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I looked around before lowering my head to his lap.

“Aisha, we probably shouldn’t—shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Kwame swore as his hand came down hard on the steering wheel.

I’d flattened my tongue and ran it up his shaft before licking around the rim.

“God damn, Aisha,” he groaned as I started to take him into my mouth.

Letting my tongue lead the way, I let my lips glide down the thick erection. I didn’t stop until the head of his dick hit the back of my throat and then I slowly lifted off him.

With my lips still against the tip, I spoke into it like a microphone. “You mean God bless…”

Without waiting for him to respond, I bobbed my head up and down while keeping perfect suction. I couldn’t use my hands like I wanted to because of the awkward position. I couldn’t get as sloppy as I would’ve liked because I didn’t want to dampen the front of his jeans. But I sucked his soul from him and then swallowed his nut before we headed to our next stop.

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Chapter 7

I wasn’t one of those women who romanticized a picnic in the park with a man, but as we finished our food at the lake, I understood the appeal. With the right man, the right food, and the right atmosphere, a picnic could be absolutely lovely.

“Was the picnic spontaneous or did you plan this too?” I asked as I stretched my legs out in front of me.

“I planned for us to come to the lake, but I thought we were going to eat while we were in the cooking class.” He looked over at me. “I think this worked out even better though.”

“I think you’re right. It’s beautiful out here,” I marveled for the fifth time since we’d arrived.

“It is.” He checked his watch. “But we need to head out in the next fifteen minutes.”

A family of three walked by, she held the child in her arms while he held her. The little boy was crying and whining about how he didn’t want to go home.

I hear you, little one. I hear you.

“Thank you for thinking of this,” I sighed as soon as we were engulfed in the quiet serenity again. The way the water glimmered in the sunlight just made the whole area look magical. “I should get out here more often.”

“Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know…” I thought about it for a moment. “Maybe because it reminds me of Angel.”

“How so?”

“We all got together and came here for a cookout before she died. I’ve been back once since then. It was a couple years after we’d come for the cookout and it was hot and overcrowded.” I shook my head. “Not for me. But the worst part was that it made me sad and all I could think about was how much I missed Angel.”

He nodded. “I get that. I can’t watch a Virginia football game without thinking about my dad. Sometimes places or things get tied to a person and you can’t help but think of them when you’re there.”

“You’re right.”

He went silent, giving me a thoughtful look before he said anything. “Is this making you sad?” He gestured around. “Being here today.”

I was quiet for a moment. “Actually no,” I whispered, turning my head and staring at the water. “Which is weird because it would make sense if I was emotional here today.”

“Why is that?”

I looked at him. “Angel died eight years ago…today.”

His eyebrows flew up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I looked away, staring at a dog being walked a few feet in front of us. “And for the first time in a long time, the anniversary of her death has been…” I shook my head before I looked at him. “Today has been amazing. And whenever I thought of Angel today, I thought of how excited she would’ve been about this.”

“About the picnic?”

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