DAPHNE

H e pulls his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. His lips wrap around them as he licks them clean. “Now, that is the sweetest pie I’ve ever tasted.”

I still can’t comprehend what just happened. My legs shake as he puts the bottoms back in place.

He’s still in a white Oxford and gray dress pants, a distinct outline of his manhood running down his thigh.

Holy shit, that’s a python.

He must notice my eyes bulging as he reaches down, ...