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“Sorry. I’m all in your business and have only known you a second.”
“It’s all good.” Bakari placed his arm lightly around my waist and dimpled at me. “So Nikki, how long are you here?”
Trying to ignore the heat of his arm, I replied calmly, “Just until Wednesday. I’m here for a conference.”
“That’s right. At the other resort. Why not stay until the weekend?”
I guffawed, “Um...because that’s money I don’t have. My company barely paid for this trip.”
“Understood.”
“What about you? How long?’
“Probably until Sunday.”
“Probably?”
“I’m not sure yet when I’ll leave. Don’t have to be in the office for the next two weeks. Jamaica is one of my fav places.” He looked at the glass doors of my building. “Is this you?”
“Yeah,” I replied, although I wish I could say “no.” I didn’t want this time with him to end. Conversation flowed easily with him. And the energy between us snapped, crackled, and popped.
Within seconds, he opened the door to let me walk past him. My arm brushed his bare chest, and I could feel the smooth pec muscles. He pushed the button for the elevator, and we faced each other in the bright light of the lobby. His body was even more banging than I imagined, begging for my touch. I averted my eyes to his face, and my knees buckled slightly at the intensity of his dark gaze. Belatedly, I recognized that his interest in me was more than friendly. That he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His focus became my lips as his voice became slightly husky, “Therapy might help.”
“Therapy?” I managed to squeak out. “I thought about it but figured I could work through it on my own.”
Bakari’s eyes met mine again, and his oh-so-full lips curved slightly. “Not that type of therapy.”
“Then which type...oh...um...?” He moved ever so closer, and suddenly I couldn’t find my words or thoughts. “I guess it could help.”
“You guess? I’m sure.” He chuckled again, and the sound zeroed on my already dripping lady parts.
Our gazes unlocked at the ting announcing the arrival of the elevator. Bakari bent his head, and his lips caressed my exposed shoulder and neck before lifting his head slightly to look at me. “Is there anyone waiting for you in your room?”
“No. Don’t you have a woman? Didn’t you already do it tonight?” I sounded breathless to myself, wondering why I asked such foolish questions at this moment. I didn’t care about the woman he’d been with earlier or if that woman was possibly his wife. The hunger for him erasing common sense and logic. I hadn’t had sex in two years, and his very essence oozed amazing sex. I needed this. I needed him.
“Does it matter if I have a woman?” He asked while he nibbled on my neck, pushing me back into the empty elevator. “We’re in Jamaica. I want you. You want me to fuck you. Does that really matter?”
His casual profanity had me even hotter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, brushing the top of his wavy head as he continued to place kisses on my shoulder. “Doesn’t matter at all. Suite 424.”
“To answer your other question, I didn’t even kiss her.” With a delicious lick of his tongue, he opened my lips as he pressed the elevator button to my floor, and the doors closed.
