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“Why are you even here?” I ask sounding like a petulant child.

He scratches his head, opening my closet. “Well, if you must know two people had sex without a condom and now every day, I am fighting for my life.”

My pussy squeezes angrily at me. It’s like it’s cussing me out for its denied orgasm. I pull my legs together, trying to stop the mini shockwaves only to feel wax grating in my inner thigh. It reminds me that I have to get this off to attend my brother’s fund raiser.

It takes some minutes but with the help of a yoni steamer and a rat tail comb, we were able to get all the wax out.

Tarek’s hands move with care as he gently pulled the robe snug around me, his touch lingers for just a moment longer. I watch him as he quietly begins to clean up the mess we’d made in the bathroom, each motion slow and unhurried, as if he savoring the intimacy of the moment.

“Thank you for your help,” I mumble under my breath, feeling ashamed.

“I enjoy taking care of your pussy,” he said nonchalantly as he wiped my counter down.

The blood rushed to my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do with myself. What I do know, I enjoyed being in his presence. I feel centered and … maybe happy.

After he cleans up, he begins to roll his sleeve down. “What are your plans for the night?”

“My brother is running for Governor. I have to leave in a bit to attend a fund raiser.” I already begin to move forward to the closet.

He begins to tie his bowtie in the mirror. “You have a brother? Who is your brother?”

“Archer Holt. Aka the Golden Boy of Lakeshore,” I reply.

“Really? I’ve seen his ads on TV. He looks promising,” Tarek says as he stands in front of my bedroom mirror fixing his bowtie.

There was something intimate about having him in my bedroom fixing his clothes and speaking to me as I dress. Like we do this on a regular basis.

Reaching into my drawer, I pull out my black seamless panties, deciding if I should wear them tonight.

“What’s the problem?” he asks.

“I bought these seamless undies, and I hate them because they roll under my tummy.” That helped me make my decision, dropping my undies back into the drawer, I opt for black lace panties with a matching bra.

Sitting at the edge of the bed I apply my So Clean body butter on my legs letting it melt into my skin, before working it across the rest of my body. Reaching for the bottle of Sugah Parfum, I mist it generously letting the clean scent surround me.

“Would you like me to drop you to your brother’s event?” he asks with his back turned to me. Quickly I drop my robe, sliding on my underwear.

Do I want him to drop me off? Or should I ask him to stay with me at the event?

“It’s okay. My mom is sending a limo. It’s probably already outside.” I say as I stand, adjusting the elastic in the legs of my panties.

“It’s a pity,” he replies, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “I was starting to enjoy the view.”

The view? Turning, I catch his gaze in the mirror, realizing that he had a full view of my body as I changed.

Taking my black dress off of the closet door, I step into it slowly, bringing it up to my shoulders.

I reach for the satin laces at the back to the corset, and I begin to pull.

Something slaps my hand away. “There is nothing wrong with asking for help Penelope.”

“Suck in your breath,” he whispers near my ear.

I inhale, as my body begins to move back and forth. Each second tug of the laces my breasts rise higher. I press my hand unto my stomach. I can’t breathe and I love it, because that means I have been snatched in the corset dress.

With a final knot, he turns me around. “You okay? Can you breathe?”

I nod as I try to regulate my breathing.

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