spread my thighs. Looking down at Spencer, he was staring up at me. His lips pressed to mine. Spencer inserted his finger inside my pussy. My body shivered with pleasure. I gasped repeatedly. If I had this every day, could I handle him?
I’d heard that dicks have muscle memory. Would his dick become bored with me? Was that why men enjoyed sexing different women? Who was this Charlotte woman and what did she mean to him?
Spencer stood. “You’re not here with me, Fabulous.”
Maneuvering behind me, he pressed his stiff dick between my butt cheeks. I felt the tip of his head thrust against my asshole. “We have to work on your ADHD, Fabulous. We haven’t explored what’s behind door number two,” he said, grinding. “I bet that’ll hold your attention.”
I faced him. “I’ve had the most amazing time but I have to go or I’ll miss my appointment.”
“Stop by the restaurant later. I want to see you and your new do.” He stepped out of the shower as though he wasn’t asking.
I dried myself off, put on my dress, my heels. He eased into a pair of black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt. “You can leave your goodies here if you’d like. We can do a Groundhog’s Day.” Pressing his lips together, he smiled.
Why not, I thought. I had two weeks off from work. I blurted, “Let’s go to Vegas for the weekend.”
“I’ll get the tickets today, Fabulous. Text me your info.”
Wait. What just happened? “I wasn’t serious.”
“Fabulous, you worry too much. You have to learn how to live in the moment.”
His hand cupped the nape of my neck. He pressed his lips to mine, opened his mouth, then slid his tongue past my teeth. I swallowed his sweet breaths and his saliva. Softly, at first we exchanged back and forth. Hungrily, he began to devour me and I did the same.
Gently, placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him back. “I’ll drop the money off to you by noon for my ticket.”
Spencer shook his head. “It’s your birthday. You’re my treat. I got you.”
I left my bags on the royal blue bench by the door to have a reason to come back to his place tonight. He escorted me to my car.
The last kiss before I drove off was the best.
CHAPTER 21
Blake
P owering on my cell, I saw I had twenty missed calls. Three from Mercedes. Two from Devereaux. The rest were from Fortune.
Starting my Ferrari, I doubted I’d run into Alexis. Her late nights at the strip club with Chanel usually meant awakenings closer to noon. I drove past my daughter’s Lexus on the fourth level and kept going.
Happy that I no longer had to regret what it was like to live alone, I was excited that I was a single detached woman. I’d had sex with Spencer first so I knew Alexis wouldn’t come behind me. Just like the both of them I could entertain whomever, whenever I wanted.
I exited his garage, turned east onto Pharr Road. The joy of solitude while sitting on my sofa, I was looking forward to that. I could not wait to swim naked in my pool, chill in my Jacuzzi, hell, control the remote to my own television.
I called Brandon.
He answered, “Bitch, if you did not ride that dick I’m hanging up.”
I laughed. “He made me squirt.”
Silence followed.
“Hello?”
“Bitch, I just died and came back. I can’t hear this over the phone. Face-to-face. Where are you?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “I’m headed to see Marcus Darlin.”
“Bitch, stop! How did you get on his calendar? I’ma headed over there right now. Good-bye.”
Brandon really ended our call. I kept laughing, not remembering when was the last time I had a juicy sexcapade to tell anyone about. Sharing my body with Spencer was easy. He’d made it that way.
I stared at the photo Spencer had taken of us together, then made it my screen saver. He was so sexy. Those eyes. His closed smile. The thought of his lips between my legs a few minutes ago made me moist.
Honk! Honk!
Turning onto Piedmont, I merged into the middle lane. The woman
I’d heard that dicks have muscle memory. Would his dick become bored with me? Was that why men enjoyed sexing different women? Who was this Charlotte woman and what did she mean to him?
Spencer stood. “You’re not here with me, Fabulous.”
Maneuvering behind me, he pressed his stiff dick between my butt cheeks. I felt the tip of his head thrust against my asshole. “We have to work on your ADHD, Fabulous. We haven’t explored what’s behind door number two,” he said, grinding. “I bet that’ll hold your attention.”
I faced him. “I’ve had the most amazing time but I have to go or I’ll miss my appointment.”
“Stop by the restaurant later. I want to see you and your new do.” He stepped out of the shower as though he wasn’t asking.
I dried myself off, put on my dress, my heels. He eased into a pair of black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt. “You can leave your goodies here if you’d like. We can do a Groundhog’s Day.” Pressing his lips together, he smiled.
Why not, I thought. I had two weeks off from work. I blurted, “Let’s go to Vegas for the weekend.”
“I’ll get the tickets today, Fabulous. Text me your info.”
Wait. What just happened? “I wasn’t serious.”
“Fabulous, you worry too much. You have to learn how to live in the moment.”
His hand cupped the nape of my neck. He pressed his lips to mine, opened his mouth, then slid his tongue past my teeth. I swallowed his sweet breaths and his saliva. Softly, at first we exchanged back and forth. Hungrily, he began to devour me and I did the same.
Gently, placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him back. “I’ll drop the money off to you by noon for my ticket.”
Spencer shook his head. “It’s your birthday. You’re my treat. I got you.”
I left my bags on the royal blue bench by the door to have a reason to come back to his place tonight. He escorted me to my car.
The last kiss before I drove off was the best.
CHAPTER 21
Blake
P owering on my cell, I saw I had twenty missed calls. Three from Mercedes. Two from Devereaux. The rest were from Fortune.
Starting my Ferrari, I doubted I’d run into Alexis. Her late nights at the strip club with Chanel usually meant awakenings closer to noon. I drove past my daughter’s Lexus on the fourth level and kept going.
Happy that I no longer had to regret what it was like to live alone, I was excited that I was a single detached woman. I’d had sex with Spencer first so I knew Alexis wouldn’t come behind me. Just like the both of them I could entertain whomever, whenever I wanted.
I exited his garage, turned east onto Pharr Road. The joy of solitude while sitting on my sofa, I was looking forward to that. I could not wait to swim naked in my pool, chill in my Jacuzzi, hell, control the remote to my own television.
I called Brandon.
He answered, “Bitch, if you did not ride that dick I’m hanging up.”
I laughed. “He made me squirt.”
Silence followed.
“Hello?”
“Bitch, I just died and came back. I can’t hear this over the phone. Face-to-face. Where are you?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “I’m headed to see Marcus Darlin.”
“Bitch, stop! How did you get on his calendar? I’ma headed over there right now. Good-bye.”
Brandon really ended our call. I kept laughing, not remembering when was the last time I had a juicy sexcapade to tell anyone about. Sharing my body with Spencer was easy. He’d made it that way.
I stared at the photo Spencer had taken of us together, then made it my screen saver. He was so sexy. Those eyes. His closed smile. The thought of his lips between my legs a few minutes ago made me moist.
Honk! Honk!
Turning onto Piedmont, I merged into the middle lane. The woman
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