Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Crystal said, “I’ll tell Francesca what we’ve chosen. It’s a beautiful menu. All this food is paid for. Why don’t you take some of it?”
Mila spied the chocolate fudge cake and thought how much Hersch might enjoy it, so Crystal had the staff cut about a quarter of the cake, wrap it up, and put it in a box for her to take home. She waved away the rest of the food, but that chocolate cake was calling to her. She left first, got in her car, and as if on autopilot, drove straight to Herschel’s place. Then, as she sat in her car outside his house, she thought, What am I doing? I can’t just show up on his doorstep with cake. So she called him.
He sounded delighted to hear from her. “How did the tasting go?”
“Really well. In fact, I’m outside your house with a cake sample.”
He laughed. “What are you doing calling me? Come on in.”
She took in the cake, and they headed to the kitchen, which, second to the bedroom, was becoming their favorite room.
“I have more good news,” she told him. “My only appointment tomorrow afternoon canceled. If you still want to spend the day with me, I’m free.”
“That is excellent news.”
“Almost as excellent as this cake. It’s so good you have to try it.” As she opened the cake box, he reached for forks, but she stopped him.
“I don’t think we’re going to eat this with forks.”
He grinned down at her. “Okay, then.”
Keeping her gaze on his, she reached in, scooped up a chunk of chocolate cake with her fingers, and fed it to him.
“Oh my, that is good,” he said. “I never allow myself treats. Is this what I’ve been missing?”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, pulling off a creamy cherry and popping it into his mouth.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured. Then, reaching for the box, he fed her a chunk of cake. She felt the icing melting against her lips and licked them slowly, seductively. She reached for him, not caring that she was smearing cake crumbs on his jeans. Before she knew it, he was slipping off her dress. She felt it flutter to the floor in a puddle.
“Nothing is sweeter than the taste of you,” he murmured, licking her neck, then her collarbone, and then finally releasing her breasts from her bra and licking her nipples. She shivered with a pleasure so deep it felt primal. She let herself melt into his arms and moaned as he continued to strip her naked. Suddenly, he stood back and then dropped to his knees. With a sexy grin, he reached for the cake and smeared some icing on her navel. Using his tongue, he gently licked it off in circles, making his way down, farther and farther, until she was trembling, no longer able to support herself.
He scooped her up then and laid her back on the kitchen counter. She let her eyelids flicker shut and concentrated on the intense waves his mouth was giving her. Her body was sticky—from cake and from his mouth and from her own pleasure. There was something extra hot about him being fully clothed and her naked. She felt more worshiped than she ever had before, as though she were his Earth, and he was the moon, orbiting around her. It was heaven.
* * *
The next morning, Mila woke up Hersch.
He groaned. “What time is it?”
“Six a.m. That’s when the waves are best.”
He opened one eye, then the other. She kissed him, enjoying the tickle of his moustache that had become so familiar to her she could no longer imagine kissing a man without one.
“Tell me you’re not going to make me go surfing with you this early.”
“Come on, you did so well yesterday. We’ve got to seize the day.”
He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I injured myself.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Hersch, you got in up to your knees.”
“I think I stubbed my toe on a rock.”
She pulled off the covers and slapped his rump. “You’ll thank me afterward.”
He groaned but was soon dressed and had coffee on. They ate a quick bowl of cereal with coffee. This time when they headed out, she grabbed a boogie board for him. He eyed it suspiciously.
“It’s not surfing. You don’t go in deep water. We’re just going to play like kids.”
Then she put her surfboard back and grabbed a boogie board for herself as well.
While there were plenty of good waves out there, Mila resolutely turned her attention away from them, and she and Hersch ran up and down the beach, jumping on their boards and sliding like kids. Not even the dogs racing to catch balls were flying as high as Mila and Hersch on their boogie boards. She felt more carefree than she had in years.