Page 13 of Brazilian Fantasy
“Let’s eat on the deck,” he says.
I follow him out and set the cake down on the small café table. Lucas sits across from me and our knees touch, but neither of us pull back. I take a sip of wine, and he relaxes in his chair.
“What do you like to do for fun?” he asks.
Fantasize about the hot guy I’m babysitting for.
I shrug. “I’m in a bowling league.”
“Bowling? Really?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t strike me as the kind of girl who likes to bowl.”
“What kind of girl do I strike you as?”
“Someone with a little more of an adventurous soul.”
“You’re not wrong. I used to do a lot of fun things in college. Now I’m just working hard to get ahead.”
“Do you like your job?”
“I think my business degree could be better utilized.” I angle my head. “Why all the questions? Are you just now trying to figure out if I’m fit to take care of Maddie?”
He laughs. “No. I wanted to know more about you.” I’m about to ask him what he likes to do in his spare time, when I realize he has so little of it. Dammit, I wish things were different for him, wish he could find happiness in life again.
He picks up his fork and redirects. “So you and Maddie made this, huh?”
“Death by chocolate. It’s an American thing,” I say, and he laughs.
He grabs a big forkful and slides it into his mouth, and I stare at those kissable lips as he licks them. Holy hell. I’m never going to survive this. By the time he eats the last bite, I’m going to be a puddle on the deck.
He moans in appreciation, and another burst of need rockets through me. Is that how he’d sound when coming deep inside me?
“Piper, this is amazing,” he says as he slides the fork from his mouth.
“Orgasmic,” I say and briefly close my eyes as the flavor dances on my tongue. “Better than sex,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“You think this cake is better than sex?”
My lids spring open at the disbelief in his voice. “Ah, yeah, I guess.”
He goes quiet for a long moment then says quietly, “Then you haven’t been with the right guy.”
No shit.
I spread my arms, my palms up. “That’s why I’m here.”
“To find a guy who can give you orgasmic sex,” he says, a statement, not a question.
The grip on his fork tightens, and as his brow pulls together, he stares at his cake like it can fix all the troubles in the world. It’s chocolate, so I’m pretty sure it can.
“Maddie goes to her grandparents’ place tomorrow. How about you and I do some sightseeing?”
“That sounds like fun. I’d loved to take a drive around and see the landmarks. I’ve been really wanting to see Christ the Redeemer, Copacabana beach, Sugarloaf Mountain, and Corcovado.”
“We can do all those things, but we won’t be driving.”
