Sylvie made her way into the kitchen, where the aroma of food lured her like Hansel and Gretel. She zeroed in a mountain of ribs stacked high on a silver platter resting on the soapstone counter top. Yum. She’d attended too many stuffy charity events lately where caviar was a staple on the menu. She just couldn’t resist some good old-fashioned hog. She grabbed a Styrofoam plate, loaded it up, and plopped onto a bar stool perched at the counter.
That was where Ace found her moments later—happily munching on spare ribs that practically fell off the bone.
“Mmm, can I get some of those,” he teased.
“There’s more over there,” she motioned toward the platter.
“I don’t want a lot, just a sample.”
The tone of his voice indicated he wasn’t referring to the food.
She grinned as he sidled up to her. Charmingly predictable. There must be some rule about eating ribs with a bare chested hunk in the host’s kitchen. She licked the thick flavorful sauce from her fingers. “Too bad,” she taunted. “You’ll have to find your own sample.”
Quicker than she could blink, Ace closed in on her and grasped her wrists. She watched, mesmerized as he licked the barbeque sauce from her fingers. His mouth was hot. His tongue, nothing short of talented.
Sparks of desire blasted through her. If this was the foreplay, she had to admit, she was damned ready to taste the main course. As Ace sucked and nibbled, heat pooled between her legs. Jeez, she would never eat ribs again without thinking of this moment.
A throat cleared in the background. “You know we have hand soap for that.”
Sylvie’s head whipped around to see an older woman walking toward the stainless steel Sub Zero refrigerator. Oh, God! Tyrek’s mom. How embarrassing.
“Uh, Mrs. Powers, were just…”
“Um hmm. I know what y’all were just…doing,” the shrewd matriarch admonished. “You and your boyfriend need to go find a room.”
Ace grinned. Sylvie wriggled free and shoved at his chest, not caring if she got remnants of the sticky sauce on his firm pecs.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, really?” Mrs. Powers opened a drawer on the fridge and lifted a tray of pre-prepared shish-ka-bobs out. “So, he’s just a one night stand, huh?”
Sylvie’s jaw dropped. She was so shocked she couldn’t say anything. The woman had no idea of how close she’d come to the truth.
Ace drawled. “I’m not a one-night stand, yet ma’am. But I have high hopes.”
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