“You were one of those clean-your-plate-before-you-get-dessert families, weren’t you?” he teased.

Her lips quirked. “Maybe. Aren’t most people?”

“Mama B always preached that, since life was uncertain, you should eat dessert first.”

“Then why did we just enjoy two perfectly grilled New York strips?”

“Because we need the protein to fuel tonight’s bedroom activities. And because I didn’t want my lovemaking to be overshadowed by the aftertaste of Dad’s apple crumb pie.”

She laughed. “I can’t fault your logic.”

He covered her hand with his. “You ever stop and wonder what if life isn’t about earning your way to pleasure? What if it’s enjoying it when it makes itself available to you?”

“Hmm.”

“That was some seriously deep philosophy, and all I get out of you is a ‘hmm.’”

“There’s another problem that arises if I start buying things for me and falling in love with windows and bathtubs and…” She looked at him. “Other things.”

“What’s the problem?” he asked.

“Then it hurts to walk away.” She was watching him, her expression unreadable.

He decided to lighten the mood. “I bet you five dollars that you’re gonna make us do these dishes before we head on into the bedroom for dessert.”

She eyed the plates in front of him. “Well, I do like clean dishes,” she mused. “But I also could use five dollars.”

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Maggie watched as Silas dipped a finger into his bowl and then swiped vanilla ice cream over her bare nipple.

“You’re insatiable,” she said on a gasp when he covered the bud with his hot mouth. Licking first and then sucking. She moved her bowl to the mattress and leaned against the pillows. She felt each long, lazy pull echoed in her sex, a place that felt empty and needy despite the explosive orgasm she’d barely survived an hour before.

He shifted higher on the pillow and pulled her onto her side.

“Your ice cream is going to melt,” she said, noting how shaky her voice sounded.

But Silas didn’t seem to care about melted ice cream. He was happy to enjoy it.

Once again, she watched his finger dip into the bowl and swirl. Without breaking contact with his mouth, he traced the ice cream over her other nipple. Around and around until a drip gathered at the tip. Only then did he move his mouth to that breast.

His tongue felt like fire as it lapped at her. Her fingers found their way into his hair, and she tugged on those blond curls until he did what she wanted. Fastening his mouth over the bud and sucking.