WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES)
he said, pulling out a chair.
I did, coat off now. He poured wine, red and rich. We ate—steak, veggies, all fancy. He talked about work, deals he was closing. I nodded, sipped, but my mind wandered to his hands, how they'd feel on me later. After the main course, he brought out a box of chocolates. "Dessert." He fed me one, his fingers brushing my lips. It melted sweet on my tongue, with a hint of something herbal. "Special recipe," he murmured. "To heighten things."