Rafael watched as she raised hand to mouth, lips spread, teeth slowly sinking into soft flesh. Juice dripped down her chin onto her chest. She giggled. Wiped the sweet, delicious nectar from her supple skin. Licked her fingers. Rafael averted his gaze, ashamed of his desire. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have a taste. When he turned back, her alluring eyes were focused on him. He smiled, hoping to camouflage an insurmountable yearning, his mind thrust to a precipice of indecency.
“Would you like a bite of my nectarine, Mr. Santiago?” she said.
“I would love one,” he replied.