Page 4 of Tammaro DeLuca

“Sure, they are.” She giggled.

“Make it two and you’ve got a deal.” I turned to face the bar, waiting for her answer.

“Deal.”

She kept her promise of purchasing two rounds. I picked up the rest. Somewhere between laughing, joking, and talking, I stopped denying the attraction between us. I flirted a few times, and she didn’t shy away from me. Years ago, it was different. I practically begged her for that first date. I did whatever it took, because Papà was depending on me. Now, I was interested in her for several reasons. What’d they say about fine wine? It got better over time and the body on Yolanda had me wondering about her genes. She didn’t have work done, her hips and thighs lined up with her ass, and her breasts had too much jiggle. All of that was purely her, and I wasn’t mad. Not at all.

“Listen, I have a suite across the street. How about we finish our nightcap up there?” She asked.

This wasn’t part of the plan. Fucking the mark happened sometimes, but with Yolanda it was personal. We had unresolved shit, and it could go left when she found out from her father what I was up to.

“So, you can laugh at me some more?” To fuck, or to let her go.

“Maybe.”

“If we go upstairs, it won't be a damn thing funny about it. Everything will get serious real fast.” I wanted her, and I wasn’t shy about letting her know. Especially since she’d extended the invitation. It would make things messy later, though.

“Is that a promise?” She used the tip of her tongue to pull her lip into her mouth, and then she released it slowly.

“It is. But first, you’ve got to give me your name.” Play your cards right.

“Yolanda,” she stood up, “but once we’re upstairs, that’ll change.”

“To be?” I saw the full package and decided right there that I was about to break every rule. Yolanda was stacked, Coke, Pepsi, and all the rest of the glass bottles. She was sitting on all that. Because seeing it altogether differed from when she was sitting. No more little sweet girl from the beach.

“Something sweet.”

“Are we back to the romantic shit?” I raised my eyebrow, because even when we were married, I wasn’t doing that. It was business, and she was just a liability. Love didn’t exist and there was no awestruck boy here buying into her pipe dreams.

“Don’t lump me into the same category as Cara. Romance works out for some people, but that’s not what I’m into. However, I won’t sit here and explain what I do like.”

“No, that’s for upstairs.” I finished my drink and stood. “Lead the way, baby.”

Yolanda stepped close to me, looking into my eyes. For a few beats, time stood still, and she transported back in time. Air left my lungs in a loud whoosh from my ears, but then she stepped back. Shaking her head like she’d seen a ghost.

“I’m ready.” She said before taking my hand and leading me to our destination.

Hypnotized by the sway of her hips, I followed, plotting on what I was about to do–the positions I was going to put her in.

Upstairs, she peeled off her dress as she walked, revealing a black lace bra and panties. She moved to step out of her heels, and I stopped her.

“Leave them.”

“Yes, sir.” She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and it was perfect. It sat high on her head, making it easy to wrap around my hand and control her–pull her into every stroke.

I took off my suit jacket, shirt, and shoes. I unbuckled my belt, and it hung at my waist.

“Something to drink?” She asked.

“Water.”

She grabbed two bottles and proceeded to the bedroom. I followed, and she disappeared into the bathroom for a second. When she returned, I was sitting on the bed sipping the water she’d gotten me. She walked up to me slowly, and I set down the bottle, ready for what I really wanted. I reached up, pulling her head to me, taking her mouth.

Her soft lips welcomed me, and she straddled my lap. I deepened the kiss, tasting the fresh fruits of her drinks. Strawberries, blueberries, lemons, and cherries. The smoothness of her tongue accepted the teasing of mine. She pushed it upward, catching the underside of mine. It was sloppy erotically, welcoming me into her body.

My hands traveled over her, getting the chance to admire the changes in it. Naw, if I was doing this, I wouldn’t hold back from what I wanted. If she got on top, this was going to be over quick. I’d been dreaming of this moment for fifteen fucking years. It would not disappear in twenty minutes.

I stood, lifting her with me. I put her on the edge of the bed and kissed down the center of her body until I got between her legs. She smelled fresh, like she’d washed while she was in the bathroom. It was her natural scent I craved. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and pressed my nose to her heat.

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