Frosting was good. In fact, it was extremely good when painted on Graham Weston’s body. But nothing tasted like the chocolate Sandra had spread on his fully erect member and which she was currently licking and sucking off the same. If his moans were any sort of indication, Graham liked frosting too.
With a final smack of her lips, she released his cock. “Yummm.”
“Tell me you haven’t done that with another man.”
A smile crossed her face. The statement was the first he’d given her that indicated he was interested on a bit deeper level. “Graham, is that jealousy I hear?”
“You bet your ass,” he hissed. “I couldn’t be your first, but I sure as hell want to be the last. I’d have to hurt another man who received such personal attention.”
Could it get much better for so early in their relationship? Confirmation that he wanted more than a night or two of sex? “You’re the only one I’ve tried that particular recipe on, Graham.”
The chocolate cake she’d scraped frosting from sat on the nightstand. The sensuous cop reached down and grabbed her arms, dragging her over his muscular body, his erection poking her in the stomach. Close, Sandra could see a wicked gleam in his eyes.