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Nairobia had attended the closed-casket funeral. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of celebrities, professional athletes, and mourners flocked to pay their respects. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces seeing Marcel so broken, so lost. Beset with grief. And regret. And guilt.
He was inconsolable for months after Marika’s death. He’d cut himself off from the world. Cocooned from the prying eyes of the press and media. Practically vanishing.
And here he was now, one year later…looking more desirable than ever.
So, so…fuckable.
“…She’s an author, model, and one of the most desired women around the globe…”
Nairobia blinked, catching Marcel’s burning gaze on her flushed face.
“…That’s right, my freaky peeps…tonight’s guest is a woman who has graced the covers of both Playboy and Penthouse; is the CEO of her own production company, Sweet Pleasures; and, has built a multimillion-dollar empire with her exclusive adult toy line, Nasty. Just how we like it…”
I am good pussy.
I am good loving.
I am unforgettable fucking.
Nairobia smiled, slowly crossing one sultry leg over another, then clasping her hands in her lap.
“Without further ado, Tri-State, I introduce to you Nairobia Jansen…” There was the sound of applause coming from in back of her. There were several dozen guests in the studio who’d been invited to tonight’s live show. They would all be given a basket of sex toys and edibles from her latest collection, along with an autographed copy of her book, Good Pussy.
Nairobia adjusted her headphones. “Ooh, thank you, my darling,” she said seductively, while trying to temper her Dutch accent without completely disposing of it. She reached over and touched Marcel’s hand. “It’s so good to see you, my love. Thanks for having me on the show.”
“Nah, baby, thank you. It’s damn good seeing you, too. And, yo, trust. I see you, baby.” His gaze slowly roamed over her. “Yo, my peeps…I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now…” There was howling and whistling in back of them from the studio’s male guests, and even some of the females. “This beauty is mad sexy, yo. Spellbinding. She smells good. Looks good. She’s damn intoxicating, my peeps. I can see why so many muhfuckas have been turned out. You got mofos drooling all over the place.”
Nairobia glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
Always known for flaunting her most famous assets—her voluptuous breasts, curvaceous hips, and beautiful round ass—in scandalous wears, tonight was no exception.
She was scantily sheathed in a diamond net mini-dress with a neckline that plunged below her navel and a slit that crawled up to her bare pussy with an open back to match, leaving nothing—and I do mean, nothing, to the imagination. She stood. Placed a hand on her hip, and slowly turned, giving everyone in the room an up close and personal view of her body. She had an ass like two basketballs, and men loved seeing it bounce. She was tempted to bend over, grab her ankles and make it shake in Marcel’s handsome face. But that would be tasteless. She was a lady, after all. Classy.
“Damn, baby,” Marcel said low and husky wiping fingers over his brow. “It’s getting hot in here. Yo, Tri-State, this beauty has ya boy sweating like crazy.”
She smiled, taking her seat. “I take that to mean you like, no?”
“Do I like?” He licked his lips. She was sure it was subconsciously done as his lusty gaze scanned her body again. She had that effect on many. “Yo, let’s just say you’re starting to awaken the beast.”
Her cunt clenched. “Mmm,” she purred, reaching over and running a manicured finger along the inside of his thigh. “And does this beast bite?” she teased.
Marcel let out a low groan. “Nah, nah, baby. As long as you’re petting it and keeping it wet, it’s good.” She gave him a knowing glance. And good it was. Her finger traced the length of his ever-growing cock. Then, before she wrapped her hand around the stretched fabric of his pants and groped it, she snatched her hand away—acutely aware of the audience in back of them, even though she loved being watched.
She feigned disappointment. “Too bad, my darling. Ik hou van zijn gebeten.” I love being bitten.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “Damn, baby, there you go talking that sexy shit.” His crooked grin, followed by dimples, and a glint of mischief dancing in the pools of his eyes, had her slowly melting.
Damn him.
“Arrêtez d’essayer de me tourner.”
He told her in his smooth, honey-rich voice to stop trying to turn him on. Lucky for her—and to her world travels, she understood French. She smiled. “I’d never do anything you wouldn’t want done,” she confessed, flirting with the fantasy of a good fucking.
“Aiight, aiight. I heard that,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t tempt me. Word up, yo. But before I get sidetracked wit’ tryna chain you to this desk ‘n’ having my way with you, let’s jump right into tonight’s interview.”
She nodded and smiled. “Yes, let’s.”
“Aiight. You’ve modeled. You’ve done porn. You’ve graced the covers of magazines. You’ve written two best sellers. You’ve created your own sex toy line…” Nairobia nodded as he listed her accomplishments. “And now you’ve opened your very own club in Manhattan. Tell us about it.”
