Feast on her

Alex pov.

After informing my friends that I wouldn't be joining them for the party, I enjoyed a dinner with Sarah. She had arranged a very romantic candlelight dinner for us, and I didn't regret staying with her because she looked stunning in that white tube dress. Only I knew how I was restraining myself from engaging in explicit activities with her over the dining table.

As we dined, she kept asking about my day while I gazed at her beautiful face. We had engaging conversations, and I enjoyed hearing more about her. I felt conflicted, wondering what was wrong with me.

A maid came and cleared the table.

"So do you want to have desert, baby?" I asked her.

"Yes, I love ice cream after dinner. What do you like to have as a dessert?" she innocently inquired, unaware of my preferences.

I gently held the nape of her neck and pulled her face closer, feeling her warm breath on my lips.

"No, baby, I want to have you for dessert," I whispered, releasing her nape and tugging at the corner