Forked (A Lighthearted Utensil Romance, #1)

by Ruth Cardello

On my way to the table I stop and retrieve my favorite fork from the dishrack beside the sink. I have an entire case of silverware and have never cared much about which utensil I use, but there’s something special about this fork. It’s old-fashioned and sterling silver. Perfectly weighted with solid tines that feel good in my mouth.

“You lick what’s left of your balls on my pillow when you think I’m not looking so let’s be kinder when it comes to judging each other, okay?”