Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series Ainsley Claire (primary phonics books .TXT) 📖

look into her eyes. “Listen, I’m fine with you giving every penny you have to the Lancaster Foundation. I want to be sure you know that. I don’t make as much money as you do, but it’s more than enough to live very comfortably. Also, you should know I’ll most likely be supporting my sister for the rest of her life.”

Mia shakes her head. “I love the way you care for your sister, and I don’t care about what we have or don’t have. It’s not important to me. You are.”

I lean in to kiss her passionately, not caring that we’re standing on a New York sidewalk. “I love you.”

She turns pink. “I love you, too.”

The car pulls up, and we climb in.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Mia suggests. “I’ll show you how much I appreciate everything you said and did tonight.”

Something wakens in my pants. “Oh really? What did you have in mind?”

She looks at me, eyes sparkling. “I’m sure we can figure something out…”

When we get back to our suite at the Waldorf Astoria, Mia steps into the vast bathroom to take a quick shower. I don’t know why she insists on that. I love how she smells all the time, but it does give me the chance to order a chocolate fountain from room service.

I take off my shoes and get rid of my tie. I’m grateful once again that my job rarely requires a suit and tie. A tie is a noose.

Before Mia has finished in the bathroom, I hear room service knock.

When I open the door, they roll a cart into the living room and plug in the fountain so the chocolate begins to move.

“Just let us know when you’d like it picked up,” the waiter says as he departs.

“I will.” It won’t be tonight.

I turn just in time to see Mia walk out of the bedroom in a sheer bathrobe. “Wow, don’t you look delectable?”

“Did I hear you talking to someone?”

I step aside. “Look what I ordered. I didn’t get dessert tonight, so I thought I’d have you instead.”

She goes over to inspect the fountain. It’s surrounded by piles of graham crackers, strawberries, marshmallows, bananas, pretzels, mini Rice Krispy treats, angel food cake, and almond brittle.

“Wow. That’s pretty amazing.” Mia picks up a strawberry and dunks it into the fountain. The chocolate overflows onto her fingers. She looks at me through her eyelashes, and her nipples have pebbled. She takes a bite of the strawberry, and juice dribbles down her chin.

I hesitate. Do I lick her fingers or her chin? Or both?

I take her thumb, covered in chocolate, and bring it into my mouth. I lick it from base to tip, then close my lips around it and swirl my tongue. She gives me a sultry look. My dick is so hard.

“I think I need to taste some more chocolate. Any suggestions?” She looks down at the tent in my pants.

“I think there are a few things available, both on and off the menu,” I growl.

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unbuckles my pants and peels them away, taking my boxers with them, leaving my hard staff waving.

She stands and picks up a marshmallow. Dipping it into the melted chocolate, she dabs it inside my wrist, testing the temperature.

I nod.

She dips the marshmallow in the chocolate again and runs it up and down, caressing my cock. It almost feels like a soft tongue. I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor with my pants as she coats my cock in a warm blanket. Once she feels it has enough chocolate, she looks me in the eye and licks the marshmallow. My mouth opens as I watch her eat it. It’s so hot.

My cock, covered in chocolate, becomes Mia’s mission. She begins at the base, exploring as she takes her time. It’s like a long kiss. She carefully licks away every bit of the chocolate she smeared, punctuating occasionally with moans, sending vibrations along my cock. She doesn’t stop until I’m clean, all the chocolate dissolved by long and seductive strokes with her tongue.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She pushes me to the couch and kneels over me, tracing her fingernails up and down my torso. I can feel goose bumps rising, and my nipples harden.

She leans over to the fountain again and picks up a pretzel stick. She slathers it in chocolate and wipes it across my nipples. The rock salt and hard pretzel scraping causes me to moan.

She leans in and trails her tongue around my nipples, blowing across the chocolate. I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling. It’s taking every ounce of my control to not blow my load.

She takes my left nipple between her teeth, and my breath becomes audible. She bites down a little harder and then soothes the pinch by licking the remaining chocolate away.

She grinds against my groin, and I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. Fuck. I need her now.

I stand and lead her to the bedroom. “It’s my turn.”

I deposit her on the bed and race back to the living room for a small plate of chocolate. When I return to the bedroom, she’s playing with herself.

“No, no. That’s my job.”

I layer her nipples with chocolate before I shove her legs apart, bending her knees so she spreads wider.

My tongue lavishes her nipples, dissolving all the chocolate, and after a moment her body tenses in an orgasm from just the nipple stimulation. I’ve not even begun to fuck her. I feel quite superior, but I know that was only a baby climax. I want them to hear her in the lobby of the hotel, forty-seven floors below us.

I look down at her wide-open sex and admire her