“Berries and cream,” he murmurs, slanting me a hot look. “Sounds yummy.” His gaze travels slowly down my body. When it settles between my thighs, he licks his lips and plucks a plump strawberry from the dish. “Spread your legs.” “Whatever you’re thinking of doing with that berry, you can forget it.” Holding my gaze, he deliberately places the strawberry into the V between my closed thighs. “Callum. I’m serious. I don’t want fruit stored in my vadge. It’s not Tupperware.”
