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“Why?” she asked, moving to sit in my lap.

“You’ve been looking so sad, and I know the holidays are tough for you. I didn’t want you to feel neglected. Although I had to work, I prayed that you would find comfort with your family until we could be reunited.”

She looped her arms around my neck. “Aww, baby. You prayed for me?”

“Hell yeah. All the time,” I replied and brushed my lips against hers.

“That’s so sweet of you. I pray for you too.”

“Then we should be in good hands,” I replied, winking at her. “How’d you reach Everett?”

“The holiday card we got from him and his wife last week. She included their calling cards in there, and I reached out to her. She put me in touch with him.”

“Thank God for holiday cards.”

“Yes, thank Him!” she exclaimed excitedly with a giggle as she dragged her hand down the nape of my neck.

We enjoyed a slow, sweet kiss before she washed my body and then hers. When she finished, she stepped out of the bathtub and reached for my hand. I gave it to her and let her lead me to the shower where we thoroughly rinsed. When we were finished, she kneeled and took my erection into her hands.

My eyes drifted closed as she sucked me into the back of her throat. All the tiredness of the day, the frustration of being separated from her, and the anxiety of wanting to get back to her, seeped away. I felt relaxed and at ease; it was the way that I always felt in her presence.

She worked her hands, lips, and tongue expertly around my shaft, releasing every bit of tension and manifesting an erotic dream. Pretty on her knees with her long dark hair and the bright highlights falling in waves down her back did something to me. But when she opened those beautiful green eyes and looked up at me, she rendered me speechless and powerless, as I succumbed to the magic she weaved around me.

Her mouth was pure heaven, and I couldn’t help but grip the back of her head and fuck her mouth with hard, powerful strokes and pumps. Tears streamed from her eyes and mixed with the shower water that dotted her face and body, making her look like a light chocolate silk goddess. If all that wasn’t enough, when I hit the back of her throat, my big ass buckled.

She gripped my thighs with a powerful hold and made sure I stayed upright. Her jaws and lips locked around my dick with a vacuum seal tightness and made sure that I didn’t disconnect from her. She sucked and sucked, and seeing her jaws suctioning in and out propelled my nut to release from my dick. If that wasn’t enough, seeing her throat moving as she sucked it from me made a teardrop fall from my fucking eyes. I wasn’t a weeping-ass nigga, but that was what she made me when she worked her beautiful, sexual prowess on me.

When she finished, I lifted her from the shower floor and carried her to the bedroom. She spread her wet silk before me, and I feasted like she was the Thanksgiving meal that someone had slaved over all day. She spread, jerked, and clenched her thighs all around me. When she finally released, it was with a shrill cry and a gush of her juices that rained on my lips and tongue. She soaked me up, and I sucked it all in.

At the end, we lay there holding each other, kissing, and relishing the moment that had been reserved for us. Twenty minutes later, as we still lay in sexual bliss, there was a knock at the door. I threw on a robe and went to answer it. I found Everett at the door with two large bags.

“What’s this, man?”

“Your woman requested that you still be fed, though you wouldn’t be coming to our Thanksgiving dinner. Here are your meals and desserts for two. Happy Thanksgiving.”

I took them and smiled broadly at him. “Thanks, man. You played me. I didn’t suspect shit.”

He dapped me up. “It wasn’t easy, but tell me it wasn’t worth it.”

“It was.”

“I prayed that you didn’t get your big ass on that flight before she surprised you, but I’m glad she made it.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Any time, big homie. You’ve got a good one. Don’t let her go.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

I had already been working out in my mind how I would make her mine forever.

DECEMBER – ONE WEEK LATER

“You sure you want to go to this event? I can think of a million ways that we can have more fun than this,” Drew suggested, clasping our hands together.

He kissed my knuckles and winked at me.

“Yes, we have to go. It’s this big deal, according to Lauren, and it’s important that we be there. Besides, Henri, my benefactor, will be there. He asked me to go, and I can never tell him no. If it weren’t for him, I have no idea where I would be. I owe that man my career.”