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“Let me get back to you, I’m in a session.” He ended the call and once his session ended he sat in the green velour chair thinking about her and what he wanted to do to her. He repeated the phone code and waited for her to pick up. “Hey sexy.”
“Hey baby,” she purred. She knew he was hungry and the longer she put him off, the more anxious he became.
“I need to see you,” he begged shifting in the chair.
“I want to see you too, but my afternoon is booked.” He let out a huge sigh. She had him. Her afternoon was clear. She knew he wouldn’t be able to wait until tonight. “Let me see what I can do. I’ll call you back in a little bit.” She ended the call, gave her assistant some last minute notes and left. In the taxi ride to their place, she called him. “I’ll meet you in an hour.”
“See you then.” Click.
She rushed to the apartment, showered and drenched herself in his favorite parfum, Opium. The spicy scent hypnotized Eric, making him weak and easy to control. She had laid a simple trap and he was a willing captive. She had stocked the refrigerator the day before and made sure to pick up a box of condoms. She knew after his weekend, he would have a voracious appetite. She was the cat patiently waiting for the mouse.
He walked into the dark apartment looking for her. He smelled her parfum and immediately walked down the hall to the bedroom, but she wasn’t there, nor was she in the bathroom. He took his jacket off and walked back into the living room. She heard his footsteps walking into the living room across the dark mahogany hardwood floor. She turned on the lights and the sudden change in the room startled him.
“Hey baby,” she purred. He turned in the direction of the voice. When he saw her, a huge smile covered his face. She was sitting in the chair wearing a pair of five inch crystal encrusted Louboutins and a smile. He started walking towards her and she stopped him. “Welcome to Naked Night.”
“Naked Night?” he questioned. In the years they’d been together, Kyla fulfilled almost every sexual desire and request Eric had. She had also done some things she didn’t like, but she knew in order to remain in control, she had to please him. She sat in the green velour chair identical to the one in his office, teasing him. Her legs were spread apart with every inch of
her on display, watching him drool.
“If you want to join this party, you have to be naked,” she announced.
He started taking his clothes off and she pushed the remote on the stereo. He stood still removing his clothes to the sexy music playing on the stereo. When he removed the last piece of clothing, she let out a soft sigh and stood up. She slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips to the music drawing him in closer. She circled him like a lioness sniffing out her prey. The heat from his body filled the small space between them. She sensed his excitement and standing in front of him with room only for air to pass between them she inhaled, causing her breasts to inflate just grazing his chest.
She leaned in close and purred, “Did you miss me?”
As the words floated off her lips and landed in his ear, they ignited the fire he had been sitting on all weekend. He swallowed hard as she stepped closer. He thought to himself, how could one woman have so much control over him? Before he could answer, she slid her tongue inside his mouth pulling him deeper under her spell. He tried touching her but she stopped him.
She broke the kiss and asked again, “Did you miss me?” Mesmerized by her coal black eyes, he wrapped her in his arms pulling her to him, caressing her behind and kissing her like a man just released from prison. He leaned her up against the wall, pressing his hard body against hers, moving to the beat of the music.
His mouth moved down the front of her body, enjoying every inch of her. He told her whenever he touched Olivia’s breasts he pictured hers and how soft her skin felt against his tongue. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him harder, and easing her hand down a little further, she whispered, “Show me how much you missed me.” He lifted her up and started his ride.
“Sing for me baby,” he begged. “Sing.” She held on tight and cried out louder. The ride into lustful passion had never felt this powerful. She could barely breathe, every move was more intense than the last. She cried out again and he smiled. “Sing baby, sing,” he chanted in between gasps of air.
“Baby, don’t stop,” she cried out. One last push and he joined her in song…breathless, holding her tight against the wall. His body was hot and wet and his heart was pounding hard against her chest. He relaxed and helped her stand up. “I guess you did miss me.” She wiped his forehead as he rested on her chest for a few moments.
He kissed her and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She went to the bathroom and came back to find him stretched out asleep on the sofa. She curled up next to him and pulled the throw over them. He sensed her and wrapped his arms around her.
A half hour later, she woke up and he was still asleep. He never passed out so quickly or for so long. She gently brushed the side of his face and kissed him on the cheek. She put his shirt on and went down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, he was still asleep. She looked up at the clock, four o’clock and she was hungry. They usually ordered in or she’d pick something up to heat later, but tonight she didn’t want takeout. The day before she made braised short ribs and all she needed to do was heat them up. She put the ribs in the oven and continued preparing the rest of the meal.
Eric woke up about thirty minutes later, sat up and stretched his arms up over his head. “Hey baby.” He turned toward the sound of the voice and saw Kyla in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. He went to the bathroom, cleaned up and came back to join her in the kitchen. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.
“What’s all of this?” he asked.
She smiled and replied, “I felt like cooking for you.” She put the spoon up to his mouth allowing him to taste the garlic mashed potatoes.
“Good.”
“Get the wine and we’ll eat.”
“I miss this.”
“What?”
“Us, like this.” She poured the sauce in the bowl and walked over to the table. He stood up and pulled her chair out and they began eating. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She stroked the side of his face waiting for a response, but he was silent. “I know we don’t talk about your other life, but what happened this weekend?”
He shook his head before answering. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He gave a half smile. “I missed you.”
