the way
she made love to him tonight with such a total, unbridled release made him know that she had
plenty of ghosts she wanted buried, that she wanted his sex to take away from her, and it
disturbed him. He moved up closer to her. Put his hand on her smooth brown face. And he
kissed her yet again. It was supposed to be a simple kiss goodnight. That was what his mind
was telling him to do. Kiss her goodnight and then leave her alone for once. But his heart was
telling him differently and that simple kiss became their most passionate yet.
Liz felt the heat too, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her closer into his, as he
seemed determined to sear her with his kiss. When their kissing finally ebbed, they leaned
forehead to forehead against each other.
“This isn’t going to work,” Jason said. Then he stood erect, shaking his head as if he was
convinced of it now. “This isn’t going to work,” he said again.
“What isn’t going to work?” Liz asked, puzzled.
But Jason was already taking action. He had already grabbed her by the arm, and was
pulling her inside of her apartment. As soon as he closed the door, he slammed her against it,
lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and unzipped his pants. With the urgency of a
madman, he shoved into her, kissing her as he plunged deeper, and made love to her right then
and there as passionately as they had made love in his bed. This was crazy. Why couldn’t he
get enough of this woman? But he couldn’t. He had to have her. Everything about her
turned him on. The way she laughed, the way she held her head, the way she flicked her
wrist. He had to have her.
And he did, pounding her over and over as his entire body shook with euphoria. Liz shook
too, as she met his passion, as she experienced that higher than high excitement that he was
able to make her feel. She could hold on as he pounded her, as the sound of their bodies
slapping against each other echoed throughout her quiet home.
After they both released, they collapsed against the door, both of them exhausted, both
unable to move.
He stared at her. What was he doing? He’d never wanted anybody so desperately. “You
okay?” he asked her, concerned that he had been too desperate, too rough.
She looked away from him, and could only manage a nod. “I’m okay,” she said, barely
able to catch her breath, too.
SEVEN
Liz wasn’t in her office and seated behind her desk ten minutes before Shameika was coming
in with a stack of files in her arms.
“Here are the reports on Hemming,” she said as she dropped the files down on Liz’s desk.
“Thanks, Meek. “Those are a lot of files.”
“Hemming has had a lot of problems. That’s why they need to staff it. Should have been
did it.”
“And they expect me to read over all of these files by noon today? Terrific.”
“Okay, now that we’ve got the business out of the way,” Shameika said and sat on the
edge of her desk. “Give, sister. I want a blow by blow.”
Get off of my desk.”
“Come on, Liz. How was it? How was he ?”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Your date with the mayor,” Shameika decried. “Did he kiss you goodnight? Did y’all
plan another date?”
“Like I’m going to tell you that.”
“But for real, what was he like?”
“You said it yourself. He’s Mr. Conservative. Mr. Republican.”
“Oh. So he was dull, hun?”
Liz wanted to smile. Jason was a lot of things last night, but dull certainly wasn’t one of
them. “I wouldn’t say that,” she said.
“Then give it up, Liz. What’s he like? Beyond those labels, I mean.”
Liz exhaled. “He’s a stubborn, bulldog of a man who . . . ”
“Who what?”
Liz smiled. She couldn’t help it this time. “Whose company I enjoy.”
Shameika smiled too. “It’s about time! You got too much going for you to be by yourself
all the time. If only he wasn’t so. . . ”
Liz’s heart dropped. “So
she made love to him tonight with such a total, unbridled release made him know that she had
plenty of ghosts she wanted buried, that she wanted his sex to take away from her, and it
disturbed him. He moved up closer to her. Put his hand on her smooth brown face. And he
kissed her yet again. It was supposed to be a simple kiss goodnight. That was what his mind
was telling him to do. Kiss her goodnight and then leave her alone for once. But his heart was
telling him differently and that simple kiss became their most passionate yet.
Liz felt the heat too, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her closer into his, as he
seemed determined to sear her with his kiss. When their kissing finally ebbed, they leaned
forehead to forehead against each other.
“This isn’t going to work,” Jason said. Then he stood erect, shaking his head as if he was
convinced of it now. “This isn’t going to work,” he said again.
“What isn’t going to work?” Liz asked, puzzled.
But Jason was already taking action. He had already grabbed her by the arm, and was
pulling her inside of her apartment. As soon as he closed the door, he slammed her against it,
lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and unzipped his pants. With the urgency of a
madman, he shoved into her, kissing her as he plunged deeper, and made love to her right then
and there as passionately as they had made love in his bed. This was crazy. Why couldn’t he
get enough of this woman? But he couldn’t. He had to have her. Everything about her
turned him on. The way she laughed, the way she held her head, the way she flicked her
wrist. He had to have her.
And he did, pounding her over and over as his entire body shook with euphoria. Liz shook
too, as she met his passion, as she experienced that higher than high excitement that he was
able to make her feel. She could hold on as he pounded her, as the sound of their bodies
slapping against each other echoed throughout her quiet home.
After they both released, they collapsed against the door, both of them exhausted, both
unable to move.
He stared at her. What was he doing? He’d never wanted anybody so desperately. “You
okay?” he asked her, concerned that he had been too desperate, too rough.
She looked away from him, and could only manage a nod. “I’m okay,” she said, barely
able to catch her breath, too.
SEVEN
Liz wasn’t in her office and seated behind her desk ten minutes before Shameika was coming
in with a stack of files in her arms.
“Here are the reports on Hemming,” she said as she dropped the files down on Liz’s desk.
“Thanks, Meek. “Those are a lot of files.”
“Hemming has had a lot of problems. That’s why they need to staff it. Should have been
did it.”
“And they expect me to read over all of these files by noon today? Terrific.”
“Okay, now that we’ve got the business out of the way,” Shameika said and sat on the
edge of her desk. “Give, sister. I want a blow by blow.”
Get off of my desk.”
“Come on, Liz. How was it? How was he ?”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Your date with the mayor,” Shameika decried. “Did he kiss you goodnight? Did y’all
plan another date?”
“Like I’m going to tell you that.”
“But for real, what was he like?”
“You said it yourself. He’s Mr. Conservative. Mr. Republican.”
“Oh. So he was dull, hun?”
Liz wanted to smile. Jason was a lot of things last night, but dull certainly wasn’t one of
them. “I wouldn’t say that,” she said.
“Then give it up, Liz. What’s he like? Beyond those labels, I mean.”
Liz exhaled. “He’s a stubborn, bulldog of a man who . . . ”
“Who what?”
Liz smiled. She couldn’t help it this time. “Whose company I enjoy.”
Shameika smiled too. “It’s about time! You got too much going for you to be by yourself
all the time. If only he wasn’t so. . . ”
Liz’s heart dropped. “So
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