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She sighs sweetly and I capture the sound with my mouth. Slipping my tongue inside, I feel her toes curl against my legs and take the kiss deeper. And deeper until I’m sinking in it. A tender joining but with no less passion. The kind of kiss that I have only ever known with Dee. Where it grabs you by the soul and doesn’t let go. Where time seems to still and the world stops spinning.
There is no rush. No race. Just slow. Endlessly slow to savor every minute, every move, every moan.
“I love kissing you.” My mouth lingers on her lips before I ease back and move the sheet out of the way. “I love looking at you.” My hands slide up the hem of her short nightie. “All of you. Even when you’re not around. I still have a vivid picture of you in my head.”
When the satin clears her head and her curls fall around the tops of her shoulders like ribbons of sable, I take her in my arms. Feel her tremble. I lay her back on the bed. But rather than devour all those luscious curves, I gentle my hands over them. Feeling her moan softly under my touch, her move fluidly beneath my palms. I explore her as if it’s the first time. Though I know every inch of her body, it feels new. Different. As if a reawakening.
I lean in to sample all the tastes of Dee. The sleek honey of her mouth. The vanilla warmth of her breasts, chocolate swirls of her nipples. The creamy satin of her belly and the sweet heat between her thighs. I sip instead of gulp. Glide instead of dive.
I feel her heart pounding everywhere. A primal beat, pumping under my lips, my hands. Her throaty moans sprint through my blood. Hereyelids flutter, her muscles quiver, her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer until she’s gasping and shaking all over.
The pleasure of loving Dee is clear like morning dew, vast like the bluest ocean. When her palms slide over my back, her touch is a desire that I feel more than skin deep. I slide up her body to seal the connection. She closes around me. Velvety soft and silky wet. We remain poised for a blissful moment, joined, mated. I seek her hands, locking our fingers together over her head. Then we begin to move. Together, taking and giving; a lover’s dance. The music between us builds to a crescendo. I watch her eyes go smoky as she crests, feel her fingers gripping mine, her body going taut, tighter; a drawn bow of trembling need.
My vision grays, my strokes hasten, and it’s Dee’s cries of release that I swallow as I let myself fall.
While Dee showers and getsdressed for work, I go into the kitchen to start the coffee. It feels good to be back home. To be back with Dee. It feels good to be building a life with her. One that will be free of Malcolm.
Putting the plan in motion, I grab my phone off the counter and scroll to his message from yesterday.Great show. Makes the deal sweeter.
I unclench my fist and type:I’ve got a sweeter deal to offer. Tomorrow. 9 p.m. Meet me at The Grinder off Interstate 70.
He doesn’t respond right away even when my phone indicates that he’s read the message. Fucking bastard. He waits ten minutes to text.Call me.
He’s too shrewd to take my message at face value or to chance a longer text exchange that could incriminate him. I tap the audio button and make the call.
“Hello,son. Let’s hear this so-called deal to see if it’s worth my while.”
“I’m not doing this over the phone.” I keep my voice cool.
“Seems you’ve forgotten who’s in control here.”
“I know exactly who’s in control.”
“Then you know I’m the one with the story.”
“You want to take your chances that you’re playing with a full house, go ahead. But I think a smart man would want to know what cards are on the table before he plays his final hand.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re up to, but don’t think you can screw me over.”
“Tomorrow, Malcolm.” I hang up.
Several minutes later, Dee walks in like a summer breeze, thawing my icy emotions. Her smile is adorably crooked and teasing.
“How lucky am I?” she says as I pour the coffee. “My very own sexy barista.”
“I’m the lucky one.” I extend my arms out to her and she walks into them.
“You okay?” Dee asks, attuned to me.
“I will be. Just spoke to Malcolm.”
“Oh.” Her face lifts to mine. “What happened?”
I repeat the gist of the phone call.
Anger fires in her eyes. “He’s such a dick.”
I manage a grin because rarely does Dee talk like that. “He is. But he’ll show. Backing down from my challenge would show weakness. That’s his Achilles’ heel.”
