I couldn’t help admiring the curvature of his ass as he bent down. Digging my teeth into my bottom lip, I said, “That looks really good.” “Wait till you taste.” I bet. Stop where your mind is going, Chelsea. I cleared my throat. “Pretty confident in your cooking skills, huh?” “Pizza is like sex. It’s hard to fuck it up.” Chuckling, I said under my breath, “I don’t really remember.” “That long, huh?” Heat permeated my cheeks. “I didn’t even realize I’d said that out loud.” He pointed to his ears. “Supersonic hearing, remember?” “That’s right.” “So, it’s been a while?” “Well, it’s going on a year since my breakup. I haven’t been with anyone else after him. And I’ve only been with two men in my life.” “Both at once, I take it?” “No.” Grabbing the napkin next to me, I rolled it and threw it at him. “It was only a book, Damien!” “You mean you don’t really want to be blindfolded and fucked in the ass with a cock in your mouth?”
