I had to lick each curve and bite down on that satiny skin that wrapped around this delicious man. “Yes, this is just one time. Deal? Sex with no illusion of anything else.”
“I disagree. I think this is one of many times. One of infinite moments that we’ll only share between each other.” He picked me up.
I only wore my panties now, as I wrapped my legs around him. “You’re crazy. This is me and you, for today. That’s it, Maceo.”
“I know you’re mine,” he groaned. “You’ll know later.”
“I won’t and you’re a lunatic.”
“No. I’m smart.” He shoved all of the food on my desk to the ground and set me on the desk’s hard surface. “How long do you think you’ll be on the market, once you’re ready to settle down with a guy?”
I could barely respond. “I don’t know.”
“You wouldn’t be there for long. You’re a fucking prize, Christine. The only reason why you’re available is because you wall yourself off from potential men. I’m only glad I met you first.”
He explored my breasts with precision, cupping them in those huge hands and lapping at them like a hungry dog.
They jiggled and bobbed as he wet them with his mouth. That long pink tongue flipping my nipples up and down, covering them with saliva and then sucking it all away when he enveloped them in his mouth.
He grunted, or maybe growled. The sound came out fierce and wild, making my clit jerk with excitement and my pussy hum.
Opening my legs, I bit my lip. “Lick it, Daddy.”
With hooded eyes, he placed his fingers to my panties. “You want me to lick right here?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There you go.” He wrenched those panties off, lay me down, and buried his face between my thighs.
Oh shit. I’m going to marry this man!
This was earth-shattering wrong.
What he did.
It surpassed all things that I’d learned about oral sex. One did not suck on each moistened fold, following the lengths and thickness of each with their lips. One did not finally open those now shivering folds and rub his face within my center like he did, even dipping his nose into my soaking wet tunnel and groaning with insanity. One did not move their closed lips over my throbbing bud and hum slow music like he fucking did.
But he did.
And I screamed, “Holy shit! Oh don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.”
He stared up at me. My arousal coated his wet face. “The dancers in your club, and any other guy, all of that ends here. This is too sweet to share.”
I swallowed. “Can we talk about this later?”
“No.”
“But Maceo—”
“I don’t share.”
“I’m not stingy with my pussy. I’ll share with whoever I want.” I tried to flash a humorous smile, but the look on his face froze me.
He rose into standing position and wiped his face with his hand. “I’m serious.”
“About what?”
“I don’t share.”
“Look. We barely know each other. You’re not going to give me a picnic or do plumbing stuff and think you’re going to instantly have me all to yourself.”
He backed away and scanned the floor, probably for his shirt.
“Maceo?”
“Yes.” He found his shirt and picked it up.
“Are we going to finish?” Cool air brushed between my open legs. I needed him there. Right in that spot, licking my sweetness like a hungry beast. “Why are you putting on your shirt?”
Sighing, he pulled it over his head and adjusted his hard dick within his pants. “I already told you. I don’t share.”
“I’m not going to commit to you, all of a sudden and out of the blue.”
“That’s fine. I want time with you to prove that I’m worthy. I get that. What I don’t want is men in and out of your life, as I try to convince you. Dating others is fine. Sleeping with them is not an option when I court you.”
“That’s bullshit. I’m my own woman.”
He directed his gaze from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I was naked, all for him, and there he stood several feet in front of me, and clothed.
“Yes, you are your own woman.” He turned around, opened the door, and left.
Chapter 7
Missing Him
The rest of the week, Maceo’s men did their job,
but he never showed.
Not even a message from him.
All wooing had ended,
yet the low bill remained the same.
He’d given up,
and that pissed me off the most.
I should’ve been celebrating. The hunt was over. I could go back to my regular life—music, running, work, an occasional one night stand, and a few fun times with the girls. What more could any woman desire? I was blessed with more than many could dream of.
Still. . .Maceo’s face haunted my mind.
The feel of his skin teased at my senses. I swore I smelled his cologne throughout my office. The scent taunted me and I just couldn’t get him out my head. It was like he’d left a ghost or phantom of himself to seduce me. At times, my brothers found me giggling to myself at the way Maceo and I sang on the rooftop or joked about his past love life.