Page 58 of Like You Love Me

It was a busy evening with chauffeurs and Lyft drivers parked all along the hotel. So, it took longer than he anticipated to receive the text message that their limo was out in front waiting for them. London and Bianca said their goodbyes, and the entire time he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Their eyes met, and he didn’t miss the mysterious twinkle in Bianca’s eyes or the way her tongue darted out to lick her kissable lips. They were painted and moist and had his body clenching in response. After saying goodnight to his in-laws, he clasped his hands around her delicate fingers and let her out the ballroom door and through the hotel lobby to retrieve their coats. As soon as their gloves were on, London led Bianca into the revolving door, away from the warm building and into the icy air. Drawing her close to his side, he shielded her from the cold.

“You still feeling sleepy?” he asked.

“Sleep? What’s that?” she replied with her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Good answer,” he chuckled and tore his gaze away from his wife to see their limousine ease to a stop. The driver came around the vehicle to open the door. London helped her into the vehicle then climbed in beside her. Mere moments after shutting the door, the limo pulled away. London lifted Bianca up and onto his lap and cuddled her close. She draped an arm across his shoulders and stared at him.

“Did I tell you how handsome you looked tonight?” she said with a sultry whisper that made him want her right then and there.

“Not anywhere near as beautiful as you looked.”

Bianca leaned forward, covering her lips with his, and he felt out of control within moments. London tightened his grip at her waist and rocked beneath her. He deepened the kiss and slid a hand underneath the seam of her gown and up her thighs. As he crept closer to her center, Bianca moaned against his lips, parting her legs giving him better access. While their tongues danced, his index finger reached the crotch of her panties to find her hot and moist. As he made contact, a whimper slipped from her throat, which had his erection throbbing in anticipation of being released. London continued to caress and stroke her while resisting the urge to push the fabric aside so he could touch her delicate folds. He knew by doing so, it would be his undoing, and they would be having a quickie right here in the limo.

“I can’t get you home fast enough,” he groaned.

Bianca tore her mouth from his, turning her head and exhaling as if gasping for air. “I hope so,” she told him.

He buried his face at the crook of her neck and started licking. It was his turn to moan. His wife tasted delicious. The delicate feeling of her skin against his lips had him shifting on the seat. He was tempted to have her unbuckle his slacks and wrap her long slender fingers around him, but it would end too soon, and he wanted this evening to last. With Sierra at Denise’s, they had the entire night.

London took several deep breaths straining for control and covered her lips again with his. He felt his cell phone vibrate and without ending the kiss, he fished inside his left pocket for the device and saw Denise’s name on the screen. “Hey, sis. Sierra behaving?”

“Yes, she’s fine. She is asleep in the guest bedroom.”

London noticed the worried look on his wife’s face and nodded to assure her everything was okay.

“I just received a call from Camille, and I wanted you to hear this from me first,” his sister explained.

“What’s up?”

She hesitated before saying, “They found Caleb.”

“He rolled into the house staggering drunk again?” he asked and frowned.

“No.” There was another long pause. “Someone found Caleb’s body.”

“What?” Alarm raged through his gut.

“London…, he’s dead.”

“Dead. What the hell happened?” He asked and saw the fear on Bianca’s face. He took the phone away from his ear and pressed Speaker so she could also hear.

Denise’s voice shook as she spoke. “They found his body on the side of the road near the train tracks. It looks like it was hit-and-run.”

“Oh, no!” Bianca gasped.

London shook his head. “Dammit! I hate to hear it’s come to this. Does Mona know?”

“Yes, Carmen is with her.” There was another pause. “London, there’s more.”

“What’s going on?”

“The police want to talk to you.”

His eyes shifted to meet Bianca’s gaze.

“What? Why?” Bianca cried.

He signaled for Bianca to stay calm as he said, “Talk to me about what?”

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