Page 52 of Some Like It Spicy


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She still tried, “It wasn’t me.”

But her stomach promptly grumbled again.

Still laughing, he sat up. “Okay, let’s go feed you.”

THEIR ‘ARRANGEMENT’ COMMENCED IN A more vigorous and fiery fashion than Barry expected. He’d never been in a friends-with-benefits situation before, but he was certain that participants of such situationships had more self-control than he and Xolani had.

They were like rabbits that had just been let out of a hatch; wild, uninhibited, and uncontrollable.

Whenever they had a spare evening or day, they spent it with each other. Sometimes they tried to talk first but their time together always led to them getting naked. It was only five days since they’d sealed and stamped their agreement, but their sex-rounds’ count was already in the double-digits.

Barry should’ve been tired and begging for a break, but he felt more alive than he’d ever felt. If it was up to him, he’d spend all his days and nights with her and in her.

Had Xolani turned him into a sex fiend? Or had this insatiable beast always lived inside him just waiting for the right person to activate it?

He craved her every hour and day. Sometimes, he toyed with the idea of dropping by her office just so he could see her. Only the knowledge that Xolani wouldn’t like it kept him away from her. But it was hard. It was really, really hard.

On Friday, he eagerly waited for her to send him a message that she was done with work. When he got the message, he shot out of his seat like a bullet. Even saying goodbye to his workmates felt like a waste of time, but he managed some fast goodbyes before taking the elevator down to the basement.

He would’ve preferred that he and Xolani share a car while going home, but neither of them wanted their workmates to know of their relationship. They’d decided that it was better to just meet up at each other’s homes.

He dropped by a drive-through restaurant to grab dinner for them before heading to her place. Her car was already parked in her spot when he got there. Grinning, he bounded to the elevator and up to her place. He didn’t even need to buzz twice. On the first buzz, the door swung open.

“What?” Her face lit up with delight when she saw the bag of food that he was holding up in front of his face. “How did you know I was too lazy to cook?”

“I just knew.” He stepped into the house and hugged her.

One of them closed the door as they hugged – he wasn’t sure who. Keeping one hand around her body, he placed the food on a table in the entryway. Then he came back for a more intimate welcome.

One kiss turned to two. Two kisses turned to three. Three turned to…

He hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Barry, we should eat first,” she protested as he carried her to her bedroom.

He slapped her ass. “Later.”

An hour later, they lay in each other’s arms, naked, sweaty, and breathless from exertion.

“What the hell, Barry?” Xolani’s eyes danced with amusement. “You couldn’t even wait for me to eat? Where’s this stamina coming from? Are you high on something?”

“Yeah.” He pressed a fast kiss to her lips. “I’m high on you.”

“I’d love to say I’m flattered but being your addiction is hard work. Ah!” She groaned in mock pain and grabbed her waist as she slowly sat up. “I think you broke my back.’

“Your back is fine.” His gaze lowered from her face to linger on her breasts, stomach, then her pussy. “But if you need me to break other parts of you, I’ve got time and energy to spare.”

“Oh my God. No. Stay away from me.” She scrambled off the bed and scurried toward the attached bathroom.

With a laugh, he followed her there. There was a tussle as she tried to keep him out, but he was stronger than her. Soon, they were in the shower together.

Honest to God, he only wanted to bathe together.

It wasn’t his fault that she had such a great body. It wasn’t his fault that she looked so delicious when wet. It wasn’t his fault that looking at her made him itch to touch her.

How was he supposed to control himself when she moaned every time he kissed her? How could he stop himself from deepening the kiss or touching her as he wanted to when she practically melted into him? How could she turn around, grind her naked ass against his rock-hard dick, then expect no consequences?

He wasn’t a eunuch.

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