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He laughs again. “Don’t worry, baby. Your secret’s safe with me. Like everything else we’ve been doin’.”
I swing the bathroom door open. He’s now leaning back up against the doorframe. “Darrin, right?” I ask, teasingly.
He grins, playing along. “Nah, wrong cat. It’s Desmond; Dez for short. Don’t act like you don’t know.”
“Okay, Dez for short. Why are you here?”
He licks his lips, slow and sexy like. “I made a special trip down here to see you. You know. Maybe take you out to lunch, again. But, uh, I ended up getting something much more exciting.”
His masculine scent mixed with his cologne swirls all around the room. I quickly glance at his crotch and notice a thick, meaty lump in his designer sweats. My clit pulses. My mouth starts to drool. Bitch, get a grip on yourself. I swiftly move around the office, wiping off my desk with a lemon-scented bacterial wipe.
I feel his eyes on me as I try to avoid looking at him. My pussy muscles clench.
Oh, go ahead and fuck him, then send him on his way. You know you want to.
I stop what I’m doing. Place a hand up on my hip. “Um, why are you standing there grinning at me?”
He points at the floor. “You forgot to pick up ya lil’ toy.” The way he says little sounds as if he’s implying he has something much bigger for me to play with. I walk around the desk and quickly scoop down and pick it up. I go back into the bathroom and wash it off, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
Ohmymotherfuckinggod, being around this sexy motherfucker makes my pussy wet.
Then fuck him!
But what if he’s married or in a relationship?
Hooker, it’s a little too late to be concerned about that now, considering you already fucked him twice.
Ugh, Paris, stop this shit! Other than his name, you don’t know shit about his ass.
And that’s what makes fucking him more exciting.
“So, am I gonna get that apology or what?” he asks, slicing into my thoughts. “All a brotha wanted to do is get at this sexy ass store owner who won’t give me her name, but let’s me eat her pussy, and now she tryna hem a muhfucka up wit’ bogus charges.” He laughs. “That’s real fucked up.”
I take a deep sigh, trying not to smile. “I apologize,” I say, sticking my head out of the doorway.
He smiles at me. “What are you apologizin’ for?” I look at him as if he’s two screws from crazy. “Yo, I’m sayin’. I wanna make sure you know what you’re apologizin’ for.”
I suck my teeth. “I apologize for accusing you of breaking in, then threatening to call the police on you.”
He walks up on me. I try not to take him in. Try not to stare at the lump in his pants. But it’s too late. My wet pussy senses his presence. My nipples swell. “And what else?”
I frown, placing my across my shoulder to block his view of my erect nipples poking through my blouse. “What do you mean, ‘and what else’?’ There’s nothing else to apologize to you about.”
“Oh, yeah it is,” he says, pulling in his bottom lip.
“And what’s that?” I ask, inhaling his scent. He reeks of masculinity. My pussy lips start to quiver.
You can let me fuck you with this fat black dick, I hear him say in my head. I blink, stepping back when he steps up in my space. “You can apologize for stoppin’ what you were doin’ and leavin’ a muhfucka hangin’.”
It’s motherfucking on now, girl. I glance up at the ceiling, silently thanking the heavens for this chocolate hunk appearing in my doorway, then bring my attention back to him. I’ma fuck this man real good, I think, smiling.
“Oh, so you think I left you hanging, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah, you did.” He takes another step toward me. This time I don’t move. In my heels, he still hovers over me. I like that. I look up at him. “But I gotta way you can make it up to me.”
“Oh, really? Do tell,” I say coyly. He tells me I can start by giving him my real name. Tells me he wants my number and to take me out to dinner tonight. Fuck a dinner, I think, grinning. Give me the dick! I glance at my watch. It’s eleven-thirty. Since customers don’t usually start coming through until about one or so on Tuesdays, I decide to take opportunity by the balls, and seize the moment. “Well, that’s nice and all. But, I tell you what. I have an even better way to make it up to you.”
“Oh word? I like the sound of that already. So what’s good?”
