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"Just try it," Deanna said.
She held the spoon to Riker's lips. He ducked his chin and jerked away.
"Careful with the beard," he complained. "Just how much chocolate is in this thing, anyway?"
"It's mostly eggs and milk, not chocolate," Deanna said. "That's why it's so creamy."
"I don't like sweets."
"You like me," said Deanna.
He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. He leaned in, lips parting, chocolate swirling on his tongue. Deanna waited until he had tasted it, and then she let a slow predatory smile spread across her face.
"It's also nine-tenths aphrodisiac," she added.