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My eyes opened, my body slacked, and my lungs struggled. “That was amazing,” I panted.

He pulled his fingers out of me and while maintaining eye contact, he licked the length of my slit. He lapped up my juices and then planted a sweet kiss on each of my thighs. “You taste so fucking good,” he uttered as he rose to his feet. Grabbing himself, he took a step back and eyed my body. “You taste as good as you look.”

I cocked my head to the side.So why did you opt out of the chance to fuck me?

I wasn’t going to ask the question, but it was going to bother me until I got answers. He was clearly attracted to me. His dick was rock hard. And I gave him the green light. I was confused—sexually satiated but confused.

He reached out to me. Once I put my hands in his, he pulled me to my feet. I didn’t have time to fix my dress before he enveloped me. Our arms wrapped tight around each other as if we were preparing for a goodbye. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled deeply. Even though things didn’t happen the way I thought they were going to, I was more than a little satisfied.

“How do you feel?” Kwame whispered in my ear. His hands ran down the back of my bunched-up dress until they reached my bare ass.

“I feel good,” I admitted softly, smiling as he squeezed the fleshiness of my bottom. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like I want more of you.”

I pulled my head from his chest and looked up at him. “You can have more of me.”

He licked his lips. “Don’t think I don’t want to take you up on that.” He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in the front of his pants. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to stretch you out and fill you up. But I don’t want you doing anything you might regret.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed me. “The first time I slide inside you”—he kissed me again— “I don’t want you going against your rules and”—his tongue gently met mine— “I don’t want you tipsy.”

“Kwame,” I pouted.

His fingers coasted down my face and wrapped around my neck. “You understand?”

I nodded. “I do. I don’t like it, but I respect it.”

He drew me into him, and his mouth covered mine.

“Mmm,” he groaned, pulling out of the kiss slowly. He slapped my ass lightly and then pulled my dress down. “I’m going to go… because if I keep kissing you, I’m going to bust.”

I let out an amused noise before I sighed. “I understand.”

I did not understand.

With a flirtatious look to mask my disappointment, I sauntered out of the sitting room with him right on my heels.

“Tomorrow,” he started. “You’re free all day?”

“I am.”

“Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“You can.” I paused, turning around as he slipped on his suit jacket. I eyed him as he crossed the room. “What do you have in mind?”

He smirked. “I want to surprise you with a day you won’t ever forget.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we’re starting with breakfast.”

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Chapter 4

“Bitch!” Italy yelled as soon as I answered the phone.

I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry!” I slid the headband in place to secure my thick hair in a puff. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You went on a dinner date with Jordan and then you went on a second dinner date with Kwame Mitchell! You had two dates on the same night—two! So when you said you’d call when you got home, I was expecting a call! I need all the details. I need to know everything that happened. Start at the beginning!”

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