He placed his fingers gently over her lips and whispered, "Close your mouth now." She complied, softly closing her mouth, but the moment she opened her eyes, she realized it was too late—his finger was still on her lips.
"How is it?" he asked, his tone playfully mischievous. The question was likely about the sauce, but the way he said it made her cheeks flush. "It's good," she replied.
"Let me try it," he said, dipping a teaspoon into the hummus sauce. Before bringing it to his mouth, he extended his tongue to taste a bit of the sauce on the spoon. He did so with a sensual mockery, savoring the taste with exaggerated movements.
Madisyn felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Good," he declared with a nod, licking the spoon clean. "But I need some tiramisù or cake." He grabbed the bowl of tiramisù and scooped a generous spoonful.
