Late
Written January 2002
Rated R
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
“You’re late.”
Paul winced at her angry tone. “I’m sorry. I got stuck in traffic.”
“For an hour?” Madeline glared at the now-cold plate of grilled salmon. “Dinner’s ruined.”
“Well, I can think of another way to satisfy my appetite.”
Before she could object, she found herself naked from the waist down, laying on the table. Paul buried his face between her thighs and licked voraciously. Madeline moaned, bucking her hips in response. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, and she came, screaming his name.
“Apology accepted?” he teased.
“If that’s your apology, feel free to be late anytime.”
