CHAPTER ONE
The sign on the door to Decadent Delights read, “"Mature audiences only. Anyone under 18 not allowed.”"
"“What the…” ..." Trevor Stanford shook his head. A candy shop with a disclaimer —well, that was a first!
The crowd of customers surrounding him pressed close together as the store owner unlocked the latch on the front door. Like a herd of wild animals, they burst into the interior of the shop, propelling him along with them. He’ had never seen such a frenzy at a candy store’'s Grand Opening. But the moment he entered the interior, he understood their craze. It smelled like chocolate heaven and was decorated like a sex addict'’s dream. As if that wasn'’t enough to set their mood, Robert Palmer'’s "Addicted to Love" played in the background.
Every aisle had a unique array of candies crafted into sexy shapes or what could only be described as toys for the uninhibited. He stopped by one display of red licorice straws fashioned into whips of varying shapes and sizes. Looming above the display was a chocolate sculpture of a perfectly round behind. His eyebrows rose appreciatively.
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"Welcome y'’all! I’'m Dana, owner of Decadent Delights. Thank you for coming to the store'’s Grand Opening.”" The petite blonde stood upon a raised platform next to a cellophane-covered chocolate statue of a well-endowed male figure.
"I’'d like to introduce you to David."” She walked slowly around the life-size confection, her painted fingernails scraping along the sculpted muscles of his chest and over his biceps. “"Isn'’t he yummy?”"
In sync with the music, the store owner sensuously moved her lower body against the chocolate statue with a slow, deliberate rotation of her hips, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her white short-shorts barely covered her bottom when she bent forward to rub against him and the buttons holding her blouse together strained across her generous bosom.
"Did I mention he’s good enough to eat? He'’s made of solid milk chocolate. Mmmm."” She wrapped her full lips around her pointer finger and sucked it all the way into her mouth with agonizing slowness, then dragged it back out, not once, but twice. Her eyelids drifted closed and a smile of deep satisfaction crossed her lips.
Trevor couldn'’t stop watching. He was hooked, just like the rest of the crowd. This was better than a scene out of a strip club show. The woman made all the rest look like a bunch of amateurs.
She walked behind the statue and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands moved steadily down his abdomen and circled the cock. Once she had him in her grip, she peeked around him, a sinful smile lifting the corner of her mouth.
"“If he'’s too big for you to handle,"” she winked at her audience, "“you can also just buy your favorite parts, like this one."”
The audience clapped and whistled.
Trevor swallowed hard. With her every stroke of her fingertips over the statue'’s cock and balls, the tension in his body wound a little tighter. Perspiration dotted his upper lip.
God, she'’s good. So very good.