Sweet Cravings by Eva LeFoy Read Free Book Online Page A

thought he’d fill me to overflowing and I cried out, my inner walls clenching. I floated in those delicious seconds before an imminent, mind-blowing orgasm. He thrust again, and the head of his cock bumped the entrance to my womb. The pressure unwound the tight coil of tension inside me. We both gazed hungrily into each other’s eyes like there could be no greater thrill—except maybe doing this slathered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce—and screamed each other’s names. We exploded in unison, right there on my kitchen floor.
    When he collapsed on top of me, a sweaty mess of hunky man, I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled him tight. Yes, he weighed a ton. Yes, crumbs were digging into my butt and spiders were probably tiptoeing through my hair, but I was happy. Happier than I’d been in a long time. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been missing. Farscape definitely did not come close.
    “You hungry?” he asked.
    “Starving!”
    He laughed and helped me up, and even brushed off my sticky buns. We ate dinner naked, standing in the kitchen, beers in hand, until he unwrapped the chocolate torte, and then we just had to make our way to the bedroom. Where, after another three hours of chocolate-enhanced lovemaking, we drifted off into sleep, satisfied and exhausted.
     
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    When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. Vanished like a cloud of powdered sugar after a cupcake-baking contest. The note on the kitchen counter stated, “Had to go, Max.” Not see you later, Max . Not, I’ll call you this evening, Max . Not…. Never mind. I got the picture.
    I stood there staring at the empty kitchen wondering what I’d done wrong as my heart sank in my chest. He could have said something to let me know he’d changed his mind about spending time with me. Saturday mornings were always my sleep-late, stay-in-pj’s, and eat-breakfast-in-bed times. I had hoped to share my laziness with him. But, I considered sadly, as a lump the size of a hard-boiled egg slid down my throat, maybe he hadn’t wanted to share it with me. Maybe it was just the sex he wanted. Was he just exchanging pastries for sex ? To top off my misery, the phone rang, and I answered without checking the caller ID.
    “Violet….”
    Groan . “Hi, Mom.”
    “Vi, it’s ten a.m., are you not out of bed yet? What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
    I rubbed my forehead and grimaced. “I’m fine. Really. Just slept a little late is all. What’s up?” God how I dreaded to know.
    “I wanted to know what you’re doing next Saturday night. We were thinking of having you over for dinner.” She paused for a moment, as if considering her words. “There’s something we want to talk to you about.”
    Eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pondered the many unhappy paths this could go down. Funeral arrangements for instance. Not that I hadn’t wanted to send her to an early grave at least once or twice. “What? Do I have a long lost stepsister or something?”
    “No…it’s…well, you’ll hear about it when you get here.”
    “Just tell her, for God’s sake,” my dad yelled from the background. He was probably watching the game, beer in hand, wondering why his wife didn’t get to the point. That was dad. Always a straight shooter. Mom…well, she meant well. Sometimes.
    Mom must have put her hand over the mouthpiece, because the next part came out muffled. “I will not tell her. How else can I get her to visit?”
    She had a point there. I cleared my throat. Loudly. The line crackled back to life.
    “Vi? Your father and I were just discussing the time. Is four too early?”
    Never was too early, in my book. I twirled the phone cord between my fingers and pondered my excuse. Yep, modern times at my place. “Um…actually I think I’m busy.”
    “What? With what?”
    “I’m sorta seeing this new guy.” There. A little lie. Technically, I’d actually seen him. Three times to be exact. Didn’t that count for something? I closed