Page 52 of Tempt Me

Was I really planning on trying to fit that beast inside me?

Chapter Sixteen

Maybe I’d exaggerated the size of Dontrel’s cock in my mind? But just the thought of seeing his thick hard-on again was enough to make my insides squirm.

I applied my makeup and took extra care with shades of color on my eyes. Not that I thought he took much notice of me at lunch, but I didn’t want to risk it. Dontrel would probably remember my black bobbed hair, so once again, I tucked my hair up into that wig.

Now for choosing an outfit. The idea of wearing black seemed appropriate because not only was it Black Friday, but I was also about to have a steamy sexual encounter with a black man.

At least, that was the plan.

My sequined dress was out of the question; it’d already proven a poor choice because of its inability to slip off at a moment’s notice. I tugged dress after dress from the hook and finally settled on a classic little black dress.

And for a little fun, I spiced it up by wearing sexy red lingerie underneath.

The dress slipped over my head and glided easily down my body. It fell just below my knees, but the plunging neckline failed to hide my red bra. I tugged at it, trying to conceal the red lace, but each time it bounced back.

I was on the verge of whipping it all off and starting again when I realized that this sexy look suited my cheeky Memphis perfectly.

With that settled, I applied my trusty Bobbi Brown red lipstick, grabbed my bag, and headed toward my smoking hot Jamaican man.

I checked my appearance in the elevator mirrors and could hardly believe it was my own reflection. What I did with my eyes changed me completely. Makeup was a miracle worker. And I was on my way to meet another miracle. I grinned, and when I liked what I saw in the mirror, I grinned some more.

As the door opened and I strode like a model on a Paris runway toward Dontrel’s room, I felt damn good. As I fiddled in my bra to plump my boobs up, I knocked twice on his door.

The door eased open, and oh my god, I nearly passed out at my first glimpse of him.

I have walked into heaven.

Dontrel had just stepped from the shower, and slung low on his hips was a white towel, and his wet body shimmered in the discreet entrance lighting.He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Well ’ello, if it isn’t Miss Memphis.”

Holy shit.He remembered my name. “Hello Dontrel,” I said with confidence.

He stepped aside, and as I slipped past this heavenly god, I trailed my fingers across his steely abs.God damn, the man was solid muscle.

“’Ave you come back for another game?”

I hooked my bag over the back of the chair and turned to him. “I have.”

The door clicked shut behind him. “I hope it’s not strip poker, ’cause I’m not wearin’ much.”

I laughed and then wriggled my eyebrows. “Neither am I.”

His lovely black skin enhanced his brilliant white teeth.

“Let’s carry on where we left off, shall we?” I said. “I believe you called it Pleasure Me, Pleasure You.”

“Ah yes, it’s coming back to me now.” He cocked his head. “And we’re still not having sex. Is that right?”

A debate galloped through my brain. As much as I was intrigued, one thought of the monster he had concealed beneath his towel scared the hell out of me. The masterpiece was likely to split me in two, and I didn’t want to end up in a hospital like those poor people I’d seen on those awful hospital reality shows. “Correct, no sex,” I finally said. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.”

“I’m already ’aving fun,” he said, and I saw the movement beneath his towel.

Wow, men really are easy to please.

I slipped out of my red court shoes and lifted my dress over my head.

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