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He couldn’t resist her. The soft seductive tone of her voice and the gentle touch of her hand, made him weak and willing to do anything she asked. Kyla knew if there were anyone else, they would have a hard time competing with her.
She got her education in how to manipulate a man by eavesdropping on her aunts’ conversations. They were all experts when it came to being with and manipulating married men. She learned how to kiss from her high school boyfriend. And her college boyfriend, her biology professor, schooled her in anatomy and how to physically please a man.
Before getting involved with Eric, she had dated, but she only had two other semi serious relationships. Neither was fulfilling. The first was Thomas Smith. He was cute, but he lacked the drive to satisfy her physically. When they were together she found herself fantasizing about other men. Intellectually he was a genius, but no one really makes love to a person’s brain. It was the other part of his body that needed more educating and she knew she wasn’t a school teacher.
Then there was Alister Humphrey. The name alone intrigued her. She had never met a black man with such a stuffy name. In the beginning he seemed like the complete package. Model good looks, intelligence and his skills in bed were unbelievable. The first time they made love, the intensity of his being inside her brought tears to her eyes. Not because it was painful, but because she had never felt such pleasure. Alister knew exactly how to read her body. A skill that was the result of his blindness. What he lacked in vision, he more than compensated for in his other senses. But, he was a man and as they all do, he began making demands and that’s when she called it quits. Mind blowing sex aside, Kyla was gone.
Her aunts always said, “Don’t allow a man to make demands on you. You make the demands on him. Use what you have and any man can be controlled with the sway of your hips and the wink of your eye. And, showing a little cleavage wouldn’t hurt either.”
If she were going to marry, it would be to Eric. He was everything she wanted. Handsome, well educated, focused, rich and eager to please in and out of bed. But she also learned from her aunts, the wife always got the leftovers and Kyla didn’t like leftovers or sloppy seconds. When Eric suggested the apartment, at first she thought, he was ashamed of her. But Eric’s response to her kiss and touch convinced her, she was his priority.
She knew she was in charge. She eased her hand further down his pants pleading, “Baby, please make me sing again before sending me off to start the day.”
She kissed his neck before dropping the sheet that was caressing her body and walked into the bathroom. He stood still contemplating the repercussions of being late to the office, when he heard the shower running. He looked at his watch and texted his assistant he would be late. He put his phone on the desk, striped, walked into the steam filled bathroom and opened the shower door to a wet and soapy Kyla, smiling.
“Are you ready to sing?” he asked as he leaned her up against the slippery tiled wall. He pressed himself against her and filled his mouth with every inch of her. He lifted her from behind and rode her like a beautiful long legged mare. The harder he rode, the louder she sang. One last trot, and he sang out too. He rested his head on her chest and she had her answer, “no,” there was no one else, just her. She reached over and turned the hot water off. They both needed to cool down. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t leave me,” he begged.
She smiled to herself and replied, “Whatever you say baby.”
He pulled away and she turned the hot water back on and washed him like a newborn baby. Gently stroking every inch of him. He knew there wasn’t another woman like her. No woman ever treated him like this. He stood still and let her soft hands wash him clean.
On his way to work, he called her. “You are an amazing woman.” She remained silent. “Can I see you tonight?”
She thought for a moment before replying, “Only if you promise to repeat that shower scene.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Now more than three years later and countless showers and secret meetings, she’s still calling the shots.
Chapter 19
THE INDENTATION OF HIS WARM body was still pressed into the bed. When Kyla rolled over onto the other pillow, she could still smell Eric…musk, tobacco and citrus. She wrapped herself in the wet sheets, closed her eyes and replayed the morning. She felt breathless as she remembered how his hands felt following the map of pleasure up and down her body.
Eric knew every inch of her almost as well as she did. She licked her lips and the taste of him brought a wicked smile to her face causing her to sink deeper into the mattress. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock noting the time, nine o’clock. She took a deep breath and threw her feet over the edge of the bed, tossing the sheet back. She stood up, and stretched to the heavens while admiring herself in the mirrored closet doors. She walked into the bathroom and continued with her second favorite morning ritual, a hot bath. She turned the hot water on and sprinkled a mix of lavender bath salts, rose bath oil and a dash of parfum scented bath foam into the water. She hated washing Eric’s scent off, but she couldn’t bear for anyone to know what she had been doing before walking into the office. She climbed into the large white soaking tub letting the bubbles graze her chin. She reached for the remote and turned the television on to her favorite morning news program.
She closed her eyes and slumped down further in the tub resting her head on the plush terry cloth neck pillow. Her mind drifted to the game of footsies they had played in the tub before making out until the wat
er got cold, only to be heated up again by their love making.
She looked around the bathroom and wondered what her life would be like if she accepted Eric’s proposal? He had asked her several times and each time she explained that marriage wasn’t for her. She never saw herself as the type of woman to go grocery shopping for pot roast or making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And pushing a vacuum cleaner was not her first choice of exercise. However, each time after they made love, and getting him dressed for work, she thought, maybe.
On the elevator ride down, she told herself, “Once the elevator stops, I’ll call him and say yes.” She reached inside her bag for her phone and pressed the coded number. Three rings and she hung up. Three rings later, she took a deep breath all set to give Eric the answer he’d been waiting three years to hear.
“Hello,” the deep voice sang through the earpiece. She never said anything, always waiting for Eric, before saying anything. “I’m sorry, let me check on that and I’ll get back to you.” He ended the call and ten-seconds her phone rang. “Hey sexy.”
She felt the simple three letter word on the tip of her tongue and when she opened her mouth, instead of “yes,” she replied, “I love it when you call me that.”
“On your way to the office?”
“Yes.”
“Are we still on for tonight?”
She thought about his hands and his chiseled chest pressing against her breasts and the work out they had this morning and thought maybe not tonight. She opened her mouth to form her answer, and instead of “No, not tonight,” she replied, “I’ll be the one wearing the red pumps and a smile.” She listened as he cleared his throat. “Don’t have a heavy lunch. I don’t want you so full neither of us can enjoy ourselves.”
“Yes ma’am.” He almost choked as he envisioned her legs wrapped around him and the sound of her voice as he did that thing with his tongue she liked. “Did you see the envelope?”
“Yes, thank you.”
