Lunchtime Chronicles: Naked Sushi - Page 18

“I did.” I looked at her body taking in every inch. Every angle. Every curve. Every softness. She was a masterpiece from her face to her toes from the delicious width of her waist to the small pouch of her pussy.

She was a goddess.

You’re coming to Tokyo with me.

I put my gaze back on her face. “I only have one more thing to accomplish before leaving New York.”

“What?”

“I have to put a small fire out.”

I’d gotten the names, addresses, and even hunting grounds of Archer’s friends. I should have killed him right then. But the Dragon had eyes within my team. If I ended Archer and remained in New York, they would know it was due to Layla.

This would intrigue the Dragon too much. Super cautious, he would have people monitor her.

For now, I’ll hide my newly growing obsession.

“So. . .” A sad expression hit her face. “You’ll be leaving soon?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She looked away.

I touched her chin and brought her view to me. “That doesn’t mean we stop seeing each other. You have a passport. I have a plane. This is simply a discussion on schedules.”

She gave me an odd look. “How did you know I have a passport?”

“I know a lot of things, Ms. Brown.” I stepped back and perused her gorgeous nude frame. “Lie down on the table.”

She lifted her eyebrows but said nothing.

I extended my hand. She grabbed it. I slowly guided her over.

Slowly, she climbed onto the table, lowered, and laid down. Her back pressed against the surface of the table. Her legs were straight. She looked up at the starry night sky.

My erection weighed down my pants. “When are you coming to Tokyo?”

She smiled. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Come tomorrow evening.”

She chuckled. “Reo, I have work this week.”

“I could talk to Mr. Meade for you.”

“That’s unnecessary.”

We’ll see what’s necessary.

I walked over to the silver cart, picked up four large banana leaves, and brought them over to the table. Deliberately, I placed the banana leaves on the places I yearned to lick the most—her stiff nipples and lush pussy.

A soft sigh left her with each contact of the leaves.

She’s so responsive. I can’t wait to fuck her.

I lowered to the floor and marveled at the image before me. She lay there, looking so exotic and seductive. I drank in the sight. Her silky brown skin. Those taut thighs. Curvy hips. Full breasts.

God sculpted this beauty. Every part of her enticed me. I would do anything to taste her. Pay any amount. Be her life servant, protecting and taking care of her.

All for just one taste.

Like magic, I swore, the red string warmed around my wrist.

That told me all I needed to know.

Noise came from behind me. Like a good girl Layla didn't turn her head, she kept her gaze on the sky. Next, servers appeared, bringing out the platters for this evening.

I ignored them and kept my focus on her. “I should eat this way every night.”

“Having a beautiful woman serve as your plate?”

“No, Layla. Having you serve me in every way.”

She bit her lip.

I folded my fingers and placed them on the table close to her. “Back to your coming to Tokyo. I would love for you to stay for a few months.”

She smirked at the moon. “Reo, I never said I was coming at all.”

“Oh, you’ll be coming.” Carnal desire slipped between my words.

A heated blush hit her face.

“When was the last time you were pleasured?”

A sweet chuckle left her.

I raised my eyebrows. “That long?”

“Yes, Reo. That long.”

“Oh, my. We must solve that problem.”

She turned her view to me. A lusty heat filled her gaze. “Maybe.”

I groaned. Desire scorched my core. It was a voracious wildfire blazing a route to my hard cock. I needed to fuck her. And this wasn’t a typical craving. It was a volcanic burning need. It was an addicting longing.

She watched me with intrigue.

“You know exactly what’s on my mind. Don’t you?”

Her voice lowered to a soft moan. “Tell me.”

“Due to your sexy body on display, I instantly want to take out my cock and wet the tip with your lips.”

She widened her eyes.

Luckily, my chef brought out the silver tray of sushi.

Years ago, I’d found him in a little stall in Hakodate Morning Market. Since then, I’d had him trained at top culinary schools. He always traveled with me.

Tonight’s sushi would be top notch, representing some of my favorites—pink salmon and foi gras, bluefin tuna covered in sea urchin, and lobster dotted with caviar.

Unfortunately, my mind was no longer on food.

Layla. Layla.

My cock grew painfully hard in my pants.

One by one, the chef used silver chopsticks to place the rolls on the banana leaves covering her breasts.

Layla closed her eyes.

Next, he placed sushi on her bare stomach.

She parted her lips.

Fuck.

She was covered in my favorite sushi. All of my delights. There was this erotic bridging of sensuality and food. This passionate harmony.

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