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Taking that as my cure, I stepped from my dress and made the few steps in his direction. His eyes followed me. I half expected him to cringe. He didn’t. What surprised me was when he stuck his tongue out slowly running it across his luscious lips. I was within an inch and I was nervous. What was I doing?

“Brooke.” His voice was a hoarse whisper as I reached up and pressed my lips to his.

I was wearing three and a half inch heels and Jamal still towered me by nearly a foot. I loved men with height and right then, I loved Jamal’s encompassing presence. What I now wanted was for him to make the next move. I didn’t want that when this was over that it would seem like I … my thoughts were cut short when he pulled me into a tight embrace, his pelvis pushing into me.

His hardness was defined against his pants and my body responded by sending hot fluid between my thighs. I didn’t want long foreplay. I’d had enough of waiting for this for fifteen long blasted years.

His tongue was doing things to mine that I never experienced. The man was a kisser. I wondered what more he could do. I knew he was a player and most players were just mouth talk. I wanted to put my fantasies to the test. Now was the time to prove Jamal Styles.

He broke the kiss and took my hand. Of course I never expected him to sweep me up in his arms and carry up the stairs. Then he wouldn’t be able to use that back of his. But the gesture was enough for me. I hurried after him as he took the stairs two at a time.

The suspense was killing me. Was Jamal messing with me? Would he laugh me to scorn when he got to his bedroom? All of a sudden I was doubting my move. This would be the end for me if Jamal was to reject me a second time.

We were in the room where he tore his shirt off, buttons flying across the room. My hands were already on his chest as my lips nibbled his chin. While he unbuckled his pants, I was busy realizing my dream of feeling those hard muscles under my fingers. They were everything I’d ever imagined and more.

Then he dropped his pants and my knees almost buckled at the sight. When he pushed me unto the med, I opened my thighs, waiting for him. He wasn’t giving in to me that easily, that bastard.

He sank his face between my breasts, a growl emanating from him. He would then take his time nipping and plucking my nipples. His hands ran over my hot skin evoking more heat that I thought possible. When he finally came to me, I was already on the verge of an explosion.

That chocolate banana filled me. Each movement of his hips, sent ripples of pleasure through me. Jamal was the ardent lover I’d imagined him to be. It didn’t take long for me to feel my insides quiver as an implosion rocked my world. My head swelled, every hair on my head standing on ends. I arched into his thrusts, loving every stroke of his large cock inside me. Loving how the base of his shaft caressed my love button.

My whole world as I knew it changed in that moment. Maybe it was the long awaited anticipation. Maybe it was that I hadn’t had a man like him before. Or maybe it was all the pent up orgasms that I never got to let out. But I swear that the earth moved as I screamed his name.

But what was more enthralling than my own physical pleasure was hearing Jamal’s grunts as groans. What was even more ecstatic was him growling my name as his sank deeply into me, his cock pulsing. His arms trembled as his hips moved in short rapid strokes. He said my name again, his breath short. And again in a whisper before he collapsed on top of me.

We made love again before descending the stairs to rummage inside the kitchen for food. Sex was the one thing you could depend on to make you hungry, especially good sex. As we made love again in the wee hours of the morning, I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle Jamal.

A relationship was not in the books and here I was in his bed. I’d gotten what I wanted. An experience with him. But as I lay, looking up at the ceiling while he slept peacefully beside me, I knew I wanted more. But I could not tell Jamal that.

It was over. I had my revenge. At least that’s what he would say. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew why he did it. He needed to get it over with and this was the best way to end this game. I must accept that.

With a deep sigh and heaviness in my chest, I crept out of bed. Without making a sound I went downstairs, picked up my dress where I left it on the floor. If this was to be our only time together, I might as well end it on a high note.

Making my way to the desk, I took me a pen and paper and wrote a note. Stealthily I returned to the bedroom where I left the note on the night stand with something extra. As I came back downstairs, I felt bad about his car and left an apology. I was gone by the crack of dawn, feeling exhilarated and for the first time in months – sated.

19 – Jamal

It wasn’t a surprise finding Brooke gone. I was disappointed, as I had hoped that we would make love before she left. We’d done it three times already and I was ready again. The taste of her lips, the feel of her hands on my skin, the sweetness of my cock as I thrust into her was something unexpected and glorious.

I stretched and swung my legs from the bed. Quickly, I took a shower, feeling quite energized and ready to take on the Dennison case. I was also anxious to see Brooke and what she had up her sleeves today.

I was fixing my tie when I noticed something on the nightstand. I picked it up and cocked a brow, laughing out loud at another of Brooke’s pranks. Stuck to a note was a twenty dollar bill. I removed the money and read: Thanks for a good time. Here’s your fee.

I should be furious but I wasn’t. Brooke needed to win this game and I was going to let her. It was the only way we both would get past what happened. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with the small spear that now wedged itself in my chest. I was used to one night stands. What I wasn’t used to was getting attached to those one-nighters.

Somehow, the thought that this was over didn’t sit well with me. I needed Brooke to challenge me. I needed her brand of revenge. Perhaps I needed more. More of her intelligence and wit. I didn’t know what it was, but I needed Brooke.

I pocketed my twenty dollars considering how Brooke cheapened what we shared just because she had to have the last word. Still, that twenty dollar meant more to me than I cared to admit. It meant that Brooke had been in my bed. Maybe next time, I’d stick the money in her drawers like I would a stripper. She’d love that.

I happily bounded down the stairs, thinking of our game while anticipating the next episode. I pulled up short upon seeing a note stuck to the wall above my desk Just as I snatched the paper and began to read it, my cell phone rang.

I took the blue tooth ear piece from my pocket and stuck it in my ear, then I tapped. “Hello.”

“It’s Carl, the mechanic.”

“Hey Carl, I know what happened,” I said, my eyes scanning the note Brooke left. “Sugar in the gas tank.”

“How’d that happen man?”

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