Chocolate Temptation

by Aurora Rose Lynn

  Charlie brushed non-existent crumbs from her strapless, burgundy dress. They’d shared a piece of iced cake for dessert and the sweetness remained on her lips.

  It was approaching eleven. The restaurant’s lights were dimmed, and Charlie suspected the place was closing down for the night. There was only one problem. Now that they’d had dinner, where did they go for sex?

  Edgar coughed discreetly behind his hand. “Here we are, the two of us. Alone.”

  Wasn’t that the truth? “We can’t go back to my place. My daughters might come at any time,” she said much too quickly.

  Edgar nodded in agreement. “We can’t go back to my place, either. My son.”

  She gave a heavy sigh. Where did the judge go for sex? Their gazes met.

  “We could return to my chambers. We wouldn’t be interrupted there,” he exclaimed, giving her a blatant wink.

  Charlie twirled the wine glass’ stem. The light bounced off the crystal, creating sparkling rainbows. “I suppose since we began there, we could end there.”

  The briefest of pained expressions flitted across his eyes before his features became impassive. He cleared his throat. “Right. We’re in this for the sex.”

  “Right,” she agreed as his eyes lowered to her breasts again. Could the crotch of her thin panties get any wetter? “Relationships can get messy,” she added as an afterthought.

  “As we both know.”

  They seemed to be at an impasse. Both wanted sex but where could they go without feeding the gossip mill? “This is harder than I thought. My chambers are too impersonal a place for sex.”

  Edgar’s gaze flicked to her face, nodded and smiled.

  “I mean since our children still live with us, we have to go elsewhere for sex,” she explained.

  He laughed softly. “I never gave much thought to this dilemma, never having encountered it before.” His hand edged across the table towards her wine glass.

  Charlie let go of the stem and clasped his warm fingers in her own. “You’re a good friend,” she whispered, squeezing his hand lightly.

  Silence fell.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve worked for him for a couple of years, taken his shirts to the drycleaners and pretty much acted as his housekeeper, but that doesn’t make me his friend.

  “Do you want to get a room?” he asked with a quirky grin. “I mean where else is there to go?”

  She immediately picked up on the innuendo. “Except a no-tell motel.”

  They both burst out laughing as they continued to hold hands. When they quieted, he gave her another wink. “We’ll stop at the supermarket and get chocolate, whipped cream and anything else you might care for then get the room. I know a nice hotel where they’re discreet.”

  Charlie appreciated his thoughtful suggestion. “Maraschino cherries, too.”

  His right brow ticked up again.

  “You can’t have a sundae without a cherry on top,” she quipped, with a big wink of her own.

  * * * *

  Edgar secured a suite for the night on the tenth floor of the Marriott, one with a view of the colourful city lights when the drapes were open. He felt twenty years younger with Charlie at his side. She was not only gorgeous but vibrant, funny, smart and totally sexy. He could definitely see spending the rest of his life with her.

  On the table in the kitchen area rested a brown-paper bag with not only with their sex supplies, as he’d begun to call the chocolate, whipped cream and cherries, but with potato chips, soda pop and candy bars.

  He closed the drapes then turned to face her where she stood in the middle of the living room. She was utterly radiant with the barest of blushes along her upper throat and cheeks. The burgundy of her dress suited her colouring to perfection, but she had a perplexed expression.

  He strode to her and stopped an arm’s length away. “You do want this, don’t you?” he asked, wanting to make sure she was okay with their arrangement.

  “Yes, Edgar, I want you,” she said in a hushed voice. “Very much.”

  “I’m supposed to be the experienced lover, but I feel like an awkward kid,” he admitted as a thunderbolt of need ploughed him in the gut.

  “I know what you mean. I’m feeling the same way. Suddenly shy.” She pulled the dress straps off her shoulders. The tiny pieces of fabric dangled under her arms.

  He cleared his throat. “I want to kiss you.” He suddenly felt hesitant, like a hormone-driven teenager confronted by the moment of breathtaking beauty.

  Her eyelashes veiled her pretty eyes before her gaze appraised him. The pulse at the base of her throat beat insistently. “I do, too.”

  What was she thinking? Had she found him lacking in any way? He was well endowed, so it couldn’t be that.

  Questions were useless. Time for some hot action.

  His arms wrapped around her waist. He took in her flowery scent and the musky scent of aroused female. She pressed her breasts hard against his chest and tilted up her face. “Kiss me, bad boy.”

  His erection nestled against her lower stomach. His balls were heavier than he ever remembered them being and his cock harder than a rock. Their lips met in a dance of primal give and take, tasting and savouring for long moments before they drew apart.

  Edgar didn’t know how in the hell it had happened, but he’d fallen in love with Charlie. It wasn’t a case of love at first sight, but a case of being with her every day, even if they were a large room apart.

  Chapter Four

  Edgar had undressed Charlie in the middle of the living room. She stood naked, every square inch of her skin tingling with awareness, aroused as his gaze roamed over her from her breasts to her mons and down her slender legs. Her knees quivered slightly with anticipation. He groaned, and she saw the appreciative gaze wander back up to her face.

  Her nipples beaded, her juices wet her thighs and her clitoris hardened, throbbing painfully. She wasn’t abashed about her nudity, but Edgar’s frank appraisal left her shuddering and in turmoil.

  He was a judge and here he was showering her with affection. Not that she didn’t want it, but she wasn’t quite ready. Hadn’t she told him she didn’t want a relationship? That she just wanted sex?

  Licking her lips and quelling her disturbing thoughts, she murmured, “I forgot to put the whipped cream in the fridge.” She headed for the kitchen area. It was hardly a surprise that he followed. She couldn’t hear his soft footfalls, but she sensed every lean, powerful inch of him behind her.

  She took the whipped cream in hand. Edgar grabbed it from her and gave her a mock evil leer. “I’ve been looking forward to this since this afternoon when a sexy lady came into my space and gave me some very naughty suggestions.”

  Charlie sucked in a breath. She had been awfully naughty, and that was part of who she was, but this one time, she hadn’t let it stop her, and she was glad she hadn’t. At the moment, Edgar was foremost a man, virile and handsome, and secondly, a judge.

  “I wonder who she could have been,” she murmured, raising her gaze to his. Her nipples puckered tightly as he closed the short gap between them, twisted the nozzle, and squirted the cream on her left breast. The warm whipped cream immediately slid down her nipple and onto the underside of her breast.

  Edgar leant towards her and flicked the taut bud with his tongue. His warmth contrasted sharply with the cool cream. Her thighs trembled, and she pressed the heated flesh together, as the sensation of a spiralling orgasm travelled through her. “That feels so good,” she whispered, spreading her fingers in his hair on the back of his head.

  “Hmm,” was all she heard him say.

  The delicious feelings continued. His tongue rasping against her nipple, his broad hands circling the small of her waist, his hot breath fanning her breast. She squeezed her legs tighter together, and shuddered with need. She was going to come right there and then.

  She whimpered. “Oh God, but I think I’m going to—” An orgasm racked the length of her body and blew her apart w
ith its stark intensity. It had her trembling and her knees quivering. The next thing she knew, he scooped her up and delicately laid her on the cold kitchen table.

  “Now for the chocolate part.” He opened a jar of the syrup that was supposed to harden on freezing ice cream and dipped in his index finger as he pursed his lips. His eyes glittered fiercely, giving her an inkling that he enjoyed treating her like a human ice cream cone. Slowly, he licked his finger, with a little, “Hmm, good.”

  He dipped it into the jar again, and this time offered her the treat. His eyes were narrowed and languorous. Charlie shivered at the potency within them, swirled her tongue around the chocolate and took his digit fully into her mouth where she sucked on it, loving the sweetness blending with the saltiness of his skin. Flushed, she grabbed his wrist. The tips of her fingers slid across cool, gold cufflinks. She imagined the cufflinks burning a cool trail along the flat of her stomach, and down into the fine hairs on her mons. Cool gold against burning flesh. She was so turned on at the thought, she groaned loudly and another orgasm tore through her, leaving her sweaty, breathless, and wetter than she’d been before Edgar laid her on the table. And she wanted more.

  “Can you do my pussy?” she asked, her gaze resting on his handsome face. His cock strained against his trousers, and she could hardly wait until she could indulge in a little chocolate and whipped cream on his erection.

  “I’m taking my time enjoying your tits,” he said, his voice quivering huskily.

  “But there’s another part of me that wants to be enjoyed,” she protested on the edge of a groan. Her hand fell to her side.

  He bent his head and licked each of her nipples in turn then sprayed more whipped cream on each and sucked each one again. Her areolas were painfully sensitive to the barest of touches, and she could see herself shooting off into an orgasm again. Her breasts, perhaps due to their size, had always been pleasure spots with a lover, but Edgar was so good with his tongue and his fingers that tweaked the nipple he wasn’t sucking on. Her thoughts were feverish thinking about his huge cock in her pussy.

  She lifted her knees until the soles of her feet rested on the table and splayed her thighs to cool off that hot, needy place. Edgar paid no attention as he erotically tasted his way between her breasts and down the flat of her stomach to her navel, each flick of his tongue languid and sensuous. She whimpered again, as she imagined sinking to her knees and sucking his rigid shaft with a little help from the sweet chocolate and cream.

  She moaned and grunted, “I never imagined whipped cream on my naked body could be so nerve-wracking.” If she grabbed his wrist again and guided his hand to her slick crevice, would he circle the pad of his finger over her burning clit and relieve the need slamming into her from every direction?

  Edgar jerked his hand free. “Your pussy will have to wait. I’m busy now.”

  Unable to see his face and his expression, she whimpered again. “Then I’ll do it myself,” she muttered, slipping her wrist against the inside of her thigh.

  “No, you won’t.” Her lover seized her wrists and tightly clamped them above her head. His mouth never left her stomach.

  She shuddered and the titillation of his lips skyrocketed. He was so good with his mouth, and she would bet he was good with his cock, too. Frustrated, she thought she tried another tactic. “Don’t forget the chocolate,” she reminded him. “That was the whole point of whipped cream. And cherries,” she finished in a whisper. Oh God, but she was out of control, so aroused and needy, she’d do anything to relieve the intricate dance between her longing and Edgar’s apparent reluctance to speed up her fulfilment.

  “We’ve got all night,” he told her without raising his head.

  “All night. Right,” Charlie muttered. She was out of control, and he had all night. Maybe by the time morning came, she’d be satisfied, but somehow she doubted it. She’d waited for Edgar for quite a while, and she wouldn’t easily be able to sate her need for him. Her daughters caused momentary concern but Celeste and Marly knew their mother was out on a date with the judge. They wouldn’t worry about her. In fact, each of them had given her a condom, one with bright pink hearts, which had come from Celeste, and the other with large ribbing.

  “You’ll never be able to use whipped cream again without thinking of sex, will you?” she murmured. Oooh, but he was raising the heat with all his licking. Up and down her stomach, across her breasts and taking especially good care of her nipples.

  Edgar was enjoying his exploration of Charlie’s taut body. He didn’t need the whipped cream. It was only an added inducement, and he wouldn’t have used it if it hadn’t been for her erotic idea.

  “I love your suggestion,” he whispered against her navel.

  Under his ministering tongue, she shuddered. Her head thrashed back and forth as she tugged her wrists that he held firmly in his grasp.

  He refused to be rushed and told her so. “I’ve spent way too much time dreaming about your tits for you to hurry me along. Don’t push me.”

  Her body visibly relaxed. “Oh,” she moaned.

  Charlie’s warm breath stole over his neck and fanned the fine hairs there. He shivered. “I’ve dreamed about you.”

  “You never told me that.” Her voice was a muted whisper. A premonition swept over him. If he didn’t quickly distract her, she might run off and that would be the end of the sex. Seizing her wrists, he raised her up from the table, stood to his full height and commanded, “Charlie, get down on your knees and make love to me. I want to know what making love with whipped cream and chocolate feels like.”

  Her head snapped back in startled surprise, and her eyes widened. “You’re the boss,” she replied quietly.

  “I know you wanted to try the combination out, so why not go for it?”

  The distraction was working. Her gaze had become incredibly hot.

  “Oh yeah, after you take care of me.”

  He chuckled. “I’m pulling rank, Charlie. I ‘am’ the boss, but in return for making love to me on your knees, you’ll never forget what I give you.” His tone conveyed a world of erotic meaning, and he knew that she understood him perfectly.

  With a tiny smile, she sank to her knees. “We’ll do it your way, but for the record, I’m hot and bothered and have the right to do with you as you please—within your guidelines, of course.”

  He nodded in agreement. “I’m not usually so pushy about what I want, but a man has needs, too.”

  “I bet he does,” she answered lightly.

  Charlie would have gotten to Edgar’s needs soon enough, but he was a man of his word, and she knew that after she gave him oral sex, throw in a dollop of whipped cream and a dab of chocolate, he would give as good as he got. She knew from her days in the courtroom that she couldn’t easily divest herself of her work as a bailiff in the same way Edgar couldn’t stop being a judge on his time off. Play and work often overlapped.

  He handed her the can of whipped cream.

  She shook her head. But she could still play within the rules. “I like chocolate before the cream.” Charlie unfastened his belt and unzipped his expensive trousers. She was looking forward to watching him squirm under her mouth. His cock bobbed over the elastic of his waistband. She pulled down his briefs, and her breath caught in her throat. He had a fine matting of hair for his cock to nestle in and his cock was huge and pulsing with need. The mushroom cap glistened with pre-cum. She sighed with pleasure.

  “My knees are shaking,” he admitted, his voice falling over her in a rich timbre.

  Hers were, too, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. Silently, Charlie slipped the jar from the table. She trembled with anticipation as she swirled her finger in the rich dark stuff. First chocolate and next the whipped cream. What a taste treat! And what did Edgar taste like underneath the sweetness? Smoky and musky, or distinctly salty? She’d soon find out.

  She dabbed the chocolate along the upper ridge of his shaft. He groaned loudly, and she felt his body shake from ar
ousal. Pressing her thighs together, she prevented her own orgasm from sheer force of willpower.

  Then she sprayed cream on the tip of his cock, momentarily masking the glistening moisture. She heard him murmur, “Charlie, you’re killing me.”

  Laughter bubbled up from deep within her. “I’m killing you? What do you think you were doing to me?” She didn’t wait for a reply, didn’t in fact expect one, and bent over his shaft and licked him once, tasting the fluffy cream and the heavy dark chocolate and the saltiness of the man underneath.

  Edgar huffed a sigh then she heard him draw in a sharp breath. Yes, she was getting to him.

  “Keep going,” he ground out urgently.

  “And if I don’t?” She tilted her head back and gazed at him. His expression was deliciously tortured.

  “Then I might spank you.”

  “You know, it’s been a while since anyone punished me,” she retorted then returned her gaze to his penis. She took him into her mouth again, licking him the same way a kid did an ice cream cone, slowly, exploring the flavours.

  His hands fell on her shoulders and kneaded the delicate skin erotically, sinuously, but she kept to her pleasurable task of driving him out of his mind. His cock throbbed in her mouth. She sensed he’d come soon. He was just as much on the edge as she was.

  Without warning, she found herself in his strong arms. Holding onto her tightly, he hurried into the bedroom. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered hoarsely.

  Watching him strip out of his clothes, she thought to argue with him, but what was the use? They both needed each other, so why fight it? Charlie scrambled onto her elbows and lifted herself up on her knees. She wanted him to take her from behind, a novelty to her as chocolate and whipped cream had been to him. Naked, he was scrumptious, a delicacy for her eyes.