Date: 2014-12-17 02:04 pm (UTC)
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From the moment she dipped her finger into the chocolate, Adrian started praying that she'd just wipe it on a towel or something. Apparently, whomever listened to those sorts of prayers was on a break because, sure enough, her finger went into her mouth and his mind went blank. That tended to happen when every drop of blood fled his brain to collect in his crotch. No matter how many times he told himself to look away, his eyes remained fixed on her finger, her mouth, and the pot of chocolate.

"They smell delicious," he managed after clearing his throat a few times. Even with the clearing, though, it sounded more like a growl.

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