? Fill a blender with crushed ice. If you like your drink thicker, you will want to use more ice.
? Pour all ingredients except for whipped cream, additional chocolate syrup, shaved chocolate, and sprinkles into the blender.
? Blend on high until all ingredients form a frothy, chocoholic concoction.
? If you want to be fancy, take your tall, empty glass and squirt chocolate syrup in a swirl down the inside of the glass.
? Pour blended mixture into your tall glass and top with whipped cream, sprinkles, and shaved chocolate.
Serving suggestion: Share it with your lover for the start of averyhappy hour.
Tipsy
Starring Georgia and Douglas fromThe Orc’s Second Shot at Love
“One year ago, I didn’t get to properly enjoy Applefest with you.” I pout.
“Because of a wedding and a Highland Honeymoon,” Douglas agrees, bumping into me.
Is it just me, or is my dangerously handsome, always reserved in public hubby... tipsy?
“What did you drink at the night market?” I ask.
“Hard cider.”
“From which booth?”
“Madge handed it to me.”
“Oh, sheesh. That’s probably strong enough to knock out an elephant. Probably also has fertility-enhancing potions. The harvest, you know? The trees and land give birth to their bounty, right before winter kills everything off.”
“Morbid, yet poetic.” Douglas hiccups at me, but his eyes are sharp. “I’m not too tipsy to take advantage of that fertility potion, pet.”
“I’m just saying itmighthave something in it. Madge wouldn’t go around bespelling people into pregnancy. Unless... Unless she knew how desperate a certain barista was to have a baby bump.”
There’s a sudden growl that makes me throb, and I bolt up the stairs to our bedroom.
Call me old-fashioned, but I like sex even better when I’m married. Douglas Wickstaff is mine with a capital M. I’m notgoing to lose him unless God wrestles him away from me, and even then, I’ll be hard on his heels.
Speaking of heels—I slowly twirl on mine as I strike a sultry pose, waiting for my kilted hottie to barge in. In honor of our anniversary, I chose to wear a simple white summer dress under a little pink jean jacket—one of his favorite outfits.
“Hey. Bring my bride back here.” Douglas prowls after me, sexy as sin with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a chest that time and years of roaming the woods and hills have sculpted.
“Oh, I’m here.” I unbutton my dress slowly, never looking away. I love the way his Adam’s apple rises and falls as my white lace bra comes into view. The dress falls to the floor and reveals the pretty pale blue thong I have on, complete with a lace butterfly appliqué across the front. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. I was feeling... nostalgic,” I purr.
“You look stunning.” Douglas licks his lips and pushes one strong hand back through his dark black hair, streaked with silver
“So do you. Even more so now that you’remine,” I step out of my heels and let him catch me as I twirl into his arms.
“Funny. I was going to say the exact same thing.”
“Really?”
“Husband’s honor.”
“I love having an honorable husband,” I half-laugh, half-groan. His lips are moving over my neck, down the lacy cups that show a shadowed glimpse of my nipples, already hard and thick, begging for his touch.
“Well, I love having a wife. Not just any wife. You. This is... This year has been different. I didn’t know marriage could be so happy, and get happier and better each day.” Douglas kisses me as if he can undo any words he stumbled over, but he doesn’t have to worry. I know his marriage to his late wife grew cold anddistant, and made him feel like a failure. I know they eventually stopped being intimate and mostly stopped speaking.
