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“Oh?” I seriously doubt that. “Is that so,” Krista said as she walked around the table to him, looking around. “Where’d everyone go?” She’d been gone no more than ten minutes, if that, and somehow Nairobia had managed to clear out the whole rooftop, leaving Kendall in her clutches. Krista pulled out the chair beside him and sat.
“Down on the beach,” Kendall answered, wrapping an arm loosely around the back of her chair. He scooted his chair up a bit, just in case Krista felt compelled to cut an eye down into his lap.
Krista looked over at Nairobia, and fought to keep a sneer from forming over her face as she took in her cleavage on open display, enticing anyone who dared to look. “Thanks for entertaining my husband while I was gone.” She leaned into Kendall—a bit possessively, and then flashed her a slight smile.
“My pleasure,” Nairobia said seductively. “I live for pleasing, my darling.”
“Oh. I am sure you do,” Krista said snidely. “Now what was it the two of you were talking about? Me?”
“Baby, she wanted to know how long we’d been married,” Kendall lied, before taking his glass and draining it. “And if we had any children.”
Krista felt the pounding of her heart in her chest. What was this bitch up to? “Yes. Happily married. And, hopefully, a baby or two within the next year or so.” They’d been trying for four years with no luck. And Kendall had given up hope after the fourth false-pregnancy test. But Krista’s faith had told her to hold fast for a baby would soon be hers.
Nairobia’s heart-shaped lips curled into a grin. “Happiness, my darling, is sometimes an illusion.” She slipped off one heel, then stretched her bare foot toward Kendall’s leg.
Nairobia made contact with Kendall’s inner thigh, just above his left knee. Kendall coughed, his body tensing, but he didn’t give her away, just cast her a gaze as his arm went around Krista’s shoulder.
Krista’s brow rose. “Meaning?”
Kendall’s lips parted. And then his breaths came quick as Nairobia’s foot inched closer and closer to his dick. He squeezed Krista’s shoulder. And Krista took that to mean for her to play nice.
“No, Ken,” she said. “I want to know what she meant by that?”
Higher, higher . . .
Ah, yes. Right there.
Nairobia’s foot made contact. Hard and thick, bulging. Kendall’s breath caught, causing his chest to go still.
Nairobia grinned. “Tell me, my darling,” she said to Krista as she rubbed the ball of her foot along the length of Kendall’s bulge. She licked over her lips when his dick pulsed beneath her foot. “Have you ever wished you could step outside of yourself—for a night . . .?”
Nairobia pressed deeper into Kendall’s dick, causing it to throb harder in response, the crown dampening with pre-cum. Her nipples tightened, and she shamelessly arched her back and allowed her breasts to protrude further out.
Even as Kendall’s eyes glazed
over with lust, he felt his lids going heavy. “Ah, shit,” he wanted to groan out as he fought the tingling sensation Nairobia’s foot rub caused over his linen pants. Now he wished he’d worn a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of boxer briefs instead of his silk boxers. Nairobia stroked Kendall from base to head
“. . . and allow temptation to guide your desires?” And then she spoke in her native tongue. “Om te geven in plezier . . .?”
Krista gave her a blank look.
“To give into pleasure, my love?”
Krista scoffed. “Um, absolutely not. I do not find pleasure in sin.”
Kendall felt himself going lightheaded, his free hand gripping the side of his chair.
“Then you, my darling, have truly not lived,” Nairobia said, lowering her foot and slipping her heel back on. Nairobia feigned another yawn, though she’d now grown thoroughly bored to tears by Krista’s presence. She rose. The universe held no promise of seduction for the two of them.
“I will leave the two of you to the rest of your evening.”
And, as quickly as she’d appeared, Nairobia vanished.
“The devil is busy,” Krista said, her heart nearly pounding in her ears.
Kendall let out a long breath, then filled his lungs with air. “C’mon, babe, why don’t we go roll around on the sand?” He leaned into her and nibbled on her neck.
Krista twisted in her chair. “Mm. No. I’m not rolling around down on no beach. I don’t want sand in this weave, or getting stuck all up in my ass.”
