Tastes Like Chocolate: A Red Hot Valentine Story Read Free Page B

from
within me. The orgasm ran along my legs, clenching my toes. As my
mouth opened to scream my joy, he placed his over mine and we
exploded together.
    He brushed my hair back, kissing my cheek.
“Thank you.”
    Thank me? Oh no. “That was all you. I’ve been there when
I’ve had orgasms before. This was different.”
    “ That was the point.” He
laughed, rubbing my breasts and stomach. “I’m a son of Eros, God of
Love. You, and your aunt, asked for me. Here I am.”
    His voice, full of reverence, let me know he
spoke the truth. No other way a block of chocolate turns into a
man.
    “ I believe you.” There was
a tiny voice at the back reaches of my brain. I squashed it with a
glance at the body that pleasured me.
    He looked surprised. “That’s why I thanked
you. I’ve not been with a woman in a long time. I’m glad I was
chosen for you.”
    “ So am I.” All mine? It’s
a good thing I was lying down. I’d have fainted.
    He watched me shower. Then got cleaned up
himself. Dinner was done when he came out wrapped in only a
towel.
    “ I need
clothes.”
    “ I beg to
differ.”
    He smiled. “You want your friends to see
every time I’m hard for you?”
    Got me there. “No, we’ll get you clothes
tomorrow.”
    “ Tonight, we eat and make
love all night.”
    “ Yes.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    A week later, he was still there every day
and in my bed every night. I couldn’t believe it and yet, here he
was. My aunt verified the son of Eros story, as best a human witch
could confirm calling down a God.
    “ I have to report back.”
He stood over the stove making eggs. He was a great
cook.
    “ Back, where?” Gods
forgive me, I kept thinking Willy Wonka.
    “ To Eros. It won’t take
long. He’ll pull me up there to check and see how things are going
and I’ll be back here with you soon after.”
    How can anyone think with that ass, naked,
in an apron? “Okay.”
    He left that afternoon. My stomach did some
strange flips and threw my lunch back at me. Seated in the shop, I
barely noticed people walking by. All I kept thinking about was
Adonis. Had I had a weeklong dream relationship only to be
left?
    Angie showed up when I’d decided I’d been
duped. “Where’s caramel and delicious?”
    “ He had to go back to
Eros. Report in or something.” My doubts flew around my head
yelling ‘told you it was a dream’ as I tried to smack them with a
flyswatter.
    “ What’s up your ass? One
hour without him and you’re irritable.” She opened up her mom-bag,
pulling out tissues. “Wipe your nose. What did you expect? A god
shows up in your shop, sexing you up for a week, and you expect him
to stick around? I love you, Vivi but your fantasy life needs to
find a reality check. If he comes back, he’s yours. Until then,
enjoy the hell out of those memories. Telling me every single
detail of his lovemaking will help you.” Her eyes shone with
curiosity.
    Hearing it out loud hurt, confirming my own
insecurities. “Where are the kids?”
    “ Day care. Mommy needs a
massage.”
    Her favorite place was down the street. “I
should go with you.”
    “ Yes, hot smoking sex with
Adonis is stressful.” She poked me in the ribs.
    “ All right. He’s been a
gift. I’m waiting for the issue to come up. You know there’s always
an issue.”
    Rolling her eyes at me, she scoffed.
“There’s not an issue here. He was sent for you, made by you, and
fits you.”
    “ That sounds normal.”
Sarcasm made me feel better.
    “ Who pissed in your
cornflakes?”
    “ I’m enthralled when he’s
around. The rest of the world fades away. Then he goes and doubt
stomps on me.” This pattern wasn’t new; I’d developed it in high
school.
    “ Come on. Let’s go.” She
pulled me out of the store after forcing me to put on real ‘outside
people’ clothes.
    It was a short walk to the massage place.
Angie had a membership her husband renewed every year. His apology
for the twins gift. She wouldn’t trade her children