pizza decorum

As she takes the change from the cash register, her hand stretches forth. My hand reaches toward her and she lays the bills and silver into my palm, gracefully touching my hand with hers, lingering in the connection for as long as pizza decorum will permit. Our eyes meet. Her nipples harden perceptibly. I want to speak. “Thank you,” is all I can bring myself to say.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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