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“Oh, shit, daaaaaaamn...my bad...”
Legs up, slit pulled open by fingers and vibrator, a puddle of pussy juice on my desk, everything around me comes to a screeching halt. My eyes pop open. My mouth drops open. It takes a minute to register that the voice I just heard isn’t the one in my head. That there’s a man—not just any man, but a fine, sexy-ass motherfucker—standing in the doorway, licking his lips with a crooked grin plastered on his face, staring at me.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms folded. “I was really starting to enjoy the view.”
I jump up, skirt bunched up around my hips, shirt unbuttoned, titties exposed. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you doing in here?!” I yell, dropping my vibrator and quickly trying to cover myself. With one hand over my chest, I snatch the remote to the stereo off the file cabinet, shutting it off. I’m completely shocked, embarrassed, and too muthafucking through! “How in the hell did you get in here?”
A grin locks on his face as he tries hard to keep his eyes from roaming from my erect nipples to my bare hips. I attempt to pull my skirt down over my bare ass. I want to slap that damn smirk off his beautiful chocolate face. “I walked in.”
“No, you didn’t,” I snap, grabbing my cell off the sofa. “You broke in my damn store and tried to rob me. I’m calling the police...”
He walks up on me, grabbing me by the arm. “Yo hold up. Now you reachin’. Stop the theatrics and listen to me. Like I said, I walked in. The door was unlocked. What the fuck I wanna break in ya spot for when I was just up in this muhfucka a few weeks ago and dropped almost two grand for a damn bag for my moms?”
Well, he has a point. “Well, you should—”
He cuts me off. “Well’, nothin’. I stood at the register and waited for you. I even called out for you. But I guess you were, uh, caught up in the...music.”
He rubs his chin. “And from the looks of things, looks like you were really in a zone.” He starts laughing and this only pisses me off.
“I don’t see shit funny. And get your damn hand off of me. You’re trespassing. And you assaulted me by putting your damn hands on me.”
He laughs harder. This nigga is crazy, I think, frowning. I just threatened to call the police on his ass and he’s standing here laughing. “I didn’t barge in on you, beautiful. And I’m not trespassing. And I damn sure haven’t assaulted you. Once, twice, three times, the door wasn’t locked and I walked in. The only thing I’m tryna do is stop you from makin’ a damn fool outta ya’self.” He shakes his head, letting my arm go. “Yo, you wanna call the cops, then do you.” He takes a seat. “I’ll be right here waitin’ on ’em.”
I storm out of the office to assess the situation. I scan the store. Everything looks to be in order. Then I go over to the door and turn the knob. It opens. There are no signs of tampering with the lock or forced entry. Now I really feel like shit for accusing him of breaking in when I didn’t even lock the damn door. I thought I had. You fucking idiot! How could you be so damn stupid? I shake my head, locking it. I tuck my blouse into my skirt, then zip it, smoothing out the fabric, then walk back into the office to face him.
I stare at him, raise a brow. Whew, this man is fine as hell. But I’m still mad. Mad at myself for being so careless and getting caught like that. And mad at him for being so goddamn fine, and me not being able to have him in between my legs finishing off what he disrupted. Or can I?
He smirks. “Did you call ’em?”
“No, I didn’t.” He asks why, smirking. “Because there’s no need to.”
“Hmmm, isn’t that sumthin’? So, it wasn’t the dark, handsome cat with the sexy-swag who did it after all, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, whatever, smart-ass. You still had no business walking back here. This is an unauthorized area.”
He laughs. “Yo, beautiful...admit it. You fucked up, babe. But, it’s all good ’cause ya screw up turned out to be my blessing.” I suck my teeth. “Next time you in here tryna get ya finger swerve on, you might wanna double-check to make sure you have the door locked. So now you owe me an apology, don’t you think?”
I huff, sweeping my bang across my forehead. “Didn’t you see the sign in the window?” I ask, ignoring him as I stomp into my private bathroom, slamming the door on him. I lock it.
“Yeah, I saw it as I was turning the doorknob to come in,” he says on the other side of the door.
“And you still walked in, knowing no one was in?” I stare at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How the hell did you not lock the damn door? What if someone else had walked up in here? See, that’s what your horny ass gets.
“Someone was here,” he says, laughing. “And she was mad busy tryna get it in.”
Shit! “Hahaha, hell. So glad you find this amusing.” Way to go, bitch! You have definitely given this motherfucker something to talk about with his boys. “Well, you still had no business walking up in here like that.”
He keeps laughing. “Shit, I’m glad I walked in when I did. I might’ve missed the show. It’s not often a man walks up on a sexy-ass chick getting herself off.”
Oh, so he thinks I’m sexy. I wonder how long his ass was standing there watching me. For some twisted reason, the idea that he’d been standing there watching my mini-sex performance the whole time causes excitement to rush to my clit. I shake the thought from my head, sucking my teeth. “Okay, so you caught me with my hands in my pussy; big deal. Don’t act like you haven’t seen my pussy before.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, true. And a pretty pussy it is.”
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, grinning. Whew, this nigga is gonna be a problem. If I don’t cut him off soon. “Mmmph. Flattery will get you nowhere.”
He laughs. “C’mon, ma, don’t be like that. You know what it is. You should be glad I walked up on you instead of some other muhfucka.”
“Mmmph.”
