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Heat coursed through me from that one glance. I was in deep trouble.
"Should I try some of this boozy dessert now?" I asked, hoping to focus on something other than the way my pulse pounded in my ears every time she looked at me.
"Yes," she replied with an encouraging nod. "Let me serve it to you. Pass me a plate!"
I obliged, and she took the Tupperware to the kitchen, turning her back to hide whatever it was she was presenting.
I, of course, looked at the gorgeous, smooth line her neck made and the elegant, slim profile of her back in that black dress. I took a sip of my whiskey, wondering how on earth I was going to survive this.
"Now," she said, "get ready." She set the plate in front of me.
I nearly choked on my bourbon. "You’re going to present that to the interview panel?"
The dessert looked exactly like a full, round, soft, pair of chocolate breasts. Each breast was finished with a small, caramel-colored cookie nipple.
"What do you mean?" she asked as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "These are just two chocolate mousses, that's all. Finished with a caramel amuse-bouche."
"Where did you get a mold like that?"
"I didn't use a mold." Her eyes were as wide as saucers. "You think they look good?"
For someone who was ten years younger than me, Elara certainly wasn't lacking in nerve. It wasn't just her looks that attracted me. It was her charisma. Her personality. The risks she was willing to take. And yet, a voice in the back of my mind whispered that she was too young, too bright for someone like me.
"Good enough to eat. Only problem is, I don't want to ruin it with my spoon."
"You don't have to use a spoon if you don't want to."
I gawped as Elara bent down and took a bite from the right breast. She left a clear set of tooth marks in the mousse and took the tip of the nipple with her. As she licked the dark chocolate from her lips, desire surged through me, hot and heavy. I'd never wanted anyone the way I wanted her.
Somehow, I kept my eyes fixed on Elara's as I bent down to the dessert. I licked all the way up the left breast, taking off a line of the dark cocoa she'd dusted on top. Then I took the nipple into my mouth and bit. The flavor was intense, but nothing like the explosion of taste I got from the bite of breast I took next. Elara's cheeks reddened as I savored it: the liquor, the dark chocolate, the butter, the cream. Sweet but deep. Smooth but heady.
"That is fucking exceptional," I breathed, my voice husky with need.
The sun was setting behind her, casting a warm glow over the scene. The smell of salt from the ocean filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of chocolate and alcohol. And there she was, her perfect body sitting there at my kitchen table, sharing this intimate moment with me.
"Thank you, Cole," she replied softly. "I wanted to make something memorable."
"Well . . . mission accomplished."
"You know," Elara leaned in, "I've got one more thing I'm desperate for you to try." Her breath was hot on my cheek.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm. It's only small."
My breathing became ragged and shallow. She would taste so good. I already knew it. And my appetite for her was growing by the second. My cock ached in my pants, desperate for me to do something—anything—to get some relief.
"You want to know what worries me?" I asked.
"What?"
I knew I was about to cross a line, but I just couldn't fight it anymore. "If I have one taste, I might just want to eat the whole thing."
"That doesn't sound so bad. Like I said, it’s only small.”
"Elara . . . " My voice was barely a whisper as I looked into her eyes. "This is dangerous."
"I think we can handle a little danger."
