“Not sure what you’re talking about.” I leant forward, then grabbed my plate and took a bite.
“So what did you decide on?” Using every bit of self-control not to look at him or touch those hard abs.
I could see them out the corner of my eye move as he followed my lead and grabbed his plate. My hands were itching to touch them and he knew it.
“Hadn’t decided. What do you feel like?” he asks, looking at me as some sauce from his steak drips onto his left peck. Prick he meant to do that.
My eyes are now glued on the sauce as his finger slowly mops it up and he puts it into his mouth. “Mmmm takes good. Don’t you agree?”
Oh he is good!
I take a breath, lick my lips and slowly put my fork upto my mouth. When it is just far enough away, I lick the meat on it, making sure to swirl my ton
