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half-lidded eyes. His lips also were swollen and red from our ministrations, and his breathing was fast and shallow. I wanted to ask why he stopped, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt his huge erection pressing against my bottom and wanted to run my hands over it.
"If I didn't stop, I would have taken you right here on the couch,” he murmured.
I wanted to tell him I was all for that, but that was a little too blunt, even for me.
"You deserve a bed made of silk and velvet for when I make you scream with pleasure."
He brought his face so close to mine, I was sure he was going to kiss me. His breath drifted over my skin, the smell of champagne on his lips making me feel drunk with lust. I heard myself make a little sound to his comment, and then his lips descended on mine again in a soft, gentle kiss. He lifted me off his lap and held my hand as he led us out of the room and into a grand dining room.
"I hope you're hungry. Hunter is an exquisite cook."
I must have looked like I was in shock, because frankly, I was. How could he just go from one thing to the next? My body was still on fire, my pussy so saturated I wanted nothing more then to impale myself on his cock. I took a calm, steadying breath and looked around the room. My gaze finally settled on the large oblong-shaped table. The thing could easily seat twenty people, and was exquisite. There were two place settings, right across from one another. “Hunter?” I didn't know who he was talking about, but I assumed it was a butler or servant.
"Hunter is my dear friend. I've known him for ages, it seems. He enjoys cooking, and is marvellous at it, but has no one to cook for anymore."
I was confused by his statement. I wanted to ask why this Hunter fellow just didn't cook for the two of them, but maybe there were underlying factors that made that situation unworkable.
"When I informed him you were coming tonight, he all but jumped into the kitchen to prepare a tantalising meal for us."
I smiled and let him escort me to one of the place settings. He pulled the chair out for me and folded the napkin over my lap, like a true gentleman. I wasn't used to such chivalry and was flattered he'd treat me with such respect. My body was still humming with pleasure, and I hoped after dinner we could pick up where we'd left off. Kerian took the seat across from me. I heard soft music start to play, something classical, or maybe it had always been on and I just now noticed it. Taper candles were on the table in front of us, making the crystal of our glasses cast rainbows across the pristine white linen tablecloth. I looked down at my place setting and took note of the variety of utensils that lay in front of me. I didn't know what half of them were for, aside from the fork. I heard Kerian chuckle and glanced up at him. He was staring at me with his mouth quirked up at the corners. I felt my face heat as I realised he knew I had no idea what any of the things in front of me were for.
"Just watch me, Ashliyn. Half of them are just for show."
I nodded, but couldn't get my damned blush to subside. A door opened and I turned. A man entered holding a silver platter. From across the room I couldn't see him very well, but as he came closer, I realised he was elderly. His hair was snow white, but immaculately styled. If I had to guess, I say he was in his seventies, but the way he walked and held himself suggested he was as young as forty. He set the platter in front of us and smiled at me.
"Ashliyn, this is my very dear friend Hunter Caldwell,” Kerian said.
Hunter walked around the table and picked up my hand. I thought he would shake it, but he brought it to his lips and kissed the back.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady. I'm so happy Kerian has brought you home for dinner. I hope you enjoy the meal."
I smiled at him and assured him I would love it. His eyes were the purest blue colour I'd ever seen, or maybe it was just because his skin was so fair and his hair
"If I didn't stop, I would have taken you right here on the couch,” he murmured.
I wanted to tell him I was all for that, but that was a little too blunt, even for me.
"You deserve a bed made of silk and velvet for when I make you scream with pleasure."
He brought his face so close to mine, I was sure he was going to kiss me. His breath drifted over my skin, the smell of champagne on his lips making me feel drunk with lust. I heard myself make a little sound to his comment, and then his lips descended on mine again in a soft, gentle kiss. He lifted me off his lap and held my hand as he led us out of the room and into a grand dining room.
"I hope you're hungry. Hunter is an exquisite cook."
I must have looked like I was in shock, because frankly, I was. How could he just go from one thing to the next? My body was still on fire, my pussy so saturated I wanted nothing more then to impale myself on his cock. I took a calm, steadying breath and looked around the room. My gaze finally settled on the large oblong-shaped table. The thing could easily seat twenty people, and was exquisite. There were two place settings, right across from one another. “Hunter?” I didn't know who he was talking about, but I assumed it was a butler or servant.
"Hunter is my dear friend. I've known him for ages, it seems. He enjoys cooking, and is marvellous at it, but has no one to cook for anymore."
I was confused by his statement. I wanted to ask why this Hunter fellow just didn't cook for the two of them, but maybe there were underlying factors that made that situation unworkable.
"When I informed him you were coming tonight, he all but jumped into the kitchen to prepare a tantalising meal for us."
I smiled and let him escort me to one of the place settings. He pulled the chair out for me and folded the napkin over my lap, like a true gentleman. I wasn't used to such chivalry and was flattered he'd treat me with such respect. My body was still humming with pleasure, and I hoped after dinner we could pick up where we'd left off. Kerian took the seat across from me. I heard soft music start to play, something classical, or maybe it had always been on and I just now noticed it. Taper candles were on the table in front of us, making the crystal of our glasses cast rainbows across the pristine white linen tablecloth. I looked down at my place setting and took note of the variety of utensils that lay in front of me. I didn't know what half of them were for, aside from the fork. I heard Kerian chuckle and glanced up at him. He was staring at me with his mouth quirked up at the corners. I felt my face heat as I realised he knew I had no idea what any of the things in front of me were for.
"Just watch me, Ashliyn. Half of them are just for show."
I nodded, but couldn't get my damned blush to subside. A door opened and I turned. A man entered holding a silver platter. From across the room I couldn't see him very well, but as he came closer, I realised he was elderly. His hair was snow white, but immaculately styled. If I had to guess, I say he was in his seventies, but the way he walked and held himself suggested he was as young as forty. He set the platter in front of us and smiled at me.
"Ashliyn, this is my very dear friend Hunter Caldwell,” Kerian said.
Hunter walked around the table and picked up my hand. I thought he would shake it, but he brought it to his lips and kissed the back.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady. I'm so happy Kerian has brought you home for dinner. I hope you enjoy the meal."
I smiled at him and assured him I would love it. His eyes were the purest blue colour I'd ever seen, or maybe it was just because his skin was so fair and his hair
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