Then There Was You(68)

I took my chances. How often did one get to eat twenty-three karat, gold-covered almonds? Sure enough, they were exactly as Chris described them.

Before long, we were both slurping the ice cream off our spoons. The Tahitian vanilla was also just as Chris described it—absolutely delectable.

In fact, I’m pretty sure my taste buds trembled with exhilarating aftershocks, bite after bite.

Chris watched me licking up the creamy Tahitian goodness from my spoon, grinning. “I guess the people were right,” he said. “I don’t think my taste buds have ever felt this good, and apparently your mouth is experiencing its own little orgasm over there.” I could have sworn I saw him shudder slightly.

“So, how is the sundae?” the server asked with a knowing smile. She knew. She knew exactly the sensation my mouth was experiencing. I wondered if she felt like a voyeur watching people enjoy themselves over a bowl of pure perfection drizzled with chocolate excellence.

“It’s more than fantastic,” Chris replied.

Amused, the server said, “I’m glad you think so. Many of the ingredients are flown in from different parts of the world. That’s why we ask for a forty-eight hour notice.”

I glanced at Chris. He’d put notice in for this thing? “What would you have done if I hadn’t come to visit you this weekend?” I asked.

“I guess I’d be enjoying this bad boy all by myself,” he said with a sly grin, “and I’d have to name it ‘masturbation with a spoon’ instead.”

Laughing, I envisioned him savoring this exquisite delicacy alone. I felt jealous as I imagined his tongue enjoying this kind of sweet ecstasy all by itself. In retaliation, I scooped up the last bite of ice cream and shoved my spoon in my mouth before he had a chance to protest. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes while my taste buds relished the last lingering moment of sublimity. When it was over, I opened my eyes and leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table. With a satisfied smile, I whispered, “That was amazing… thank you.”

The wide-eyed look on Chris’s face was priceless.





Damn, that was hot.

I’d watched her as her eyes rolled back in her head, enjoying the moment. Her tongue had flicked out and licked her full, pink lips. I had to curb my desire to lean across the table and kiss her. A jolt of adrenaline had shot through my body as I watched the muscles of her throat constrict, quietly moaning while she… swallowed.

She looked at me with that deliciously sinister gaze and I could feel the blood rush from my face, heading south.

“Uh… you’re welcome,” I stammered. Jesus, you sound like an idiot. I attempted to change the subject. “So, uh, have you ever been to a Broadway show before?”

“No.” She shook her head, her eyes sparkling. “But I’ve always wanted to.”

I rubbed my palms together eagerly. “Well, tonight’s your lucky night.” I didn’t realize the weight of my words until they were already out of my mouth. Shit.

“Really? You’re serious? Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth then asked, “Which show?”

I grinned. “Phantom of the Opera.” I’d taken a guess when I got the tickets, hoping she hadn’t already seen it. The website boasted that it was the longest running Broadway show to date, so I figured why not see a classic.

“I’ve always wanted to see that show!” She looked like she was about to faint with pleasure, and it had me wondering what else could make her do that.

I wasn’t entirely thrilled to sit through those ridiculously long hours of singing and dancing, but I’d gladly do it with her. Maybe in the spring she’d return the favor and accompany me to a Yankees game. Listen to yourself. You’re already thinking six months ahead.

Suddenly, I blurted, “Do you like the Yankees?”

“Like them?” she asked wide-eyed, feigning shock. “I love them. Derek Jeter… he’s…”

She finished her sentence, but I didn’t hear it.

All I heard was my heart shouting, Will you marry me?

But my brain kept my heart in check. Don’t get ahead of yourself, dumbass.

“Maybe in the spring I can take you to a game,” I suggested, grinning like an idiot. Who are you? I asked myself, disgusted that I’d found myself dropping my guard so easily.

She beamed at me, and I felt like I was about to melt to the fucking floor. “I’d love that,” she said excitedly.

“Great.” I nodded and turned away before this girl turned me into a puddle. “You ready to reach the point of no return?” I joked, using the title of a song from the show, a little something I’d picked up from the website where I’d ordered the tickets.