Breakfast wasn't the only hunger Matt wants sated when he lifts Rosa onto the table.
Warning: This SHORT STORY is suitable for 18+ only. It features hot sex.
He turned toward the door of her apartment. It was already open and she stood with her arm raised, leaning against the frame. A pink, satin nightie fell to the top of her thighs, held on her body by two, skimpy straps over her shoulder. The neck plunged to reveal a good portion of her breasts. She shifted and arched. His mouth went dry.
A slow sultry smile came to her lips and she lifted her hand and crooked her finger, signaling him to come over. This was not the Rosa he was accustomed to.
As if pulled on a string, or hypnotized by her exotic beauty, Matt did as she bid. When he reached her door, she placed a hand on his chest and he cursed the vest that separated them.
"Are you hungry?"
It was a loaded question if he had ever heard one. Yes, he was hungry. For food and for her. He wondered which she was offering and hoped for both. "Yes."
A smile pulled at her lips. "You did want a meal, correct?"
She turned and walked into the apartment. He watched her hips sway toward the kitchen and he shut the door behind him. Forget food, he had other needs he wanted fed at the moment.