Page 67 of From LA to London, With Love

“Cheers!”

The food was delicious, and Sophie had gotten one of my favorite bottles of red to go with it. I’d never tell Mom this—to be honest, I didn’t think it was possible—but Sophie’s meatballs actually tasted better than hers. And Alfie was thrilled with the dog-friendly meatballs Sophie had put aside for him, guzzling them down even faster than me. For dessert, Sophie had made an apple tart.

“Now, I know you said at Cynthia’s that you liked fig and cherry tarts, but I decided to stick with the classic apple. But don’t eat too much. I’ve got another sweet treat for you afterwards,” Sophie whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

After we’d cleared the table and finished the rest of the wine on the couch, Sophie ordered me to stay put. I entertained myself by brainstorming Christmas present ideas for her while I waited. My curiosity grew as I listened to her bustling about in the kitchen and then walking up and down the stairs.

What was she up to now?

Ten minutes later, she came back and pulled the blindfold out of her pocket, dangling it in front of me with a cheeky look on her face.

“It’s almost time to put this back on, for that sweet treat I mentioned earlier.” She gave me a knowing smile. “But first, let’s go up the stairs.”

I followed her, anticipation building with each step. What mischief did she have planned? And damn, her butt looked good in those jeans. When she reached the top, she stopped me three stairs down so we were standing face to face.

“Just let me know if you’re at all uncomfortable at any point, and I’ll stop, okay? This is meant to be a purely pleasurable experience,” Sophie said.

I nodded. What the hell was she going to do? My pulse picked up pace as she pulled the blindfold gently over my face. She kissed me and then took my hand, leading me a few steps.

“Stop here,” Sophie said.

I stood in what I assumed was my bedroom, given the number of steps we’d taken, waiting. Standing blindfolded, not knowing what Sophie had in store for me, made my stomach flutter with a mix of nerves and excitement. I heard some rustling, and then Sophie, standing in front of me, took my hands and placed them on her butt. Her naked butt.

“Well, hello!” I said.

“Now, I’m going to undress you,” Sophie murmured, her breath tickling my neck.

She slowly peeled off my clothes, stopping regularly to touch me, to run her hands over my chest, pull her nails lightly down my back while her breasts pressed against me, sending tingles shooting through my body.

“Now, I want you to lie down.”

Sophie moved me back carefully, until I could feel what I assumed was the bed touching the back of my legs, and then pushed me down. The bed felt different. Had she put towels down? My mind started racing even more. Why would we need towels?

“Wriggle up,” Sophie directed.

I liked this bossy side of her. I did as I was told.

I’d never been blindfolded in the bedroom before. In the past, I wouldn’t have let myself be so vulnerable with a partner. But with Sophie, things were different. I trusted her completely. My body relaxed, ready to enjoy whatever she had planned.

Sophie straddled me and her hair touched my chest, and then her lips touched mine. Sweetness hit me—the smell of chocolate, the taste on her mouth—as we kissed. I couldn’t help but smile. She must have remembered me mentioning I liked chocolate play on the night of the premiere. Although in the past, the roles had been reversed, and no blindfolds were involved.

Sophie stopped kissing, and her weight shifted momentarily. Something warm drizzled over my pecs and stomach, followed by something cold.

With the blindfold on, all my other senses were heightened. Taste, sound, smell, touch. Everything had an intensity I’d never experienced before. My nerve endings were on high alert, the warm and cold drizzles sending them into overdrive.

Her soft lips began following the chocolate drizzle down my body. Kissing and licking it, stopping every so often to come up and give me another sweet chocolate or cream kiss.

I had a burning desire to rip off my mask, cover her beautiful body in chocolate and ravenously lick it off. Screw it. I reached up to take off the mask to do just that, and she playfully slapped it.

“Uh uh. You need to wait your turn. Lie back and enjoy.”

Put in my place, and even more turned on by her bossiness, I followed orders, surrendering myself to the pleasure.

* * *

Two hours, and a lot of chocolate and cream, later, we were naked, sticky, and maskless, still catching our breath.

“Ah, that was amazing! And good call on the towels.” I propped myself up and surveyed our bodies, covered in remnants of chocolate and cream. I couldn’t resist running my hand over her stomach and chest. I licked my lips. “Mmmm, it looks like you still need a bit of cleaning up.”