He stared. This was fucking incredible, and his cock agreed. He didn’t want a quick meal. He wanted to devour her.

Gage stepped toward her, zeroing in on the sweets and strawberries covering her nipples. He’d never wanted to lick anything as bad as he did right then. She’d even somehow dipped the tips of her perfect breasts in sugar.

“Hope you’re still hungry,” she purred.

Oh hell yeah he was hungry. She was perfect. Alabaster skin with the soft light making her glow like fresh cream. Her green eyes were fixed on him, and her breaths increased with every step he took toward her.

Wait. This… This was what she wanted. This was exactly what she wanted.

“Well played, sweetheart,” he growled. She’d lured him in and played him. To her credit, it was fucking brilliant—she was taking Candy Land to the next level. But still. A game was a game, and she had messed with the rules.

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently. “It’s a quick meal. Technically, this counts.”

He shook his head. Fine. If this was her hand, he’d throw down his cards and play, too.

“Sorry, sugar tits.” He leaned over and snagged one slice of strawberry from her breast with his teeth, purposefully biting her nipple a little in the process. She gasped, and he ran his fingers down her stomach to the peach slices covering her mound. “I wanted a dinner date for sex. This is—”

“Technically a dinner date,” she growled.

“No.” He bent over again to snag a peach slice. He sucked it into his mouth and lingered between her folds to get the hint of her taste. Damn, he missed this. Missed her. “This is a quick meal. You said so yourself.”

He grabbed another slice of peach and circled it around her clit, then dipped it between her folds like an apple into caramel. She moaned and arched her back slightly.

“I really do love finger foods.” He popped the slice into his mouth—her sweetness on the fruit was his new favorite dessert.

“I’m glad,” she whispered. “Have as much as you want.”

Oh, he would. He’d just have to find a way to refrain from taking every last inch of her to the brink and back.

“Appetizers aren’t a full meal though.” He slid his finger inside her to hammer home his point. “Our deal was sex for a romantic dinner date.” He slowly withdrew. “So this would be finger foods for…” He thrust back inside, and she moaned.

With two slices of peach gone and her pretty core exposed for him, he wanted to lean in and taste her again, but this was an even exchange. Finger foods for finger play. So he withdrew, then pumped back inside her again. He hooked his fingers, hitting the spot inside that drove her wild, and her back arched farther.

“Since it’s a quick meal, you should meet me halfway,” she pleaded.

He raised a brow. “You think so?”

She nodded spastically. Poor woman was trembling. And he was fighting the need to give her exactly what she wanted. Maybe he could compromise.

He dipped his head again, snagged another peach, then chewed it until juice ran along his mouth. He spread her legs even wider and sucked hard on her clit—her sweetness, mixed with the bite of fruit, brought a whole new meaning to peaches and cream.

She grabbed the edges of the table. “Oh yes!”

Fuck! He forced himself to back away. Fingers only.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Playing fair.” He slowly worked his fingers in and out. “You’re the one who started this with finger foods.”

He thrust deep again, and she groaned. He might not be able to take her with his cock, or his mouth, but he’d take her with his hand.

She arched, and some strawberries fell away from her breasts, leaving sugar-coated ruby tipped nipples straining for the ceiling. She was his personal dessert, and he wanted to eat every inch. But he couldn’t. Not without breaking his own rules.

“Please take me, Gage,” she pleaded softly.

Truth was, he had a hard time denying her—he wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she wanted. But he had to keep his focus. He was playing the long game.

“I’ll give you what you need.” He pressed his thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves. “If you give me what I want.”

Her head lolled back and forth on the table. She was either shaking her head or delirious with pleasure. He hoped the latter.

“Come on, sweetheart. We both know you want to…” He plucked another peach slice with his mouth, careful not to lick her this time. The effort damn near killed him.

“Mouth,” she begged.

He rubbed his thumb against her sweet spot faster. “Can’t,” he rasped. “The exchange is fingers for fingers, not oral for oral.”

“Okay!” she moaned. “Deal. Oral for oral.”

He slowed his pace enough to keep her on the brink of coming while he negotiated his terms.

“Oral romance for oral sex? Tell me how you plan to accomplish that, sweetheart.”

“I can say sweet things to you if you stop talking and use your mouth to do dirty things to me.”

He chuckled. She was fiery and begging and damn it, he wanted to agree. It’d stay within the rules…

“I’m waiting for my romance then. I’m ready to hear you whisper sweet nothings to me.” He surged two fingers in deep, and she gasped. “And you better mean them.”

“Oh yes, please Gage.”

“Mmm, I love it when you see it my way.” He pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the table. He tugged her toward him until her ass hung off the edge, tossed her legs over his shoulders, brought her as close as possible, and blew against her hotness. She moaned, and her thighs tensed by his ears.

“Comp-compromise,” she stuttered out. “I’ll give you your sweet nothings, but I have one demand.”

He laughed and blew again against her heated flesh. “Of course you do. Especially since you’re the one at my mercy. By all means, make your demands.”

She lifted herself up on her hands, and the bits of fruit left on her slid down her sides and slapped against the table. “I want to make you come. It’s been so long. Please.”

That was the nail in his coffin. This sexy mastermind of a woman wanted to make him come? That was her demand? He’d be lying if he wasn’t hell of fucking interested.

“Quickie for a quickie?” he asked.

She grinned and nodded. “Doesn’t break either of our standpoints, and we both get a little something to tide us over. What do you say, city boy?”

He was ready to say fuck it, climb up on the table, and remind her who worked her body to the point of sweaty bliss. Instead, he’d stick to his rules and the one card he had to play: her body. He still had sex in his arsenal, and he wouldn’t trade it until all his demands were met.

“Let me think for a second.” He bit the inside of her thigh. “I’m still waiting for my sweet nothings.”

“You bastard.” She groaned.

“Hmmm…” He ran his nose up her thigh. “I think you’re confused on what sweet words entail.”

She blew out a breath. “Roses are red, violets are blue—”

He nipped her mound and she yipped.

“I told you to mean it,” he said.

“I was going to say you’re super hot and I want your cock, too. But you ruined my poetry.”

“Try again.” He hovered over her pulsing clit, hoping he could outlast her. As it was, he was ready to dive in and drink her down until he couldn’t see straight.

“I like the way you look at me,” she whispered.

He glanced up her body and met her eyes, silently coaxing her to continue.

“I like the feel of your arms against my skin when you hug me. When you wrap them around me. I feel…small.”

He kept his gaze on hers and slowly trailed his tongue along her clit. She smiled and arched into him.

“You’re the only man I’ve gone back to more than once,” she admitted around a breathless moan of bliss.

Her words were more addicting than the sugar on her skin. He wanted to tell her how amazing she was, but that’s not what she wanted. So he delved his tongue deep and gave her what she did want.