Sitting on a modern white stool next to Simon, ensconced near shelves and more shelves of chocolate confections, she slowly returned to emotional equilibrium. Thighs still tingling, her sex still pleasantly aching, she shifted every so often to produce a thrill of sensation through her clit and up her spine. Though the circumstances hadn’t been ideal, the act itself had been amazing—a moment of abandon and excitement she’d never forget. Simon slurped the last dregs of chocolate from the bottom of his cup. “Better?” She nodded. There wasn’t much chocolate couldn’t cure and he was a wise enough man to know it. “Had you ever been to the MoMA before?” Fingering a piece of toffee in the bag they’d purchased, he lifted the candy to his lips and sucked off the chocolate coating. “Yeah. I used to go a lot.” “What’s your favorite painting?” She took a piece of toffee and scraped off the hazelnuts with her fingernail, leaving them in a pile he scooped up and ate. “Matisse’s Dance.”
