Page 54 of Billionaire's Desire
She hesitates.
“Maggie,” I gesture towards my bed, “Can you please sit down?”
She follows my instructions, perching herself off the edge of the bed.
I walk over to the covered dishes and take out a side dish.
“Any allergies I should know about?”
She shakes her head.
I transfer some of the food from my plate to hers, then pass it to her.
“Snack on this as I order us dinner.”
“This is more than enough.”
I stare at the inconsequential meal on her plate, “Are you sure? I can get you food, Maggie.”
“I am okay. And that’s not why I came over by the way.”
“I should hope not.”
“I am so sorry,” her cheeks turn red.
“Don’t be, and let’s talk after we eat. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
She lifts a forkful of food to her sensual plump lips and I watch in fascination as the tines slip into her mouth, as her pink tongue slips out to lick her lips in satisfaction, as she swallows and groans in pleasure…
“Fuck, Maggie!”
She pops her eyes open and stares at me in confusion. “What?”
“Do you have to make those kinds of sounds right now?”
“What sounds?”
“The kind only derived from pleasure.”
“Max, I wasn’t doing that on purpose. I promise.”
“I know that, beautiful. I am just reacting to you doing absolutely normal things. To be quite honest, I find every single thing you do sexy.”
She giggles.
“I am so glad you find that funny.”
“I am just surprised.”
“Well, at least now you know.”
“Now I know.”
We eat the rest of our food in silence, seated side by side on the bed, with just our knees touching.
“That was amazing. Thanks,” she says as I pick the plate from her.
