Chapter 17

Victors

I didn’t expect her to do it. My best guess would be that it was a reflex. She didn’t think about it too much and she just did it because, well, when you see the fingers that just fed you, stained with the sauce of the food, you lick it… clean off.

I try my best, and I beg you to believe me… I tried.

But I failed.

Blood rushes to my member faster than I can pull my fingers back and the same thing happens to her, the red liquid lights the path to her face instantly, giving beauty to the little freckles on her neck and face that would otherwise be almost impossible to spot.

“We have a Wagyu sandwich to prepare.” I bring her back to earth. I stare at her lips as I talk and watch her lick her lips clean off the sauce.

I want nothing more than to be the one licking the sauce off her lips with mine, but I don’t stare long enough to be suspicious in the kitchen.

The mere act of her licking my fingers drew attention, and I’m certain t