish me later, Major Daddy,” she says without a shred of remorse.
