Her Chocolate Fantasy (14 page)

I quickly looked at her and smiled
. “Sorry, it must be the heat from outside, but I really love this fudge. It tasted absolutely amazing. Um, I’d like to get a pound of it, please.”

I licked the fudge from my lips
, and when the girl wasn’t looking, I found myself licking the wax paper, too. Once I paid for my fudge, she handed me a white box wrapped with a nicely place red bow.

“Thanks for coming to Jane’s, please come again.”

When I got back to my hotel room, I immediately took out a small block of fudge and took a big bite. When I tasted that fudge once more, every part of my body was overcome with arousal. I had never felt a chocolate-induced sensation as intensely as I did that day, and the feeling hummed through my body as I continued to chew and let the fudge melt along my tongue. I found myself letting out a low moan and my eyes closed once more. Thankfully, I started to sit down on the bed at that moment, because when I took another bite, my nipples grew so erect they hurt. The feeling of euphoria stayed with me for over an hour after I had finished off that small block of fudge. I don’t know what was in the recipe that made me feel that way.

But
I had to find out.

So
, the following day, I went back to the shop and once again the same young lady was there.

“Why
, hello ma’am. Welcome back. Did you want some more fudge?”

“Actually no
. I really wanted to know what was in that chocolate walnut fudge you make. It was simple amazing.”

The young woman smiled
. “Well, I really can’t say. It’s a family recipe that only Jane and her daughter Valerie know about. Hell, I’ve been working here for four years now, and I still don’t know the recipe to half the stuff here. The majority is always a secret.”

“Can I get two more pounds
, please?”

I have to say that by the time I got home, I had gained about
fifteen pounds, but man was it worth it after eating that fudge. I ended up putting it into my fridge when I got home, and it stayed there for about two months, which for me was a record, because chocolate wouldn’t normally have stayed that long in my fridge.

I felt around in front of me and felt
Max’s thighs, and I sat up, making my way onto his lap, hearing him grunt a bit then chuckle. “Do you like the cake?”

“I love it, give me more…”

Soon, I felt my shirt being pulled off my body, and I raised my arms over my head. Those hands of his cupped my breasts, and he suckled one of my nipples while tweaking the other with his fingers. I found myself licking my lips, seeking scraps of the salty caramel. The tugs of his lips on my nipple made me instantly wet. His hands wrapped around my waist and up along my back, his fingernails raking my skin ever so softly.

The sensation was light but still it went right through me
, causing me to moan ever so slightly.I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, cradling his head in my hands while running my fingers through his hair. Even though I was blindfolded, my other senses seems to work overtime while I rubbed my face into his hair, smelling the faint scent of his shampoo. I loved how he felt, I loved how he smelled, I just loved everything about him, for he was mine and I was his.

“Are you going to take this blindfold off me or do I have to?”

“Keep it on until I let you take it off.” His kisses went up along my neck, which made me giggle a bit, because his stubble tickled my skin. Soft moans reached my ear, which only made me moan, as well.

“Let me help you off my lap
, baby.”

I
started to get up, and he held my hand and stood with me. He gave a little tug, and I followed along as he led me toward what had to be my bedroom. We walked slowly, so I wouldn’t bump into anything. After a moment, he let go of my hand and said, “Stay still.”

I stood there,
wondering what he was going to do next. I felt hands lightly run along my hips, as fingers moved underneath the band of my underwear. I could feel him sliding them down along my skin, down my thighs and legs, until I helped myself out of them and stood there completely naked.  He then said to me, “You can move forward; you are right in front of the bed.”

With my hands outstretched
, I moved forward, feeling the comforter of my bed as I slid on in and sighed from the feel of the cotton sheets against my skin. I lay on my back, wondering the entire time what he had planned for me. I have to admit that the moment was different than what we’d done before. I’d never been blindfolded during sex, so the experience was not only different but kinky as hell.

“Give me your hands,”
he commanded as his voice direct and to the point.

I held out my hands
, only to feel something being wrapped around my wrists.

My Max was getting kinky with me
, blindfolding me and tying my hands together. I knew we were about to have some fun. I could feel his weight shift in the bed for a moment, as he cupped my breast and continued sucking my nipple. I swear, I purred like a kitten as he continued where he had left off in the living room. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, but that was kind of hard with bound hands.

“My God
, you taste so sweet.” His tongue licked its way down the valley between my breasts, down along my stomach to my belly button, where he paused to give me a long, lingering kiss, which made me giggle.

“You like that
, don’t you?”

“You know it tickles.”
I could feel his hands cupping underneath my ass, pulling me up a bit as his tongue slowly worked its magic along my clit. I could only imagine how he must have felt about all that he had done, blindfolding and tying me up. I had to admit it felt weird, not seeing or being able to touch him like I wanted. I was at his mercy, as he made me moan and wiggle beneath his grasp.

The entire time
, I tried my best to get out of my restraints, but of course it was no use, and I’d just rub my wrists raw if I kept on trying. But I was able to maneuver a bit until my fingers reach his head, and I ran them through his hair while he ate me out.I liked my lips and then gasped when I felt him sucking my clit. My toes started to curl as the tension slowly started building up to a fever pitch.The more I whimpered, the more he ate me, continuing to hold onto my ass.  I heard his moans mixing with mine, and I knew he was enjoying himself just as much as I was enjoying him.

“Oh
, God, don’t stop!” I found myself shouting while my body started convulsing and grinding up against his tongue with each lick. His grip on my ass tightened, which made the feeling going through my body even hotter than before. But then he did something that I didn’t think he was going to do… He stopped.

Oh
, no, he just did not stop when I was about to come
.

“What the hell!”

I heard him laugh uncontrollably as he shifted in the bed, felt his weight lying between my legs. His thrust into me was demanding and deep, causing me to catch my breath to the point that I ended up laughing a bit.

“You sly devil
.”

He hiked me up a bit in the bed by grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me forward. Soon
, I felt my hands being raised and held over my head while his hips collided with mine. I could hear his moans against my ear when his cheek nuzzled against mine.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look right now
, Ms. Alexander?”

I smiled
. “Tell me, you know I can’t see a thing here. But I would love to hear you tell me.”

“You’ve never looked hotter than you do right now. Every part of you looks luscious enough to eat
. I can’t keep my eyes off of your body, your beautiful curves, your smooth skin, and full, tempting lips that I love to kiss and nibble on.” His lips quickly kissed mine, while his hips moved deeper into me with each slow thrust he made.

God th
e man just didn’t know how he made me feel when we were together, whether it was out and about on the town or in bed. He always made me feel like a queen. So loving he was, with his words as well as his touch. I had never thought I would be with the man of my dreams…

“Do you know how much I love you
, Sarah? Do you know how much I can’t get enough of you?”

The motion of his hips
continued, and when I rested my head back a bit, I could feel his teeth bite into my neck.
Oh, God
…I wrapped my legs around his waist, slid one of them along his back and ass. The grip he had on my bound wrists started to tighten, and this let me know he was getting more into our love making like I was.

“I love you so much
, Max,” I cried out, hearing his muffled moans against my neck.

“Oh God
, I love you, baby.” He moved his mouth against mine, and we moaned in unison.

Even though I was blindfolded, you should know that my eyes had completely rolled back
in my head when I hit that orgasm. My fingers cramped upand I tried my best to grasp something, but no, I couldn’t grab hold of a thing. Every part of me just continued to convulse and vibrate underneath him.

Chapter
Fifteen

“So, are you excited about this weekend?” Darla asked.

I was drinking on my coffee from the break room to wake me up a bit. It was doing the trick
, even though I had to admit I was still sore after the other day with Max. He had me tied up for the longest time, having me every which a way. And you know what? I honestly couldn’t have been happier that he did, because I got to have my way with him afterwards but only after all of his lovemaking, which I really enjoyed the most.

We did absolutely nothing
after that…except quietly lie together in bed.

I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying
, but here is what I mean…

After making passionate love with that special someone
, and depending on how you are positioned afterwards, which for us, I was lying on my back and he was on his side. He had his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me softly against him. I could hear him softly breathing against my ear, because his face was right up against my cheek. It was a soothing sound that I loved more than anything—other than the sound of him talking… But just hearing him breathe was beautiful. You know for a fact you are in love when you enjoy how they breathe and you seem to notice that it’s different than anything else you’ve ever heard before. This was how it was with Max and me, and not just last night, it was like this every night we were together. We could never get enough of being around each other, and I planned on spending my life with him, that’s for sure.

“Very much so,
” I told Darla. “We have everything planned for the weekend. But two days after that, he’ll be gone.”

“But you’ll be together before you know it.
These next couple of weeks, you’ll be busy with work, and then getting ready to go to New York, and time will fly right by.” Darla assured me.

I knew she was right
, and I just had to make the best of the time Max and I had together now. I wouldn’t see him, however, until that Friday, as I wasn’t able to get off on Thursday like we had planned.It had been ages since I had gone down to the beach to see the ocean. I knew I was going to enjoy it, because I had planned on going with the man I loved.

“I know
, and I am trying my best not to dwell on that fact he’ll be gone soon, even though it’s something that will eventually happen.” I took another sip of coffee, letting the soothing taste of sugar and butter pecan creamer hit my senses to wake me up a bit. I took a deep breath, licking my lips once I felt the hotness of the coffee hit them. Once that phone started to ring, however, I knew it was back to work, but of course, I had to ask Darla, “So how are things with you and Erik?”

She smiled,
and then for the first time ever since I’ve known her, she blushed and giggled like some school girl.

“Let’s just say it’s been all good
, that’s for sure. Like you, I can’t wait for the weekend.”

I answered the phone and started
my day with a very aggravated woman from up on the eighth floor. “Do you know I’ve been waiting since Monday for that file, and I haven’t gotten it yet? Now they told me to call you to see if you have it.”

“Hold it now, let me see if I have it before you jump down my throat.
” I looked on my computer, quickly typing command after command, as the woman, who hadn’t even given me her name, continued yelling at me. I ended up muting her after a while, because I was not going to start off my morning with some crazy woman yelling in my ear. After finding her file, I sent it to her email and unmuted her to hear her still ranting on.

“Listen, I found the file
, and I sent it to you. If you need anything else, please call someone else.”

Click went the phone
, and I took another sip of coffee.

“What in the hell was that she was going on about?” asked Darla.

“Did you hear her all the way over there?” I was shocked, because I had the earpiece on. “I didn’t think you would be able to hear her.”

“Was that Vivian?”

“I don’t know who it was; I never did ask her name, and she was yelling in my ear the entire time about how she was tired of looking. She’s up on the eighth floor, she said.”

“Yeah
, that must be Vivian. She doesn’t do a lick of work, always calls other people to do things for her instead of her doing them herself.”

Honestly
, I have to say I really wasn’t going to miss any of this. For instant, the constant calls, people yelling in my ear about files, always having to find files myself and yelling at stupid people who didn’t have a clue. I knew I would miss the friends I had made over the years, like Don, and of course, Darla, but as far as the calls and the yelling, there was no way I would end up missing any of that crap. I looked over at what was now Max’s empty office—he had gotten the same folks that cleared out his apartment to clean out his office. The only thing there now was a lone desk, an office chair, and a computer. “Do you know who they are going to move into Max’s office now?”

“Probably won’t know an
ything until next week,” Darla said, still eyeing the monitor in front of her and typing away nonstop. “Probably some older guy, you know. They love bringing those older men to the office, the ones who think they know everything but don’t.”

We both snickered as I continued on with my work.

Today was going to be a long day.

* * * *

Lunch couldn’t have come any quicker than it did. I honestly couldn’t wait to leave. I planned on going to see Charlotte and the babies and take her something good to eat. She had told me what she had wanted from the Stone Soup Kitchen over on Woodward Avenue, her favorite place to eat. She’d asked me to bring a cup of their Hungarian mushroom soup and a Lil’s favorite sandwich, which had avocado, lettuce, tomato, sprouts, and Dijon mustard on whole wheat bread. I had to admit, when I first tried it, I was immediately as hooked as she was on the sandwich.

When I got to the hospital
—after taking the bus, since Max was going to be busy for the remainder of the day and I had to fend for myself for a while—I found her sitting in her bed like she’d been the last time I saw her. She looked fresh and lively, even though she was just watching television. But when she saw me come in, her face immediately brightened up with a smile.

“Come in
, come in!”

I went and put everything I had on the small tray table and
then gave her a hug. “You look good. Have you slept any today?”

“Yeah
, I did, and it felt good to be able to get some rest last night. Andre is back at the shop working, but he calls me every so often to check up on me. Bless him, he didn’t want to leave me, but I told him he needed to go because sitting up here with me looking at these four walls wouldn’t bring in any money. Plus, I think I needed sometime to myself, you know. Did you bring my stuff for me?”

“Yes
, I did, ma’am.  Your soup and your sandwich are here and ready for you to eat. I also brought you some ice tea.”

“You are a gem amongst gems
, Sarah. So, are you getting ready for your weekend with Max?”

“Yeah
, I am, just not ready for when he will be leaving out two days later. I think that’s going to be the hardest part of all, even though I’ve been trying to prepare myself for that moment. When the time comes, and I see him off, then I’ll probably go home, have a good long cry over it, and then try to make the best of it until we meet up in New York.” I took a bite of my sandwich, still thinking about all I had just said, knowing deep down, I really wasn’t going to be prepared for it regardless of what I was saying.

“So
, what are you guys going to be doing on your weekend together?”

“What do you think?”

I smiled and she smiled right back. You have to understand something about my friendship with Charlotte. After so many years, we knew each other well, and I was able to talk more freely with her than anybody else. “I have two words for you…Human Sundae.”

“No way, you’re going to do it
?”

“We had a long talk about it
, and he told me he wanted to make my dream come true, so of course, we plan on doing just that this weekend. I already got the chocolate from the shop; I just have to make sure everything is ready for that night. I honestly can’t wait to see this place Max’s friend has. He’s been telling me all about it, and it sounds so nice. We only have to go down the steps to be able to walk along the beach. He told me he will make us a small fire nearby, that sometimes, when his friend would have parties there, they would build a fire and just sit and talk and play music. So we will see what all he has planned, but what I have planned for that one night will be something we both will never forget.”

“So
, when do you leave?”

“
We were supposed to go on Thursday, but we will leave on Friday after work.”

“That’s tomorrow
, you know.”

“Yes
, and I am nearly packed, just a few more things to do, and I’ll be ready for the weekend and Max.”

“I know you will have a wonderful time together
. I swear I’ve never seen you happier than I have seen you lately. I mean,you’ve gone out with a few guys since I’ve known you, but ever since you’ve gotten with Monsieur Max, I’ve seen a change in you, one I would have never thought to see. It’s like you’ve changed, but not for the bad, but for the better. I think Max has been the one for you for a very long time. I’m just glad you got together. Plus, there is your dream of becoming a chocolatier and eventually owning your own shop. When you open for business, Andre and I will be there, along with the babies, for your grand opening, for sure.”

I smile
d, and we both continued eating our lunch, making small conversation about my weekend with Max.

Max picked me up from work, stopping off by the grocery store to pick up stuff he was making for dinner t
hat night. When we got home and put things away, I went to change out of my clothes and into something comfortable.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Max asked me
, while tenderizing some steak.

“Yeah
, I’m all packed up. Just have to make the chocolate sauce, let it cool, and then put it in the bottles for my sundae.” I gave him a kiss on the lips when he smiled.

“I can’t wait for that night
, but boy, it’s going to be gooey.”

“It’s going to be slippery,” I said
, as he took me in his arms.

“And it’s going to be pretty sticky too.” He kissed my forehead.

“Hell, that’s the best part, getting to lick all that chocolate off each other.We can roll around in bed, rub up against each other. Now, go and finish up with those steaks.” I quickly moved away, because I knew any minute now, Max would have me up against the refrigerator.

“Yes
, ma’am.” He gave me a silly salute.

I laugh
ed and went to set the table for dinner.My Max is an amazing cook, so let’s just get this straight here. I’ve never had a man make me a snack, much less cook a full-course dinner. And if I ever asked a man to cook for me, he would look at me like I was crazy or something. Either that or he’d attempt to make something that consisted of opening up a can of soup, sticking it into the microwave, and saying, “Dinner is ready!”

Max
, however, cooked meals and cooked them like he was some classically trained chef. He knew exactly what he was doing when it came to being in the kitchen along with the fact that, yeah, he was just that amazing in bed.

“You know
, I’ve been meaning to ask you how you got to be such a good cook.”

“So, you like how I cook
, huh? Well, you can thank my granddad for that, because he was a chef who owned his own restaurant in England. When I use to go and visit, he would let me come into the kitchen and watch him and the rest of the chefs. I would watch and learn, and sometimes they would let me stand over the oven and cook some of the dishes.

My very first dish I cooked was a Lancashire hotpot
. It was really delicious too, had lamb, potatoes, turnips, and leeks all piled up in a hotpot and cooked in the oven for most of the day. Took a lot of prep time with the cutting of everything, but once it was all done and assembled, it turned out really good. My grandpa was very proud of me that day, along with everyone else in the restaurant.”

“Sound delicious
.How old where you?”

“I think I was about fifteen
, but I had been cooking since I was about thirteen, really. Grandpa had wanted me to become a chef so I could run the restaurant, but I really wasn’t that interested in doing it. He was pretty upset, but my sister Renee decided to give it a go. She was a better cook than I was. So, she went to culinary school, excelled in it, and now she runs the restaurant. I would love to take you to England one day, so at least you can meet her and her family. I have a niece name Abigail and a brother-in-law name Sam, who works as an accountant.”