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to tell him exactly how
I’d like to play with his magnificent cock. The dream I’d had of kneeling in
front of him in the elevator, taking him in my mouth, suddenly returned with a
vengeance. The flashback to it was so vivid that I was left gasping.
    And decidedly damp.
    My lack of an answer—at least verbally—didn’t seem to bother
him. He just grinned again, took a step back, and clasped my hand more tightly.
    “Come on,” he said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Chapter Ten
     

Emma
     
    How many surprises would this make, I wondered? So far, he’d
surprised me with a job, a place to live, and the hope that my life might at
last be turning in a better direction. Not to mention rock-my-world orgasms
more shattering than I had ever imagined could exist.
    So what could possibly be next?
    “There’s just one thing,” Lucas said as we headed south
along the avenue, away from the book fair and toward the Plaza Hotel at the
bottom of the park. “When we get inside, let me order for both of us.”
    “Okay, but you should know, I’m still pretty full from
breakfast.”
    “You can’t be, I ate all the bacon. Besides, you don’t have
to be hungry for what I have in mind.”
    Oh? What exactly might that be?
    I found out almost as soon as we stepped into the ornate
lobby of the Plaza Hotel just south of Central Park. The twenty-story French
chateau-style building that was a combination luxury hotel and condominium
residence attracted affluent visitors from all over the world. Lucas wasted no
time directing me past the legendary Palm Court where the city’s most powerful
society matrons gathered for afternoon tea.
    We passed through etched glass double doors into what had to
be the world’s most luxurious, crazy gorgeous ice cream parlor, as though the
set designers from Cirque de Soleil had been let loose to create a fantasy
somewhere between a Moorish palace and the Mad Hatters Tea Party. Wait staff on
unicycles, wearing colorful silk balloon pants and spangled vests, wended their
way around the marble-and-wrought-iron tables, delivering over-the-top
creations that made my mouth water.
    Lucas was right, this had nothing to do with hunger. It was
all about sheer, unbridled indulgence.
    “Do you come here with your niece and nephew?” I managed to
ask as I eyed a tray of the most extravagant milk shakes I had ever seen go by.
I could only hope that they were as decadently delicious as they looked.
    “Every chance I get.”
    We were seated almost at once, which made me think that he
really was known here. Lucas waved off the menu and said, “Bring us a fou au
crème and two spoons, please.”
    Of course the names of the confections were in French; how
could they not be in a place like this? I spoke the language but I was still
puzzled. I’d never heard of a fou au crème.
    “What’s a ‘fool in cream’?” I asked.
    “You’ll see,” he said and sat back, clearly enjoying
himself.
    So was I. The day that began with such unbridled sensuality
had taken a charmingly innocent turn. A walk in the park, holding hands, children’s
books, and now ice cream. I wondered what Lucas had planned for next.
    We chatted idly, more absorbed in just looking at each
other, until our order arrived.
     “You know the secret behind the most successful kids’
movies?” He asked as he handed me a long-handled silver spoon and picked up his
own.
    Staring at the luscious mounds of whipped cream topped with
glistening candied cherries that filled the crystal dish, I shook my head.
“What is it?”
    “They always contain adult jokes and references that go
right over the kids’ heads but keep the parents entertained. This is kind of
like that, too.”
    “How so?”
    “Dig in and you’ll find out.”
    I did so but cautiously, wondering what I’d discover. Quickly
enough I lost myself in the sheer deliciousness of the French pot ice cream,
made from custard rather than just milk, hidden under the fresh whipped cream
and