Chloe docilely came into his arms, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She took the morsel he passed from his mouth to hers with her own, chewing it slowly.
While savoring the delicious food, Morgan Sinclair's large hand began to caress Chloe's body.
"Do you know what the idiom 'a beauty fit for a feast' means?" he asked with great interest.
"Does it mean the food looks delicious enough to eat? Your Highness, are you complimenting my cooking?" Chloe's face was a picture of bashful coyness. She lowered her head and snuggled closer into Morgan Sinclair's embrace.
Morgan Sinclair lifted her sharp chin and chuckled. "Your language skills are lacking. I'll have to punish you on your teacher's behalf."
"Oh? Then what does it mean?"
"It's used to describe a beautiful woman or lovely scenery." Morgan Sinclair's lips curled into a smirk. He pointed to his own mouth. "As punishment, you'll feed me for the rest of the meal."
