Page 19 of Caught off Guard

“God, please help me get through this.” I clutched the steering wheel as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

This will be worth it.A still, small voice spoke directly to my spirit.

My time with Zorawasurgent. Because of her, I could honor my wife and settle her into my home comfortably for the weekend. That was the gentlemanly thing to do.

I would do everything in my power to get to know the real Zora. I already knew she was a mature, classy, top-tier lady used to the finer things in life. But what was underneath the surface? What did it take to treat her with the care she deserved so she could flourish?

I turned on my signal light and crossed two lanes to exit. I was on a tight schedule. After I welcomed Zora, Wayne would have to run me back to practice.

I made it to my home fifteen minutes before Wayne called me with his ETA. That gave me enough time to run inside, brush my teeth, and spray several spritzes of my favoriteCreedcologne on my pulse points. When I went downstairs and saw the SUV approach the house, I stepped outside and waited for Zora. I checked my watch.

12:45.Perfect timing.

Since the windows of the SUV were tinted, I couldn’t see Zora clearly when she arrived in my circular driveway. Once parked, I was so excited for her arrival that I rushed to the back passenger door. When I pulled the latch for her to exit, my breath caught.

“Well damn.” I stood with my mouth open as Zora lowered her eyes to her lap and clasped her graceful fingers over her stomach.

Her shyness turned me on as much as her boldness. When she met my eyes again, I smiled so big my cheeks hurt.

“You are stunning, Madam President.”

Instead of looking down again, she beamed and brushed her full hair from her face and behind her delicate ear.

“You wore your hair down.”

Zora’s hair was…everything—gorgeous, long, and perfectly coiffed. Although my mother taught me never to touch a Black woman’s hair, my fingers didn’t get the memo. I reached for her tresses and brushed through them with my fingers, picking up several silky strands and then placing them neatly behind her ears, where dainty gold orchid earrings swayed delicately. Zora sat still and blushed as I touched and complimented her.

“I’m glad you like it. I thought about what you said. It’s a beautiful day to do something different.”

Zora’s fine ass shocked the mess out of me with her softness. That only encouraged me to give her more compliments.

“And that dress…” I took in the fullness of her.

Instead of donning business attire, she wore a billowing thigh-length deep rose dress with hints of red and black dress that dipped low around the neck and cinched her waist beautifully. Only now did I notice the sultry distribution of extra weight around her breasts and hips that weren’t visible in her suit or her official university photo.

“You’re so sexy.”

My hands had a mind of their own once again as I reached into the car and lightly brushed my fingers down the quarter-length sleeves and over the soft fabric of Zora’s dress. I paused at her neck before tracing a line across her skin. When she took a deep breath, her heavy breasts pushed against the material of her bodice as if it was designed to cup and support only them. Since she perspired lightly, several loose strands of her hair clung to the skin above her breasts, drawing my eyes to their fullness again. She was such a delectable feast of beauty and grace that I didn’t want to let her out of my sight.

“Damn,” I said, blocking her exit from the vehicle.

“You already said that.” Zora’s teasing eyes made me chuckle.

“Well, I’m going to keep saying it since you are sweeping me off my feet.”

Although she tried to turn her head, she didn’t do it fast enough.

“Is that a smile I see, Madam President?”

Her lips parted, and she bared her pretty teeth.

“It could be.”

That cute voice had me hungry to get her alone and tease her some more.

I stepped back and remembered my manners. I held my hand out for her to exit the vehicle. When she grabbed it, I enclosed my fingers around hers and swore electricity surged between us.

Although it was January, that meant nothing in Atlanta. Zora fully took advantage of the warm weather. She placed one foot on the ground, drawing my attention to what appeared to be a fresh pedicure in flesh-colored wedge sandals.

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