Egged on by her words, I pushed deeper, winding her up thrust after thrust. Then, she fell over, squeezing my dick with her orgasm so hard I nearly blacked out.
Watching her come was enough to shred every bit of control I had left. Pleasure shot down my spine and spread out to every empty space, bone, every nerve ending, every muscle in my body. And I was lost, coming so long I could barely catch my breath.
Time stood still.
Nothing had ever compared to this.
And just like I thought, I would never be the same again.
one
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ASA
July, This Year
Inoticed her every time she walked into a space. The soft sway of her hips, that ass, those lips, her brown eyes. One thing that had never changed about Rissa was that she knew how to work a room.
Networking was in her blood, probably because she’d built an impressive career helping companies expand and improve their human resources departments. She’d spent hours strategizing with executive leadership on headcount, compensation and benefits, compliance, succession planning, organization culture, recruiting initiatives, and compliance.
Currently, she worked as a VP of Organizational Development & Culture for a Fortune 500 company. Right now, she was smiling at stuffy C-Suite Power Players, sliding her business card across tables, and generally being lovely in white linen wide-leg pants and a matching top. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail with a center part. She wore diamond-stud earrings, and the gold MICHELE watch she’d bought herself for her birthday.
Stunning.
Across the room, she met my gaze and smiled. After excusing herself, she glided over to me. “You came.” She placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I traced the line of her nose. “I told you I would come.”
Over the last few years, we’d seen each other casually. Which was kind of ironic since I didn’t have casual feelings for her. But I’d decided the morning after our first night together, after she’d nicely kicked me out of her hotel room, that would take her any way I could get her.
It worked out, though, because I traveled to California several times a year to work with clients. I’d worked as a personal trainer off and on for a decade and I thought it was a good time to invest in that. I sort of fell into training when I finally enrolled in college and declared Movement Science as my major.
I took a break when I opened a fitness center. But after several years in business, I closed my boutique gym last year. With rising operating costs, significant rent increases, and declining membership fees due to changing fitness trends, I knew it was time to pivot again. I loved running the gym, but I loved making a profit too. So the decision was easy.
Since Jax owned Pure Talent Agency, he’d referred me to his celebrity clientele who wanted to be more discreet when they were training for a new role or recovering from an injury. And when he retired, his son Xavier continued sending people my way. I’d done everything from traveling with high-profile athletes, meeting at private gyms, teaching classes for small groups, and developing custom workout plans for people looking to improve their lifestyle.
“How’s Paige?”
Black America’s Sweetheart, actress Paige Mills, needed to get in shape for a role and she’d hired me to help her. I’d been busy making moves myself, so I’d barely seen Rissa.
“She’s good. Tired, sore, complaining.”
She chuckled. “Well, she does have small children.”
Paige and her husband Andrew welcomed twins a couple of years ago, and she’d taken extended time off to care for them. “And they are busy.”
“I bet,” she agreed.
“How’s it going?”
She scanned the room and sighed. “Did I tell you I quit my job?”
I frowned. “What? No.”
“It’s a long story. My last day is the day before Labor Day. I’m currently executing my succession plan.”
“What are you going to do?”
