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Grant
After our dinner plates were swept away, decadent slices of warm chocolate cake with raspberry drizzle were delivered for dessert. I enjoyed watching Molly eat it so much that I didn’t even bother with my own.
“You’ve gotta try this,” she said around a mouthful of gooey cake.
I took a couple of bites, but food wasn’t what I was interested in right then. The ecstatic noises Molly was making as she enjoyed her dessert were sending what felt like nearly all of my blood flowing straight to my crotch.
After shoving my barely-touched dessert plate away, I steepled my hands and rested my chin on them as I openly watched her eat.
“What?” she asked when she noticed me staring.
She had a bit of chocolate on her cheek that I was desperate to lick off, but she was too far away.
“Do yo
