Wicked Games. Alison Kent
uncle works for my parents. He does lawns, theirs and several of their long-time neighbors. He put in my mother’s backyard pool garden.” She fluttered one hand expansively.
“Anyway, Izzy and her mother lived with her uncle Leonard for a while after her parents divorced, and he used to bring her along when he worked weekends. He’d take me with them to lunch at his mother’s diner, where her mother worked.”
“And it was original.”
“Yep. The whole long counter, the stainless-steel panels and spinning stools that Izzy and I had way too much fun playing on.” She shrugged, grinned. “They lost most of the original structure years ago during Hurricane Alicia. Anyway…” Ugh. Why was she rambling on?
Her cooking might not kill him, but she was definitely on the right track for babbling him to death. “That’s the extent of my diner-specific brilliance. And I really am sorry your concept didn’t work out. Nothing like starting off on the wrong foot, huh?”
Doug made a face as if blowing off her concern. “I suppose being the brunt of an inside joke didn’t sit well, but I’ll live. And I’ll hold on to the design.”
“And you should. You’ll get a chance to use it later. The railroad car idea sounds like a lot of fun. I can see the serving staff dressed like porters or engineers.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He pushed his plate away, rubbed his hands together with way too much glee and returned them to her legs. He tossed her robe open so that she was exposed from her toenails to her panties, before pulling the garment completely off her shoulders.
And then he reached for the papaya glaze.
Kinsey held her breath as Doug lifted the spoon toward her, and she curled her tongue to catch the sweet drizzle he poured. Except that he continued to pour even after she’d closed her mouth, dripping the sticky fruit glaze over one bare nipple before moving to the other.
Shudders rippled through her as she waited for Doug’s next move. Finally, he made it, leaning forward and lapping his way around one breast, from the underside to the upper curve before settling his lips over her tightly drawn nipple and licking her clean.
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