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“Is that graham crackers?”

“What you have before you, Ms. Vera, is a s’mores cheesecake with a graham cracker base and crumble, a torched marshmallow, and whipped cream. I wish I could take credit for this masterpiece, but Hart prepared the cheesecake.”

I gasped.

“Did you really, Sweet Hart?”

“I did,” he confirmed with a pleased smile.

I eagerly dug into the cake, and the moan I’d held back ripped out after the first bite. I closed my eyes, savoring the rich chocolate and sweetness from the marshmallows. When I opened my eyes, I found Hart staring at me intensely like I was the chocolate cake he wanted to devour.

If he were offering, I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten from the front to the back.

DeAndre cleared his throat and asked if we needed anything else.

“No, we’re good, D,” Hart answered, not taking his eyes off me.

He left, and I took another bite, suddenly feeling anxious around Hart. At some point during dinner, I found myself on his side of the table. I yearned for a clearer view of him, craved another enticing whiff of his mouth-watering cologne, sought to catch every word rolling off his tongue, and longed for the soft, accidental brushes of our legs beneath the table.

“Are you enjoying the cheesecake?” he asked, finally breaking the awkward silence.

“I am,” I whispered.

“I can tell.”

He reached out and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, and like the drunk, horny bitch I was, my tongue darted out and licked his thumb.

Why, why, why did I do that? I can’t take this anymore. We’re just gonna have to have the grown and sexy talk: I’m feeling you, you’re feeling me, let’s do this thing.

His eyes ticked down to my lips, and I had to hold back a shudder when the tip of his tongue dabbed his bottom lip, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He gazed back at me with imploring eyes, silently asking for my consent, and I nodded without hesitation.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled before cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

From his eagerness, I expected him to slam his lips against mine, but I was pleasantly surprised when his lips tenderly brushed against mine. The kiss was feather-light, and had I not known it was coming, I would’ve missed it.

He hesitantly pulled away, waiting for me to make the next move. I leaned in and pulled his bottom lip between my teeth. He whined when I nibbled on it, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I needed more.

I thrust my tongue between his parted lips and had to hold myself back from jumping into his lap when his hand grasped my throat.

Hart’s approach was no longer cautious and unsure as his tongue dominated my mouth. It slid against mine, lazy and alluring, and he drew me in nearer when he pressed his hand against my lower back.

My hand pressed against his thigh, and I jerked it away like I’d touched the eye of a hot stove.

“Don’t be scared, Vera. Touch me,” he urged, placing my hand back on his dick straining against his dress slacks. I already knew I’d have to break out the Epsom salt and heating pad in the morning.

But now that I had his consent…

I smiled against Hart’s lips when I squeezed his dick, and he moaned. He soon became putty in my hand when I stroked his stiff length through the fabric.

“Shit. Just like that, Sugar. Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.

Hart’s words and the tequila emboldened me to sweet-talk him a little bit.

“Is Sugar your pet name for me?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head and licking his lips as I rubbed him.

“I like that,” I said, whispering in his ear.