Page 231 of Devil’s Disciples

“So, what’s it going to be?” I asked. “Pie, or that?”

She lifted her gaze to meet mine and then shook her head, as if to clear it of impure thoughts. “I think I’m going to have to stick with the pie.”

“What?” I snapped back.

She flashed a guiltless smile. “My mouth gets me into trouble sometimes.”

“I want your mouth to get you in trouble,” I said. “Nine inches of trouble.”

“Men’s minds always go to sex.” She giggled. “I was offering to eat a pie.”

I slid into the booth. “You started this with your little sexual innuendo.”

“Like I said. It’s my mouth,” she said, feigning innocence with a half-assed shrug. “It often says what I don’t want it to.”

“My guess is that it says what you’re thinking,” I said with a flick of my hand. “And you’re too embarrassed to admit it.”

She picked up a piece of sushi but didn’t eat it. It appeared she was in deep thought. Deep thought about sucking my dick, I hoped. I decided a little encouragement wouldn’t hurt.

“Are you going to tell me that you don’t think about sex?” I asked. “Ever?”

“Never.” She tried not to laugh but did anyway. After recovering from the laugh, she continued. “The thought of sex never crosses my mind.”

I laughed. “You don’t fart, either, do you?”

“I’ve never farted,” she said, stone-faced. “I have no idea what it feels like to pass gas.”

“Well, I do fart, and I often think about sex,” I said with a laugh. “Not at the same time, though.”

She tilted her head to the side and gave me a curious look. “Have you ever thought about sex with me?”

“Are we being truthful?” I asked.

She grinned. “Let’s try it for a while.”

“The day we met?” I locked eyes with her and leaned forward. “I thought about bending you over the couch and hiking that little dress of yours over your waist.”

She covered her face with her hands and slumped into the booth until she all but disappeared. “What else?”

I grinned at the sight of her. My honesty was either embarrassing her or torturing her. It was exactly what she deserved. “You sure you want to hear it?”

She spread her fingers apart and peeked at me through the space between them. “Uh huh.”

I grinned a sly smirk. “Poking my dick in your pretty little mouth.”

“Oh God,” she moaned. “It’s the lips, isn’t it?”

“It’s everything about you, really.” I lifted my chin slightly. “Hell, I’m thinking about fucking you right now.

She swallowed heavily and then lowered her hands. Her face was glowing red from embarrassment. “Are you like this with every girl you meet?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“What. What uhhm. What…” she stammered. “What makes me different?”

“Everything,” I said flatly.

“Like what?”