Dessert
“Tiramisu, please.” Hell, after compiling financial reports all damn day and being stood up, I deserved a little sugar. “Would you like coffee?” “Yes, thank you... decaf black.” As the server turned to walk away, I felt a velvety swipe on the back of my neck. Jon bent his six foot two frame at the waist, dry-kissed me on the mouth, smiled, and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want any cream and sugar with that decaf or a little caffeine with that coffee? You may need some endurance insurance for...
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