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February 14, 2013
February 17, 2013 @ midnight.
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She watched him sit across from her, easing back in the chair in the way that he does when he simply wanted to watch her. “You’re not eating any of this?”
“Not out of a bowl.”
Casi grinned before sticking her finger in the whipped cream and holding it out to him. He leaned forward, sucked it clean, and then fell back again. “How was your day?” she asked, reaching for a button on her blouse.
“Did you watch me?”
“You know the answer to that by now.”
A smile touched her lips as she opened her shirt. “But I like when you tell me.”
Conner lowered his eyes to her bra, red and embroidered intricately, enticing him to touch it. “I watched you tonight.”
“What did you think?”
“I think that most people would be appalled to know that I jack off watching the news.”
Laughter erupted from her as she tossed her shirt aside. “Yeah, you should probably keep that to yourself.”
When she stood and turned her back to him he reached up, eased the zipper of her skirt down and watched it fall. She kicked it aside as she met his gaze, demanding that he look at her as she released her bra. She dropped it and then slid down her panties and stepped out of them.
She hopped on the table in front of him, put a red stiletto heel on either side of his chair and spread her legs wide. From behind her, she pulled the banana split toward her and laid back. With a spoon, she scooped out a chunk of ice cream and dropped it on her stomach.
Conner grinned, watching her abdomen jerk in response to the cold. The frozen ball settled on her belly button and by the time she dug out toppings, it was starting to melt and run down her sides. He was tempted as hell, but he sat back, watching her create a treat for him.
When she was done, she lifted the cherry from her dessert, and dropped it on the pile of ice cream and whipped topping on her stomach. Looking at him, she smirked. “Bon appétit.”