"French-cut green beans. Now there's an aphrodisiac for the books," Jerrod replied.

Vesper dropped the can into the cart. "Damn. I don't know what it is about this aisle, maybe it's dead center of a magnetic vortex or something, but, Jerrod, I'm ready." She lifted the hem of her skirt a bit. "You need to nail me now and nail me good, or I'm going to go into the bathroom with one of your cukes and..."

"Ah, Vesper—this is a public market," Jerrod said nervously. He glanced behind him. They were alone in the aisle.

She leaned farther over the back of the cart. "Just do it, Jerrod. Please!"

Casting aside shame and the fear of being caught, Jerrod unzipped his fly and tore aside Vesper's panties in one quick motion. A second later, he rammed his thick penis into her, lifting her onto the handle-end of the cart. The cart's front end lurched upward and crashed into the pickled beets as Jerrod made fast work of the rather risqué and illegal act of sex upside a shopping cart next to the canned green beans.

Vesper stood on her tip-toes, trying desperately to meet Jerrod's thrusts.

He slid easily in and out of her, his shaft riding the edge of her buttock while its head teased with promises of deep dives that never quite got there. Jerrod lifted Vesper's hips, holding her aloft—and he found his way home. One, two, three good thrusts as deeply as she could take him, and that was all it took. She squelched her climactic cries while Jerrod grunted through his teeth as his own orgasm poured into her.

Vesper could barely breathe. Her ribcage throbbed from its precarious perch atop the push-bar on the shopping cart. Her fingers intertwined into the wire mesh of the basket, gripping desperately. She broke a nail as a final surge of pleasure cascaded through her. Vesper startled as she recognized the sweet chill of nourishment envelop her. I'm feeding. I'm taking energy from him. Oh, my God. This is incredible! I'm feeding! From Jerrod! From a Paladin! She relaxed and let the curse take its course with Jerrod's sexual prowess and orgasmic energies.

Damned spectacular. The ebb and flow of Jerrod into her was damned spectacular.

Like an ice-water bath.

Like the first sip of hot coffee in the morning.

Like the first bite of Ben and Jerry's Brownie Batter ice cream.

Like the moment before a first kiss.

Feeding was just as delicious.