Broken Submission

Marble Slab

Hey guys, so I hope everyone had a good holiday! Thank you for your patience with this update--life got so crazy so fast! What little free time I've had has been spent either holding a screaming baby or twerking off the Christmas weight 😂💀. Anyway, if you've stuck around this long, this update is for you, you saint of a kinkster ❤

"Marble Slab," Amelia moaned, leaning on Derek's arm as they strolled down the narrow street of the historical district. 

He flickered her nose. "I wouldn't dare make you walk so far for anything else."

She giggled, hiding her face so he wouldn't see the blush rising to her cheeks. His obvious awareness of her ice cream obsession created tingles of embarrassment that traveled through her blood stream. The wind picked up her skirt, slapping her delicate areas with cold air. 

Damn lace panties.

Derek slipped an arm around her as she shivered. "Let's get you inside," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as he opened the door and guided her through it. 

"Mm, now I can be cold on the inside," she said as she stepped in the ice cream shop.

Slipping a lock of hair between his fingers, Derek gave it a tug before leaning in. "We could always skip the ice cream and go straight to a different kind of dessert," he murmured in a sexy deep voice that made her warm all over. Before she could respond, he grinned. "Coincidentally, either option would end with cream inside you."

Amelia snorted, a loud, unladylike sound at his crash and horrible joke. "Hush," she said, slapping his arm, lips pressed together in a repressed smile. "There are kids!"

"Let's make kids," he groaned in exaggerated fervor as he kissed her, pressing her against the wall of the shop and almost knocking down a painting in the process.

Laughing, she pushed him away, ignoring the annoyed glances being sent their way. 

"Are you two ready to order?" The kid behind the counter asked, looking bored.

"You good?" Derek asked her.

Amelia scanned the options. "You go first."

"Take your time." Derek ordered a scoop of cheesecake ice cream in a waffle cone with mini chocolate chips.

"That looks so good," Amelia drooled. 

Derek looked amused. "And I thought that I had born the the brunt of your lusty glances. Harlot," he whispered. 

The kid behind the counter reddened. "And for you, ma'am?"

"Shit," she muttered. Amelia glanced at his ice cream, torn.

He tugged her hair, a little harder this time. "Language."

"Sorry sir," she murmured.

The kid looked ready to melt into the floor.

"Why don't you split mine with me and then get a second flavor?" Derek suggested. 

She looked at him, wide-eyed like he'd just made world peace. "You're okay with that?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Just don't expect me to share my fajitas," he warned.

Amelia turned to the poor employee still waiting for her to make a decision. "Ok, so I'd like a scoop of the chocolate brownie one with a scoop of the peanut butter. In a cup. With chocolate chips. And peppermint and sprinkles. And--" Amelia glanced at Derek like he was going to judge her before whispering, "sour gummy worms, please."