Cherry’s Jubilee (Lunchtime Chronicles: Season 7)

Chapter 10

Cherry

“Oranges,” I say, and he makes a face. “What’s wrong with oranges?”

“Nothing, but that’s so ordinary. Your favorite fruit should be exotic. It should be passion fruit or papaya.” When I make a face, he chuckles deeply.

“Pineapple is a close second, and papaya is gross. What’s yours?” I ask.

It’s after two o’clock in the morning, and we’ve made love three times. Other than using the bathroom, we haven’t left his bed.

“I already told you. It’s cherry,” he says.

“You mean you were serious about that? I thought it was a come-on. I’ve been hearing that line since puberty.”

He growls, pulls me back on top, and grabs my butt again. He’s been doing that all night, and I love it. My greedy pussy loves it too, because it’s already getting hot again, but it’s sore. Anything other than kissing and touching will have to wait.

“I’ll find all these guys and kill them.” He bites the side of my neck. It’s gentle, but it sends me into a giggling frenzy.

“The jealous type, are we? I give you a little bit of sugar and you get all possessive. ”

“When it comes to you, I’m very possessive, and I want that sugar only for myself.” He leaves a wet, open-mouth kiss on my neck before he says, “I’ll be right back.”

Before I can move to let him up, he squeezes my ass, and when I finally do roll off, he jumps off the bed and leaves the bedroom. The room is dark, but the blinds are open, so the moonlight helps me to get a view of his firm ass.

While he’s gone, I lie flat on my back, stare at the ceiling, and wonder what I’m doing here with this man. I’ll do as he asks and spend the weekend with him, but I’m sure it won’t go any further than that, and I’ll be in no danger of catching feelings in the next forty-eight hours.

He returns moments later, still in his naked glory. He’s holding a bowl, which he sets on the nightstand. He slides back into bed and pulls me on top of him again. One of his hands rests on my ass, and he takes me in a rough, savage kiss.

“Favorite place to vacation?” he says against my mouth.

“Places I’ve been or my imagination?”

“A place you’ve been.”

“I went to Spain my junior year of college. Loved it there. My sister got married in Hawaii, and I loved it there too. The pineapple is amazing.”

“Mmhmm,” he says. “About that pineapple.” He extends his arm to his nightstand. “Look at what I have.” It’s a pineapple chunk. He puts it to my lips, but when I open my mouth, he moves it back and shakes his head. “Kiss first.”

I oblige and kiss him deeply, slowly, and thoroughly. His free hand caresses my back, and I suddenly feel cherished. I push the thought aside though. I can’t let myself catch feelings in the next two days.

While we kiss, I feel some coldness on my breast. “Ooh,” I moan as he swirls the pineapple around my nipple. “I like that.” He kisses me again, and I melt into him.

He breaks the kiss, flips us over, ending up on top. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks and bites it .

“So good,” he moans. “So damn good.” He bites me again, and I let out a little yelp. He puts the pineapple between my teeth.

Before I can eat the entire thing, he bites it and takes it from my mouth. “Your nipple tastes better,” he says. “Favorite restaurant? Favorite food?”

Each time I answer one of his questions, I ask him the same.

“Favorite ice cream flavor?” I ask. He grabs another piece of pineapple and swirls it around my other nipple.

“These breasts are just perfection.” He grabs a nipple and squeezes it. “Rocky road,” he says. “Yours?”

“Cookies and cream.”

“I’ll be sure to ask my staff to put some in the freezer. What do you drink in the morning?”

“A latte,” I say. “You?”

“Black coffee.” He rolls me off his body, and we end up on our sides facing each other.

“Your staff doesn’t bring you breakfast in bed, do they? If they do, they will get an eyeful.”

“Maybe an earful too, depending on what we’re doing.” I gasp in surprise, and he laughs. “You think I would let anyone else see this? Never.” He kisses me again. “Favorite breakfast?”