He’s now fully erect, perfectly situated under my wet, aching core. Trying to maintain my control, I find myself panting, breathing hard and fast with even the slightest movement.

Vic reaches for another treat—a small pastry drizzled in warm caramel. I go to take a bite, but as he brings it to my lips, a slow, sticky trail of caramel drips down my chest, between my breasts.

A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You trying to start something you can’t finish, Ms. Kind?”

I swallow hard. “Maybe I want you to finish it for me.”

Vic smirks, then slowly licks the caramel from my chest. His tongue drags over my heated skin and trails the sticky sweetness between my breasts.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the stiffened peak.

“Oh, fuck,” I exhale, dragging my fingers through his hair.

Vic releases a muffled groan. His lips latch, suck, and tug while his hand dips between my thighs, finding me soaked, ready, and desperate for him.

He presses his thumb against my clit, circling and teasing, while his fingers slide in just enough to make me whimper and clench.

“Ride my hand, Kerry.” He commands, his voice so deep and raw it sends a pulse of heat straight through me.

And I do. I rock my hips onto his thick fingers, chasing the slow, deliberate friction he gives me, needing more.

Vic watches every move I make. His eyes flicker between my parted lips and where I’m riding his hand.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, his other hand gripping my waist, guiding my movement. “Just like that. Take what you need from me.”

His fingers sink deeper, stretching me open and hitting the spot that makes me break.

A sharp cry slips past my lips as the intense orgasm rushes through my body.

“There she is,” he praises. “That’s what I want.”

I gasp, my nails digging into his arms, but he’s not done.

Vic pulls his soaking wet fingers from inside me, reaches for the whipped cream, then dips his fingers in, bringing them straight to my mouth.

“Taste,” he demands, his voice husky and raw.

I part my lips, and he slides his fingers inside, pressing them against my tongue. The sweet cream mixes with the taste of me, and I whimper, sucking greedily, licking every last bit from his fingers.

Vic groans, his erection straining against my soaked lingerie.

“Fuck, Kerry,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from my mouth, my lips swollen and wet. “You’re so damn sweet.”

He flips me onto my back and spreads my thighs. I barely have time to catch my breath before I see it—the bowl of melted milk chocolate in his hand.

Vic drizzles the warm chocolate over my stomach, letting it drip lower and lower until I let out a sharp breath. My nerves sizzle as the chocolate pools between my thighs.