This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer‟s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

His Favorite Dessert
Author: Dana Littlejohn
Cover art: Kato at Arigato Design

His Favorite Dessert by Dana Littlejohn

Robin checked the counter to see the clock. Her day was almost over. It was still too soon to start breaking down her lab though. The docs still had their last patients in the room. She had to stay until the exam rooms were empty in case some last minute blood work was needed.

She was anxious and ready to go. Nick wanted to meet up to get a quick bite to eat. Nick Cromwell. Just thinking about him made her pussy throb. She shook herself as shivers went down her back. Nick was so freaky. Robin loved that about him. So many of her other boyfriends were so uptight about stuff. With Nick all you had to do was put the possibility on the table and he was game to make it happen. He even came up with a few of his own adventures.

It was coming up on their first year together and the time had been fantastic. Sitting at her computer Robin giggled remembering her brother‟s face when she brought him home for the first time. Her brother Tyrone was a bruiser. A big bodied linebacker type and very protective, but to her he was a gentle giant. When he looked intimidatingly down at Nick‟s five foot eight, blue eyed, slender frame breathing like a bull, she thought for sure he would give her a tight salute and run out the door. She and her parents stood by patiently waiting to see what he would do. After a few minutes, Nick calmly turned to her and said, “Is he going to eat me because I‟ve been working all day and I don‟t think I would taste very good at the moment.” Tyrone‟s eyes widened like saucers and he burst into laughter. So did her parents and they had been friends ever since.

She gave the clock another glance and smiled. Fifteen minutes to go. When they closed at five it would give her just enough time to go home, jump out of her uniform and put on something cute. He liked to see her in skirts saying he loved the way the material hugged her hips and showed off her thick thighs.

Robin left her seat and gathered her paperwork. Putting a sheet of pink paper between each pile, she stacked them all together and shoved them into a large plastic bag. Next she sprayed down the chair and the counters with disinfectant and refilled her carrier with empty tubes. She gave the room a quick glance to see if she missed anything, then approached her computer to clock out.

“So much for having a few extra minutes. That heifer could have said we were closed. The damn doctors are done for the day,” she muttered pulling her system back up to load the patient.

“Don‟t worry Miss Talbert, this is a simple procedure. I do it all day. I will walk you through the whole process. I‟m sure you‟ll do fine,” she said in the chipper professional voice she had perfected over the years.

Robin went through the motions of gathering her materials and tied the tourniquet on her arm keeping a cautious eye on her patient. Walking her through everything she did as promised, she finished and wrapped Miss Talbert up and lifted the arm rest on the chair to release her.

The doctors and Cindy came running into the room hearing her cry. They carried the patient to a bed and tended to her. Robin sat in another room filling out the accident report.

“Stinking old lady falling out on me at freaking five o‟clock on a damn Friday,” she grumbled. She looked out the door and heard her coworkers still dealing with Miss Talbert. Pulling out her phone, she texted Nick, then completed her work.

Ten minutes later Robin stomped out the office building to her car. She looked at the glowing numbers of the clock on her radio and moaned. Five forty. Trying not to break any speed limits she made it home. Digging through her closet she found the desired outfit, one of Nick‟s favorites. She dressed quickly then headed to the restaurant.

Robin scanned the room and spotted Nick immediately in a booth seat at the back wall. His dirty blond hair perfect, as always, his suit and tie still in place and his blue eyes bright with happiness when he saw her approaching. His reply was a simple no problem baby when she told him of her drama and why she would be late. Seeing the joy in his eye as she moved closer, Robin felt relieved that he wasn‟t angry. She slid into the booth beside him and offered him a kiss.

He pushed the menu to her. “It‟s okay, really. I‟m just glad you‟re finally here. You look good, Robbie. You know I like that little black skirt on you.”

She giggled as he pulled her closer to him in a hug.
“Oh yes, I like it a lot,” he said on a low growl putting kiss to her neck. “Is the shirt new? It‟s cute on you. The green looks good on your silky brown skin.”

He nodded. “Uh-huh, but I will have dessert while you eat.” “That‟s cool.”

As she glanced over the menu she felt the familiar feeling of Nick‟s fingers walking between her legs. Her eyes widened as she looked around frantically.

“Nick, what are you doing?” she asked in a hushed voice. Nick stared back at her. “What are you talking about?”

She blinked wildly at his nonchalance. The distinct pleasure of his hand now clutched her mound making her breath catch. He applied pressure to the area where her clit was tucked beneath and protected from harm. Her panties were damp almost instantly.

Nick‟s eyes bored into hers. The lustful fire there captured her and she could no longer think. The naughty digits moved her panties over and slipped between her moist lips. Her head lowered and her eyes closed as she muffled a moan she couldn‟t stop for escaping.

His fingers slid up and down over her clit. The friction sent shock waves of ecstasy through her body. A stuttering moan left her mouth. She quickly pressed her lips together.

Nick leaned closer. “Relax baby. I picked this booth for a reason. It‟s off the beaten path, no one will hear you…well, unless you yell at the top of your lungs,” he added with a lustful chuckle. “Your sweet pussy is soaking wet. Damn I can smell you, too. You don‟t know how bad I want to drop my napkin under the table just so I can slip down there and you lick you dry.”

Nick‟s hand never stopped moving during his explanation. Her body vibrated at the promise of future pleasures he had planned for her. Robin was so revved up she knew she would explode any moment.

“I always wanted to bring you here…just so I could do this.” He moved his pointer in a come-hither motion emphasizing his meaning. “You looked so frazzled when you came in I figured what better time than the present.”

He pressed his lips to her cheek. The motion added pressure to her clit. Robin whimpered behind closed lips. She barely noticed the menu rising in front of her, but was grateful for it. With relief she dropped her head to the table. Tremors of delight sped up as they rolled over her senses.

The hot breath from his whisper so close to her ear was her undoing. Robin squeezed her eyes together and fireworks exploded behind her eyes. Her body clenched the digits buried inside her heated tunnel.

Her breathing was ragged as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Waves of pleasure crashed over her leaving her body humming with euphoria. She gripped the edge of the table rocking to the beat created.

After what seemed like an eternity, Robin sat up breathing normally. She turned to look at Nick. With his hand still embedded in her crotch he leaned forward and took her mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

Robin chuckled. “Oh you did huh?” After a long swallow she turned a raised brow to him. “I didn‟t hear you order your dessert, Nicky. Are you still going to have some?”

Her eyes widened. Another erotic shiver traveled up her spine reigniting the fire he just extinguished. She took another long sip before sliding the empty glass across the table. Robin smiled wickedly at him.