Page 76 of Happy Endings

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll introduce you as my ‘good friend.’ If they pry, I’ll change the subject and tell them that you tempted me with your flavored lube.”

“You wouldn’t!” She dipped her fingers in her wine and flicked it at him. “If I was going to tempt you, I’d pick something more exciting than lube.”

“Like Whimsy?” Andre had been thinking about the toy ever since she demo’d it. “It sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Yes, I’ve been dying to test it out.” She pointed at her purple suitcase with her products in it. “I convinced my manager to send me two testers. One for my demo kit and one for me.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go to my place!” He dumped out her wineglass and washed it.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished with that.”

“I promise to make it up to you.” He pressed his lips on her cheek. “Multiple times.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Trixie turned her head until their lips met. She pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“Let’s wrap everything up and head home,” he said when they finally broke apart. “You grab that toy and put it in your purse.”

It was almost midnight when they finally locked the door to Mama Hazel’s. They’d decided it was better to leave her car parked there and walk to his home. After some back and forth, Trixie relented and let him carry her demo kit as they walked the few short blocks.

The early October night was crisp and a little chilly. He’d forgotten to grab his jacket from his office. Trixie wore a sweater dress that clung to her body in all the right places. It must have been thin, because she shivered in the light breeze.

“Cold?”

When she nodded, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close. They walked in sync down the street, stepping over sidewalks split by oak tree roots. Everything about this moment was perfect. He tried to memorize the way her black hair tickled his cheek when the wind picked up. How the curve of her hip bumped against his as they walked under the yellow glow of streetlamps.

“Ready?” he asked when they arrived at his stoop.

She nodded. Andre picked up her suitcase and carried it up the six short steps onto his small porch. He motioned for her to walk softly as they made their way upstairs.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking back into my room after staying out past curfew,” he whispered as he locked his bedroom door behind them. “I don’t want to wake up Keisha since she has her exam in the morning.”

“What were you like as a teenager?” she asked, untucking his shirt. “I can’t imagine you as an awkward teen.”

“I was the worst teenager.” He lifted his arms as she pulled the shirt over his head. “Awkward and horny.”

Trixie giggled. Her warm breath sent shivers across his chest.

“I don’t believe it.”

Her hot tongue circled his nipple. He inhaled sharply.

“There’s no awkward bone in your body. Horny, on the other hand...” She dropped kisses on his chest. One after the other, traveling down until she reached the waistband of his jeans.

“I can think of at least one,” he groaned.

She unbuttoned the fly and slid both jeans and his boxer shorts down to his ankles.

“Found it,” she whispered as his erection was freed. She kissed the head of his cock.

Andre inhaled sharply and braced himself against the door. Trixie went down on her knees and cupped his balls. She licked the underside of his cock, sending electric shocks down his legs. He was about to lose his mind, and her hand had barely touched him.

“Aren’t we supposed to test Whimsy?” he gasped as she swirled her tongue around his swollen head.

She paused and pulled away. Cold air hit his cock as she released it from her grasp.

“Oh, yeah. Let me grab it out of my purse. Don’t move.”

Trixie smiled to herself as she dug through her bag. She’d forgotten how much fun it was to tease Andre. Put him on edge this way. He preferred to be in control in the bedroom, but not tonight. Sometimes he needed to lean back and enjoy her attention. He preferred focusing on her pleasure but turnaround was fair play.If he could tease her to the edge of orgasm and pull back, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine.

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