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Just for a moment.
“Good day, MarSell,” she said—a smile easing over her lips, just before disconnecting the call.
TWENTY-FOUR
“These just came for you,” Josiah said as he walked into Nairobia’s office, carrying a floral arrangement almost as wide as his broad shoulders. “Where do you want them?” he asked behind the exquisite arrangement of pink cymbidium orchids and white and pink roses.
Nairobia’s breath caught. The flowers were simply gorgeous. She pointed over toward the credenza in front of the window. “You can sit them over there.” She stood up and walked over as he set the large crystal vase on the table, breathing in him and the flowers, both intoxicating scents making her almost lightheaded.
He hadn’t shaved this morning, and the light brown formed a shadow on his jaw, the light stubble giving the pretty boy a sexy rugged look.
Nairobia liked it. A lot.
Through the veil of her dark lashes, she drank in the sight of him a little longer than she probably should have, feeling her body tingle with desire.
“Thank you, my love,” she said, circling him, running a hand over his chest, then up and down his muscled arm, before sliding her fingertips along his back. He wore a black PLEASURE ZONE T-shirt that molded perfectly to his chiseled chest and a pair of black jeans covering his long, muscled legs.
“It’s been days since you’ve pleasured me, my sweet Josiah. You wish to make love to me, no?” she asked, her eyes flashing with lust, her gaze settling on his crotch.
He smirked and eyed Nairobia up and down. “You haven’t had time for me, lately.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but it had been on the tip of his tongue for over a week now. She’d been summoning him less and less since the club’s opening. And he was beginning to wonder if she’d found herself someone else to toy with, perhaps that new security/bodyguard of hers. Even behind those dark shades of his, Josiah had seen the way Lamar looked at her with raw hunger in his eyes.
Josiah was young, but far from silly to believe he’d ever be her only lover. Though he’d had hoped that eventually what they shared would, could, evolve into something more meaningful than mere fucking. He felt like a piece of meat on display for her nourishment.
And he was.
There to feed her hunger, whenever, however—on demand, at her beck and call.
Still, he no longer liked his station in her life as her boy toy. And he didn’t necessarily like how Nairobia treated him as if he were privileged to get her attention—any attention. He wasn’t a submissive, per se. He wasn’t into groveling for attention, or begging to be humiliated. And he wasn’t into pain. But he didn’t mind role-playing if that’s what she wanted. He loved pleasing her, loved submitting to her desires.
And he loved fucking her.
He was a man—all man. With a big dick that grew hard as granite. And he knew how to fuck—thanks to her. Nairobia had made him the incredible lover he was. And he wanted to take what she’d taught him to greater sexual heights, with no one else but her.
Sure he’d been with a few girls his own age, but he’d found them sexually boring. Nairobia, on the other hand, was spontaneous and exciting and uninhibited. She’d taught him how to surrender to pleasure, and how to pleasure a woman. She’d pushed him sexually. Tested his boundaries. He had become hers, to tease, to taunt, to toy with. To bring her pleasure when she required it, demanded it, expected it.
When Nairobia looked at him, all he saw was heat and passion and raw desire. He saw nothing else when he looked in her eyes. However, he was acutely aware of her insatiable libido. Her sexuality oozed from her pores. Her sex drive was always in overdrive, so he understood the rules. That she’d take more than one lover, whenever, wherever, she felt the burning urge to. Josiah had been fine with that. But, over the last several months, he found himself growing, evolving. He found himself wanting to bend the rules, some. Wanted to build a relationship with someone. Maybe one day have a family.
He wanted that with only one person.
He wanted that with Nairobia.
He had already admitted to himself his need of her. He wanted her, no doubt. Not only sexually, emotionally as well. He was committed and unapologetically loyal to her. But he knew Nairobia wasn’t there with him. And she’d probably never get there. So he knew he’d eventually need to make some decisions about this arrangement they’d been sharing over the last several years. Not today though. Today he’d stay in the moment…until he was no longer able to stand.
Josiah slid his arm around Nairobia’s waist and pulled her into him, almost possessively. She wrapped her arms around his body, melting into his muscled heat, loving the feel of his hard pecs and rippled abs. She felt her pussy warming.
Before another word was exchanged between them, Nairobia took him by the wrist, bringing his hand between her thighs. As usual, she wore nothing beneath her dress. On contact, Josiah groaned as he cupped her there, the base of his hand against her clitoris.
“Give me your fingers,” she urged. “Right here, right now. Finger out my juices.”
Josiah closed his eyes, slipping his middle finger between her folds and inside her. He licked his lips. She was hot and slick.
“You feel what you do to me, my love?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
He wanted to believe that. That he was the reason for her perpetual arousal. But he knew better. Nairobia’s juices flowed without cause. She stayed wet and ready.
Nairobia’s breath hitched. “You like how I feel, no?”
