His hands trailed urgently over her curves, his thumb pressing into her flesh before he cupped the hem of her dress and cast her a smoldering look. She swallowed, hard, as passionate eyes captured hers.
Oh, boy!
He tossed the ruined berry into the trash and grabbed another from the bowl on the counter. After tucking himself beneath the high countertop, out of sight from any patrons should they happen by, he tapped on her thighs. Feeling wild and wicked, she gave in to impulse and widened her legs as she glanced out over the beachside bar. Dear God, what would she do if someone sauntered up to the hut for a drink? They might not be able to see Jared beneath the teak counter, but the color blooming on her cheeks and her rapid breathing would surely raise their suspicions. Despite that, she couldn’t stop if she’d wanted to. Truthfully, she’d never done anything so sinful before—so deliciously, excitingly sinful.
Without preamble, he pressed the cool berry to her thighs and trailed it upward, coming perilously close to her damp panties. He sensuously brushed the fruit over her flesh, then placed it between his teeth. With one quick thrust, he ripped the lace from her hips. She gasped and gripped the counter, but that gasp turned into a heated moan when Jared leaned forward and swiped the cool strawberry tip against her clit. “Oh. Sweet. Lord,” she cried out in heavenly bliss. Buried between her legs, Jared spent a long moment running the berry over her swollen clit, then pulled it from his mouth and squeezed until the cool, sweet nectar dripped over her pussy.
“How many strawberries until it gets really creamy?” he asked from deep between her thighs.
She was holding the counter so tightly, her knuckles began to turn white. “Just one, Jared. Just one,” she managed to get out.
“Maybe I’d better check.” He inserted one finger. “Mmmm, you’re right. Very creamy indeed.”
Oh, bloody hell. Someone was coming. As she wrapped her mind around that very important fact, she whispered, “Jared…coming…”
He chuckled. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”
Breathing hampered, she rushed out, “No, Jared. Someone coming…counter.” She inched back, dipped her head and spared him a quick glance.
He moved his finger inside her. “I’m a little buried in something, babe. You’ll have to cover for me,” he murmured and scraped his thumb over her clit.
She was so turned on, moisture broke out on her body. A small bead ran between her breasts, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Heck, she needed him to ease the ache inside her more than she needed her next breath, but someone was approaching quickly, and she was hovering on the brink of an orgasm, barely able to form a coherent thought. “Jared…” she whimpered, not sure she could actually pull it off.
Ignoring her protest, he ran the berry over her drenched sex, teasing her engorged clit one last time before plopping the fruit into his mouth. He took a bite, letting the juice drip over his chin. “I must say there’s nothing I like better than strawberries and cream.”
Oh sweet mother of God. Breathe, Chloe, breathe…
With exquisite gentleness he leaned into her and brushed his tongue over her pussy. Slow, tender laps that weakened her joints and turned her legs to pudding. Completely at his mercy, Chloe practically wept from pleasure as she tore her focus from him, and turned her attention to the middle-aged woman who’d just sashayed up to the counter.
Christ, it was most difficult to speak, what with Jared paying homage to her clit and all. “What…what can I get for you?”
Her customer pointed a long, painted nail. “Mmmm, is that strawberry daiquiri you’re making there?”
Jared pushed his thick finger all the way up inside her and Chloe sagged against the bar top. “Yes, it’s my specialty. It’s…oh, God, it’s good. Sooo goddamn good,” she murmured, and briefly shut her eyes as she pounded her fist on the counter. Jared’s finger moved in and out, in and out, taking her to the moon and back and derailing her ability to focus on anything but the heat rising in her.
The woman gave her an odd look. “Well if it’s that good, then I’ll definitely have one.”
Chest heaving, Chloe forced a smile, threw a handful of berries into the blender, and turned it on, thankful that the loud noise muffled the whimper gurgling in the depths of her throat. God, she had no idea that indulging in something utterly taboo while she served this customer would make her feel so deliciously wicked. Who knew that the risk of getting caught would elevate her passion to never-before-known heights? Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this, yet the other part—a part deep inside her—seemed to blossom from it. Who knew she was harboring such fetishes? Of course, her ex had never taken the time to discover them. He’d been too concerned about his own needs.
Thinking about her budding desires and concentrating on every erotic pulse of pleasure between her thighs, Chloe turned the blender off, filled a glass and slid it across the bar.
The woman took a small sip. “Mmm, delicious.”
With his tongue dancing over her sex, Jared inserted a second finger. Chloe began to sway, moving urgently against his probing digits. His fingertip brushed over the sweet bundle of nerves that always made her delirious and pushed her over the precipice.
“Yessss…” Chloe cried out, as an orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, her hot cream dripping into Jared’s waiting mouth.
“Excuse me?” the woman said.
Chloe’s mouth went desert dry and she struggled to speak. Flustered, she said, “Yes, it’s delicious. Very, very delicious.”
The woman narrowed her eyes in concern. “Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
Chloe waved a friendly yet dismissive hand. “Fine, just hot. But I guess that’s to be expected this time of year,” she
