He reached over her
shoulder to the plate rack, feeling for the ornate Victorian toast fork,
palming the item so she couldn't see it.
The end designed for
lifting toast from a tray wasn't quite the width of his palm, but that wasn't
the end he planned to use. The handle wasn't as thick as a cock, but it was
about seven inches long. It was hefty and roughly the diameter of a bottle cap
at the widest point. He rubbed his thumb over the raised spiral pattern
circling the handle. He thought the texture of the sterling would give her
pleasure.
Thanks for dropping by. Be sure to check the original Six Sentence Sunday blog to find more six sentence excerpts and perhaps a new author to read. :-)
Thanks for dropping by. Be sure to check the original Six Sentence Sunday blog to find more six sentence excerpts and perhaps a new author to read. :-)
Such a devilish man. Looking forward to reading the rest of this scene.
ReplyDeleteGulp! Very hot six! Can't wait to read more!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, a wicked, wicked man!
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