#Chapter 267 Who’s For Dessert

  “Let’s take our dessert out onto the deck,” Victor said when we entered the master bedroom. “And let’s get comfortable.”   He began to undress while I slipped into the bathroom to remove my clothing before donning a bathrobe.   When I came out of the bathroom, Victor stood on the deck in his boxer briefs. His body was incredible. The way each powerful muscle was visible beneath his skin took my breath away.   I walked up to him and put my arms around his lean waist. “So, what’s for dessert?”   “Tiny wild strawberries and whipped cream,” he said. “Have a seat, and I’ll serve you. You’ll love it.”   I sat on a deck chair while he opened the bag and took out a bottle of champagne, two crystal flutes, and two bowls.   He poured the champagne and handed me a glass before uncovering the contents of the bowls.   The strawberries were tiny, no larger than the tip of my thumb, and they were a deep red. Victor dipped one into the fresh whipped cream and held it close to my lips.