For Angelo(20)

“Brain freeze?” Angelo murmured sympathetically.

“Yes.” Gosh, her brain. She opened her eyes when the pain finally receded, saying awkwardly, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s nothing. You looked very cute while in pain,” Angelo said charmingly.

“Umm…” If it had been anyone else, she would have probably thought she was dealing with a psycho. But since this was her sadistic future lover, she could only smile weakly at him.

And that was when she noticed the milk marks around his mouth.

“You, umm—”

“What is it?” Angelo asked innocently even knowing full well what it was.

She pointed to his mouth.

He blinked. “What?”

“Umm, you’ve got milk there.” She circled her mouth to let him know where the marks were.

“Where?”

Perplexed, she pointed to his mouth. “There.” Where else would it be but around his mouth?

“Here?” He pointed to his cheek.

“Umm…” Could milkshake turn geniuses into idiots? She took a napkin from the holder and handed it to him. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He took the napkin and placed it on the table.

Oh. Maybe milkshakes could dumb certain people down.

She looked at Angelo and was even more confused when she saw he was laughing at her with his eyes.

And then Angelo leaned forward. “Can you help me?”

Become smarter? she wondered.

But out loud, all she said was, “Sure.”

“Can you lick it off, tesoro?”

She stared at him.

He stared back at her.

Did he just say—

Her jaw dropped open, but when he only gazed at her steadily, she finally found her voice, stuttering, “I couldn’t possibly…”

Angelo raised a brow, and his voice was sly when he asked, “Even if this is the second condition?”

Oh.

Her jaw snapped shut.

What. A. Sadist.

“If you want to stay with me,” she heard her fallen angel murmur, “then you should be ready to play these games with me.” His tone was light, but his gaze was serious.

“If you can do this…” His tone lowered, and the way he was gazing at her made Lane’s heart beat so loud she was terrified the entire diner might hear it.

“I can promise you we’ll play games like this…”

Her toes curled hard, and oh, she could feel her entire body starting to ache in a strange, painfully beautiful way.

“Every day.”

Oooooooh.

Gosh.

He was seducing her.

And she was being seduced.

She couldn’t say anything, could only swallow convulsively before she started to lean forward.

Angelo remained still, his gaze watchful and challenging.

Oh gosh, she was so close to him again, so darn close that the ache in her body grew, demanding for something that she didn’t know how to explain—

“But if you can’t do it…”

She watched in horror as his thin, beautiful lips parted, as if he was prepared to lick the milk marks off on his own—

Nooooo!

Her tongue was suddenly touching the corner of his lip, and she heard Angelo suck his breath in.

She was shocked, too, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She didn’t know how it happened, knew only that it had, and now there was no turning back.

Trembling with a mixture of fear and growing excitement, Lane slowly licked a circle around his mouth. She found herself gripping the edge of the table as she licked him, feeling like she needed to hold on to something to keep her upright.

Was she really doing this?

With so many people around?

And to Angelo Valencia?

There was only one answer to it.

Yes.

It was ‘yes’ to all those questions, and the knowledge that she had done it, at his request—

She suddenly felt reckless, and the way his silvery gaze glittered with need when she finished licking the last drop of milk emboldened her even more, and she heard herself say huskily, “I think I missed a spot?”

Angelo stared at her, and she held her breath anxiously, wondering if she had just turned him off. What if her shyness was his fetish, or what if he didn’t like overly aggressive girls—

Oh, this silence was so tormenting, making her body physically ache at the agony of waiting—

And again, Lane realized a few moments too late it was exactly why her fallen angel wasn’t saying a thing.

Her eyes flew to his, and his lips curved, like he had been waiting for her to realize he had been playing the sadist…because she was a masochist.

And then he was saying, “Yes, my Lane. I think you did miss a spot.”

Oooooh.

“I d-did?”

His heated gaze caressed her. “You should try again.”

And she did.





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He still hadn’t stopped grinning, and she still hadn’t stopped blushing.

“I can’t believe I did that.” The words came out an embarrassed wail even though it was already the seventh time she had uttered them in the past ten minutes.

“But you did, and I liked it very much, my Lane.” His voice was arrogant and complacent at the same time, and she quickly pressed her hands to her cheeks, hoping she could stop them from blushing.