Easter Surprise

Easter rolls around and Marco skips past the chocolate entirely. Wrong house for jelly beans. Because Jasmine is already waiting—nude, paint-splattered only by a tiny pair of bunny ears and white cotton tail. Her heels click against hardwood, one long leg drawn up so her pretty foot dangles right at Marco’s belt line. He jokes about lucky rabbit feet. Jasmine answers with the arch of her sole against his zipper. The cloth opens, and her toes slip inside, playing, pinching, finally wrapping the whole warm package like good chocolate melts on the tongue. She works slow at first, skin on skin, then faster until laughter turns to low gasps and the bed creaks like the floorboards are on board too.