Page 8 of Her Chocolate His Bar

Her eyes dilated at my husky whisper, and heat sizzled between us.

Was it possible she felt it, too?

That unmistakable pull between the two of us? I didn’t believe in magic or fate, but fuck, this woman tempted me like no other.

“Yes, Sonny. I want you, too. Have for a while now,” she confessed—and at that exact moment, the whole entire world stopped moving.

Did I ask that out loud?

I must have. And her reply was everything I could have ever hoped for.

Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I lost myself in them for a long, drawn out moment until I processed what she’d said.

Somehow, some why this gorgeous woman wanted me, too. And I was more than ready to take our polite neighborly acquaintanceship to a whole new level.

Fuck yes.

With a barely contained growl, I recaptured her lips, reaching beneath her apron to pull down her pants.

Her hands were on the buttons to my shirt and my pants. I groaned as she ran her short nails down my chest and stomach to dip inside my jeans.

Her hand wasn’t big enough to fully circle my cock, but she had a good grip, and fuck me, I went cross-eyed when she offered a long, tight stroke.

“Not yet, baby. First, I get to play,” I growled, dropping to my knees in front of her.

Delani went to untie her apron, but I grabbed her hand. I’d been wanting to fuck her while she wore nothing but that bolt of red tied to her body for weeks now.

“The apron stays, but you can get rid of your shirt and bra,” I commanded, watching carefully as her eyes dilated with pleasure at my terse instruction.

Good girl.

She wasn’t going to fight me on this. Thank fucking god.

I wasn’t usually a control freak, but here, with her, I needed to be in command.

Otherwise, this would all be over far too soon.

My cock throbbed, precum leaking from my slit, just knowing she liked it when I told her what to do.

I wondered if she would take instructions during sex. Fuck. I hoped so.

I couldn’t wait to praise her with plenty of Good Girls and pats on her perfectly round ass.

If she was really good, I’d lick her pretty pussy until she begged for my cock.

As a matter of fact, why not start there?

“Lift your thigh onto my shoulder. Lemme see that pretty pink pussy,” I told her.

“Like this,” she whispered, her breathy moan more stimulating than I could ever imagine.

“Good Girl,” I growled, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Her hair was closely cropped over her pink slit, and I was relieved she wasn’t shaved naked.

I liked my women neat and tidy, but I also liked knowing they were women.

But one thing I had to admit was no other woman I’d ever been with compared to Delani or the feelings she was conjuring deep inside me.

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