Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
She squealed in delight when she spied the giant chocolate fountain, and I had to smile. The fountain was pretty cool, and it reminded me of coming here as a kid when my grandparents had owned the place, before they’d passed it on to my mother and father.
The resort had been renovated multiple times, but the dessert bar was always a staple. I hadn’t been back here for several years, but now I needed a dose of the nostalgia and peace it had once brought me. Though peace wasn’t likely on the menu as long as I was with DD. Invigorated was a better word to describe the way I’d felt since the moment she entered my periphery.
“This is too good to be true,” she said as she plated some strawberries.
I couldn’t have said it better as I once again found myself standing behind her, with my eyes planted on her tight bottom. I supposed this was better than constantly getting caught sneaking peeks at her breasts. I’d been pretty shameless about that, convincing myself it was okay so long as I looked and didn’t touch.
She made herself a plate of strawberries with a huge dollop of chocolate sauce in the middle.
“You’re not gonna get anything?” she asked.
She seemed to have serious concerns about my lack of interest in the dessert.
“I’m full from that cake,” I explained.
“Oh yeah. Almost forgot about the cake. But I had some of that, too. I don’t understand how anyone could refuse strawberries and chocolate. I don’t care how full you are.”
I shrugged. Refusing her was a lot harder than the damn strawberries.
We found a table and sat down. Then things took a turn I wasn’t sure I’d recover from.
Doris-Delores looked straight at me as she dipped a strawberry into the chocolate sauce. A moment after she sank her teeth into it, chocolate dripped down her chest into her cleavage. I might have thought it was accidental were it not for the mischievous grin on her face.
Blatant torture at its finest.
“You think you’re funny, huh?”
“Whoopsie.” She laughed.
My lips tingled. There was nothing I wanted more than to lick it off her, and I wasn’t sure what that said about me. But I was pretty sure the definition of hell was watching that chocolate drip down her skin and not being able to lick it off. My mouth watered as my pants grew tighter. The longer I spent with her, the less I could trust myself. Yet the guilt over my weakness was also starting to wane in favor of allowing myself to appreciate her company and see where this went.
I knew where it wouldn’t go: my bed. I’d already made up my mind that, come hell or high water, I wasn’t going to sleep with her. But I enjoyed being around her. I could do that, right?
In the spirit of enjoyment, I reached out my finger. Her eyes went wide.
“May I?” I asked.
She swallowed. “Yeah.”
I swiped the line of chocolate from her cleavage up to her neck and licked my finger. Her eyes followed my movements.
“Wow,” she breathed.
I licked my lips. “What’s that?”
“There might be hope after all.”
I chuckled. “Don’t get too excited.”
She lowered her eyes to my crotch. “You’re telling me not to get excited? I feel like the bulge in your pants says differently.”
“The bulge you speak of is the normal state of things. You can’t take credit for it.”
Her eyes filled with excitement. “Well, excuse me.”
She dipped another strawberry into some chocolate, then reached toward my mouth.
I opened and took a bite, catching some of the chocolate with my hand. Her feeding me was erotic as hell, and I was delusional if I thought this situation was going to end well. I needed to figure out how to get away from her, but I couldn’t imagine it. She was a dick magnet. Though it wasn’t just physical anymore. There were other reasons I was seriously attracted to her. She was funny, charismatic, and refreshingly honest. Well, despite lying about her age and name. Other than that, her honesty was refreshing.
“I’m enjoying your company,” I confessed.
“I’m enjoying yours, too.” She smiled.
“I know I’ve been toeing the line with you, but nothing more can happen beyond just hanging out, okay?”
“You feel the need to announce that for the umpteenth time after you practically licked chocolate off my body?”
“That’s precisely why I needed to announce it again. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”
“Oh sure,” she huffed. “Because it’s me who’s confused. You just stuck your finger between my tits and licked it.”
She had a point. My jaw tightened.
“Right.” I cleared my throat. “That’s what I meant. I’ve been pushing it, and I need to stop.”
“I heard you the first time. It sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself of something you don’t really believe.” She stood. “If it would make things easier for you, I can go back to my room. We don’t need to see each other again.”