Page 25 of Her Chocolate His Bar

This woman was fun.

That was unusual for me. I never joked around with a potential girlfriend before.

Hmm. Girlfriend?

The word wasn’t enough. Delani felt bigger than that. She started talking about food, and I asked her questions and was surprised to learn more about her.

“Wow. So you trained as a chef, but went into chocolate?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. I guess I just loved working with it. There’s something wonderful about the different confections and flavor palettes I can work with.”

“I thought chocolate was just chocolate,” I said, letting my ignorance show and not minding a bit.

“Oh no, it’s so much more. First, I get all my cocoa from importers using certified fair trade cocoa farms. There is a terrible uproar over these places, where workers are abused, and no child labor laws exist. It’s tragic, really, so I try my best to be diligent and conscientious in where I get my products. I even get my produce from a successful New Jersey farmer. You know that guy who started that popular farm to table company?”

“No shit? That’s crazy. Yeah, I actually went to school with him, Jeremy Kent.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, he’s a year older. But anyway, I had no idea about the cocoa farms,” I told her, and I truly was shocked.

“Yeah. It’s not all strawberry cremes and raspberry jellies. You know, last month my bestselling truffle was pistachio saffron. Last summer, it was watermelon basil.”

“Really? Watermelon and basil? Pistachio saffron? Those sound amazing,” I told her, setting the table with our two plates.

“Thanks,” she whispered, sliding into the seat beside me.

We talked while we ate and shared a bottle of cabernet. By the time we finished, I was more than ready for dessert.

The glimmer in her eyes after I placed both dishes in the sink was enough to tell me Delani felt the same.

“Thank you, Sonny. Dinner was great,” she said.

“The company was even better. You know, Del, I really like spending time with you.”

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah, I do,” I said, grinning as I cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

She moaned softly into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, drowning in the sweetness that was all her.

Call me foolish or crazy, but I was already halfway in love with her.

My grip on her waist tightened, and all I felt was her soft heat wrapped around me.

Fuck.

I couldn’t be slow and gentle this time. I couldn’t take anymore teasing. I needed her, skin against skin, in the middle of my big ass bed.

Now. Right fucking now.

I lifted Delani in my arms, loving her squeal of delight as I marched her to the back stairs, the top of which was where my bedroom was located.

Once inside, I closed the door with the back of my heal and dropped her onto the mattress with a bounce.

Breathing heavily, I started unbuttoning my shirt, stopping when I noticed her staring at me like a deer in headlights.

“Strip now, Baby, or I’ll do it for you. I can’t promise that outfit will survive me though,” I said honestly.

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