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I was halfway finished with my water when she appeared almost right out of my
dream. Although she’d worn nothing but a smile in my dream, the reality was so
much better. She’d looked tastier than any snack I could have made. Her mocha skin
glowed in the pantry light. Sanya’s tank top clung to her body, her flat torso
enhancing her breasts. She is an hour glass. Her firm thighs begged me to nibble then

spread them.
If I’d placed her naked body on the kitchen island, she could have been my snack.
I’d smirked, satisfied with the idea. She caught me before I could fix my face, so I
made her privy to the safest thought in my head. It was amusing to know her themed
outfits worked all the way down to her underwear. I chose not to tell her that the big
anchor on the front of her little bikini cut panties looked like a fancy arrow. It was
directing all of me – fingers, tongue, face – to exactly where I want to be. Hell, I would
stick my big toe inside of her if it caught her fancy.

Luckily, she must have been tired and disappeared just as fast as she’d appeared.
I watched her retreating ass with the same reverence as a foodie watching a gourmet
cooking show. I would travel to a different state just to bite her ass.
My phone buzzes and kills my thoughts. It is best. I don’t need to be aroused
in a bar.

I fish my phone out of my pocket, eager to see who texted me. The negative
paternity test has erased any apprehension I had previously felt toward answering
my phone. I thought it would hurt more to find out that Amber doesn’t belong to
me. It doesn’t. I am a little sad, but relief overpowers it. My pulse doesn‘t spike
when my phone chimes anymore. It is freeing, and I am on the course to actually
being happy.
Sanya: Dinner is ready. Henri: TY. Be home n a bit. Sanya: K

My dick twitches. I know she doesn’t mean to give it a naughty undertone, but
that’s the way my horny brain receives it. I lightly pray that I will find her on the
dining room table naked…no, wearing nothing but an apron. I shake my head to
ward off another fantasy. I push through the crowd and climb into my SUV.
I know I will find real food on the table; I know she will be completely dressed.
I know she will be the same sweetheart she usually is. But, after I pull my car onto
the street, I stomp on the gas and floor it home. If there is a remote chance that she
is naked, I will not make either of us wait.