Chapter One
Keisha
Keisha Wallace had spent hours getting ready for her date with her boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham. First, she took a long bubble bath with some of her favorite suds from Avon while giving her toes a fresh coat of crimson polish. Then, there was flat ironing her hair bob length ebony hair and battling with the naps in the back that had a mind of their own. The full service with vanilla body butter, then painstakingly applying her makeup: rouge on the cheeks, a fain gold shimmer to bring out her mahogany eyes and make her little black dress pop. Over two hours of hard work that was coming undone at the seams as Jake ran his hands up and down her thigh beneath the table.
They were at Bella Monica, a neighborhood Italian restaurant in Raleigh. They’d come to celebrate her scholarship win, but right now, beads of sweat were coursing down her temple and careening down her neck. She slumped down in the booth, her heart racing as his fingertips hit her panty line and god damn if he didn’t make her want to say the hell with dinner and go out to the car and have him strip her bare and have his way.
His pointer pushed between her quivering folds and he let out a low chuckle. She glanced over at him, his blue eyes going round with surprise. He shouldn’t have been. It would have been more surprising if his touch didn’t make her moist with desire. From his golden skin to his strong jaw line and lush lips, Jake was built like some warrior from the old days, all power and virility. But as a boyfriend, as a lover, he was so sensitive, so tuned into the needs and wants of her body. Even now, with only one finger, he was making it difficult to not orgasm on the spot. He loved to tease her like this, knowing that she had to moan, especially with him inside her. And Bella Monica was filled with other patrons, patrons that probably would have issues with her cries of ecstasy while they were trying to enjoy their dishes.
She dropped her hand to her thigh and cleared her throat, stopping his hot trail. “S-so this is your neck of the woods, what do you rec-recommend?”
He gave her a wink as he took his pointer and traced her thigh. When Keisha shot him a warning look, he let out a resigned sigh and brought his hand from beneath the table. He wiped his hand on the napikin and gripped his wine glass. “The manicotti is delicious.”
“Mmm,” Keisha’s eyes scanned the menu, but she’d much rather scan her lover. Underneath his clothes, every muscle and cut combined to make a man she couldn’t say no to. A man that made her scream in octaves that would make an opera singer turn green with envy. Jake was a man that made her heart swell with one glance. A man that held her after they made love and asked about her son, Caleb. A man that loved her.
Jake sipped his wine then turned his gaze back to Keisha, his blue eyes glittering with interest. “What?”
She knew she was staring at him, but she couldn’t help it. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, brushing his cheek as she roamed his mouth with her own, trying to express just how much he meant to her; just how much she cared.
Keisha’s cheeks were hot as she pulled back and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Manicotti and red wine. They were there to celebrate. She had to think about that and not his naked body pressed tightly against her own.
Her scholarship win was definitely cause for celebration. After leaving Harvard when she got pregnant with her son and taking night classes to try and finish up her degree, a full ride meant she could quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on school and stay at home with Caleb.
And then there was Jake. She felt as giddy as a school girl whose crush checked the ‘yes’ box. After all the dead end dates and disappointments, dating him was a dream, even though he lived in DC most of the week. He made her look forward to Friday nights like Christmas
Keisha
Keisha Wallace had spent hours getting ready for her date with her boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham. First, she took a long bubble bath with some of her favorite suds from Avon while giving her toes a fresh coat of crimson polish. Then, there was flat ironing her hair bob length ebony hair and battling with the naps in the back that had a mind of their own. The full service with vanilla body butter, then painstakingly applying her makeup: rouge on the cheeks, a fain gold shimmer to bring out her mahogany eyes and make her little black dress pop. Over two hours of hard work that was coming undone at the seams as Jake ran his hands up and down her thigh beneath the table.
They were at Bella Monica, a neighborhood Italian restaurant in Raleigh. They’d come to celebrate her scholarship win, but right now, beads of sweat were coursing down her temple and careening down her neck. She slumped down in the booth, her heart racing as his fingertips hit her panty line and god damn if he didn’t make her want to say the hell with dinner and go out to the car and have him strip her bare and have his way.
His pointer pushed between her quivering folds and he let out a low chuckle. She glanced over at him, his blue eyes going round with surprise. He shouldn’t have been. It would have been more surprising if his touch didn’t make her moist with desire. From his golden skin to his strong jaw line and lush lips, Jake was built like some warrior from the old days, all power and virility. But as a boyfriend, as a lover, he was so sensitive, so tuned into the needs and wants of her body. Even now, with only one finger, he was making it difficult to not orgasm on the spot. He loved to tease her like this, knowing that she had to moan, especially with him inside her. And Bella Monica was filled with other patrons, patrons that probably would have issues with her cries of ecstasy while they were trying to enjoy their dishes.
She dropped her hand to her thigh and cleared her throat, stopping his hot trail. “S-so this is your neck of the woods, what do you rec-recommend?”
He gave her a wink as he took his pointer and traced her thigh. When Keisha shot him a warning look, he let out a resigned sigh and brought his hand from beneath the table. He wiped his hand on the napikin and gripped his wine glass. “The manicotti is delicious.”
“Mmm,” Keisha’s eyes scanned the menu, but she’d much rather scan her lover. Underneath his clothes, every muscle and cut combined to make a man she couldn’t say no to. A man that made her scream in octaves that would make an opera singer turn green with envy. Jake was a man that made her heart swell with one glance. A man that held her after they made love and asked about her son, Caleb. A man that loved her.
Jake sipped his wine then turned his gaze back to Keisha, his blue eyes glittering with interest. “What?”
She knew she was staring at him, but she couldn’t help it. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, brushing his cheek as she roamed his mouth with her own, trying to express just how much he meant to her; just how much she cared.
Keisha’s cheeks were hot as she pulled back and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Manicotti and red wine. They were there to celebrate. She had to think about that and not his naked body pressed tightly against her own.
Her scholarship win was definitely cause for celebration. After leaving Harvard when she got pregnant with her son and taking night classes to try and finish up her degree, a full ride meant she could quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on school and stay at home with Caleb.
And then there was Jake. She felt as giddy as a school girl whose crush checked the ‘yes’ box. After all the dead end dates and disappointments, dating him was a dream, even though he lived in DC most of the week. He made her look forward to Friday nights like Christmas
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