MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.
The flavour was surprisingly good and creamy, tart blueberries bursting on my tongue but what struck me more, though, was how casually she shared the spoon with me.
“I wouldn’t know for sure,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I need more to judge the flavour properly.”
She turned to face me fully, spoon still in hand. “Huh? It’s blueberry—”
I didn’t let her finish. My mouth crashed against hers in a deep, hungry kiss, tasting the sweet berries on her lips and tongue.
My arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly what her little midnight dance and that smile had done to me.