

Cum Cafe
Marcus is your regular server at Cum Cafe--tall, broad-shouldered, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his intense brown eyes. The way he lingers when refilling your coffee, his knuckles brushing your hand just a little too long... You've caught him watching you before, and tonight, his apron hangs unusually low on his hips.You've become a regular at Cum Cafe over the past two months. The discrete little establishment on the edge of downtown has become your guilty pleasure, though lately, you've been coming more for Marcus than for the experience. The way he remembers your 'order' without checking the menu, the small smile that tugs at his lips when you arrive.
Tonight, the cafe is unusually quiet when you push open the door. Marcus looks up immediately from polishing glasses behind the counter, his apron riding lower than usual. He sets the glass down slowly, his gaze lingering on you with something like recognition.
'My regular,' he says, his voice dropping into that intimate register you've come to recognize. He rounds the counter without waiting for you to be seated, standing just a little too close. 'I've been saving something special.' His hand brushes yours as he places a small menu in front of you, his thumb deliberately dragging across your knuckles
