“Well, I have some exciting news I just couldn’t wait to share. But what is all this?” I ask, gesturing at the table before me.
He grins.
“Sweetheart, I wanted to surprise you. I have a full sushi spread for us tonight. I even set up a sake sampler. I thought it would be a fun evening,” he says mischievously.
“That was really sweet of you. Thank you,” I say trying to sound just as excited. But I’m not sure if I can even eat sushi? I know I definitely can’t have sake while pregnant because alcohol is off-limits. What about raw fish? I pause for a moment. My worry must be written across my forehead because he steps back and quirks his head at me.
“What’s wrong? You love Japanese food,” he says, showing concern. But before I have a chance to come forward with my news, Shane gets a wicked look on his face. “If you don’t want to eat the sushi, Luce, that’s okay. Actually, I ordered this sampler for a very specific purpose. It’s made with special sticky rice so that I can eat it off your naked body,” he smiles wickedly at me. “Sound good?”
I bite my lip in anticipation. I really should tell him I’m pregnant. But the thought of him eating raw sushi from my naked body has me titillated. Besides, our sex life may change drastically once I start growing. I’m sure my body will change in all sorts of unexpected ways, and who knows? The news itself may even change the dynamic of our relationship.
I sure hope it doesn’t, but I decide to revel in this one last sexcapade just in case. Smiling coyly, I unzip my dress, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Then daintily, I step out of my lacy bra and panties so that I’m nude except for my high-heeled sandals.
“Are you ready, Daddy?” I purr.
His blue eyes flare.
“I’m always ready when it comes to you, sweetheart. Up on the table. There you go.”
Waggling my bottom at him, I climb up on the dining room table before lying down. Then, Shane begins to layer me with the decadent sushi rolls. He places one on my collar bone, one between my breasts, one on my navel, and finally one right on my pussy.
He sits back to look me over, kneeling with his legs spread over mine.
“I know which one I’m starting with,” he growls, already desperately hard in his pants. Placing his hands at my navel, he dives in lips first for the sushi roll placed over my pussy. He skims his mouth above me for a moment, just breathing on my slit, and the sensation is so tantalizing that I can’t help but let out a deep groan.
“Amazing,” he rasps, looking up at me. Then gently, he eats the sushi off my pussy before pausing to lick my wet hole. I moan, cupping my breasts and spreading my legs wider for him.
“More,” I plead. “Oh god, more.”
Shane’s eyes flare, and he pushes my knees up a bit before diving in again. His tongue is buried squarely up my snatch when suddenly, I hear the latch on the front door click. Shane doesn’t hear anything because he’s tongue-deep in my wetness, savoring the honey sliding down his throat.
Then, my worst nightmare comes true.
“Shane, are you home, buddy?” A male voice echoes throughout the penthouse, easy and relaxed, but it’s far too familiar.
“Oh shit!” I whisper-scream. In two seconds, my dad is going to see us. Two steps, and the voice will be in the room with us. I try to push my man off me, but the alpha male’s shoulders are broad and heavy, and it’s too late. Damon’s caught us, and it’s all over now.
11
Shane
My oldest friend walks around the corner, his easy, relaxed gait skidding to a stop when he sees us. I don’t blame him. After all, I’m kneeling over his very young, very naked daughter. Her lushness is on full display, from those creamy breasts puddled on her chest, to the fact that my tongue is buried deep in her snatch. I can’t help it. There’s nothing like the taste of Lucy’s pussy, and I’ve become addicted to her honey.
But this is an awful discovery for Damon, obviously. He stands there for a moment, a look of shock on his face.
I should move. I should act. I should start explaining. But for once in my life, there’s nowhere to go. There is no bullshitting my way around this. I just royally fucked-up everything that means anything in my life. Not only am I going to lose my best friend, but I’m going to lose Lucy too.
A shatter stirs us to movement. I guess my friend brought an expensive bottle of premium whiskey over, but his fingers lost their grip in his shock. It crashes onto the floor and shatters to a million tiny glass pieces, alcohol spraying everywhere. It’s the loudest noise in the world, and it brings us back to life.