Swallowing reflexively, she allowed the creamy liquid to roll down her throat in a flood. Opening her eyes, she took another long slurping lick, and then rubbed the remains of the white stuff from her lips with an eager tongue in what had to be obvious rapture. “If that is how you eat ice cream, maybe I am batting for the wrong team.” At his words, Brie laughed and her gaze landed on one of the most delicious men she had ever known. He’d also happened to be her best friend for the past ten years and one hell of a dresser. Murphy Lawrence, sadly, was also strictly into men. Shame. She swirled her tongue around the spoon drenched in ice cream again. The things I could do with that bulge in your jeans would make you rethink that life choice. Realistically, her longtime crush on her gay best friend was something that would never be fulfilled. Especially since, like so many of her friends, he enjoyed a successful relationship. Whereas she only succeeded in molesting ice cream.
