Another Time, Another Place

erized with the way her tight ass bounced up and down in the air as she devoured her last meal.

It hurt me to say good-bye later that day, but what else could I do? I had the seashell from the night before and gave it to Kiss when she was in the cab leaving for the airport. I stood there until the cab carrying her and her friends was out of sight. Something within me wanted to rush to the airport and beg her not to leave, but I had my foolish pride. Plus, I could not make her do something she did not want to do. No matter how special our one night together was, I was being egotistical to think that I could make Kiss forget about her fiancé. I would simply have to live with the circumstances and let the memory of her carry me through the rest of my life.

Mike and I still had several days there. I spent them sulking on a lounge chair on the beach while Mike chased tail. He had slept with Nancy that night; Calibri wasn’t having it. Mike said Nancy was “aiight” but nowhere near as fly as she wanted men to think. He claimed that she was scared of the dick and gagged while she was giving him head. I asked him if he ate her, and he said, “Hell, no! The only pussy I eat is the one lying in the bed at my house! Fuck all these other tricks!”

I had given Kiss my number but I knew that she would never use it. Other women tried to distract me in Jamaica. Mike even came to my room with one woman who was down for whatever, but I politely asked her to leave. I loved Kiss and prayed that one day our paths would cross again.

DALLAS, TEXAS

JUNE 1995

ALECK

“Kiss, it that you?”

I couldn’t believe it. After all those years, to run into her inside an airport. It was so cliché.

She spun around to face me inside the American Airlines terminal.

“Oh, my God! Aleck?”

“One and the same.”

I set my briefcase down and slung my garment bag over my shoulder as she approached me. I was preparing myself to throw at least one arm around her. She was still a stunner—remarkably so. She had on this black business suit that made her look incredibly sexy; even though I am sure she was going for the more conservative look.

Our hug was nice, but reserved. She smelled like shampoo mixed with floral body spray. Even with all of those scents masking it, I could still smell her pussy. It was calling out to me. Heaven help me, but that was one call that I yearned to answer.

“What are you—” we both started to ask in unison.

She threw her head back in laughter. I remembered that mouth, those lips, engulfing my dick and filling me with pleasure. “I’m on my way to a business meeting in New York. My flight was cancelled, engine trouble, so it looks like I’m stuck overnight. What about you?”

“I’ve been here for two days. My flight leaves in an hour.”

“Oh…” Her voice reeked with disappointment. “That’s too bad.”

It took everything in me not to try to devour her right there in the airport. Every inch of my being wanted her. I had to do something to protect my emotions, so I asked sarcastically, “So, how’s the hubby?”

“I guess he’s fine.” I eyed her strangely, with a raised brow. She shrugged, then added, “I wouldn’t know how he’s doing. He’s my ex-hubby now. We still speak, but I don’t get into his business.”

I was stunned. “What?”

“We got divorced last year. It was amicable; nothing too nasty.”

“Did he cheat on you?” I asked, thinking the man would have to be a damn fool if he did.

“No, at least not that I know of. We weren’t compatible; had different goals. That sort of thing.”

I motioned over to the seating area by Gate 31. After we sat down, I reflexively took her hand. “What type of business?”

“Huh?” Her mind seemed a million miles away; she was lost somewhere in my eyes.

“You said that you’re on your way to New York for a business meeting. What kind of business?”

Kiss grinned. “Well, I gave up being a clown. I had to, after I realized that I was pregnant.”

I could tell by the expression on her face that the look of anguish on mine was obvious.

“I have a little boy, Aleck. He’s seven.”