Page 38 of Caught off Guard

“Yes. The bed. There’s no real height difference there. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

Yes,my head said.

“No.” The word tumbled from my mouth, sounding much louder and abrasive than I expected.

Cairo chuckled and released me. As I slid to the ground, my hands traced his firm muscles.

“At least not dressed like this. I hate it when people wear outside clothes on beds.”

He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his chin.

“Well, well, well. Let me get you out of these clothes then.” He lifted the hem of my camisole and brushed his fingers next to my stomach.

I sucked in my breath as he raised my top higher and guided his thumbs quickly across my hardening nipples.

“If you were my woman, I wouldn’t let you wear little red bras like this in public. With your sexy ass titties looking like they want to come out and play.”

“If I were your woman, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. This bra and everything under it would be fully accessible to you. At all times.”

He removed his hands and stepped back.

“Good to know. Maybe I can explore more after that massage you promised.”

Although Cairo tried to be discreet when he covered his crotch with his hands, I didn’t have to drop my eyes to see his growing erection. As he readjusted himself, I walked to my suitcase and searched for my final outfit of the night.

Per Lena’s advice, everything I wore had a Torch red theme. With great flair, I pulled out a short, silky red caftan thatmatched the bra and panty set under my outfit. I shook the caftan near Cairo’s face so he could get a good view of what was to come.

“Let me put on something more comfortable and get back to you. Put on some music that relaxes you, then lie down on the bed and get ready for me to cater to you.”

RED HOT

Although Zora washot as fire with her words and body, I didn’t assume we were going to have sex when she accepted my invitation to stay at my home. She held her own in our conversations, sometimes intimidating me with her keen intellect and intensity.

Zora’s passion for her craft reminded me of my devotion to basketball. I wasn’t used to that level of ambition from an independent woman whose gorgeousness drew me to her like the strongest of magnets. Sure, Zora teased me, but I didn’t want to assume that she would give me the drawers the same nightI wined and dined her. For that reason, I flip-flopped between being soft and firm with her so I wouldn’t run her away.

That was why I was blown away when she asked to massage me. Sure, I told her to take off her mask, but I had no idea she would request that I undress. That level of intimacy took us in the direction I yearned to go with her fine, mesmerizing ass, which literally had me bricking up so bad I had to cover my erection like I was a teenager.

As Zora prepped in the bathroom, I ran downstairs to my master bedroom. There, I quickly retrieved a portable Bluetooth speaker and several condoms before hurrying back to my seat on the bed. I steadied my breathing, placing the speaker on the end table and tossing the condoms in the almost empty drawer underneath. I rubbed my hands together and took several deep breaths, excited for Zora’s hands to cover my body.

Calm down, C. You’ve got this.

Zora had me more nervous than during my pregame prep. I was still pumping myself up mentally. She finally emerged from the bathroom, revealing a sultry form that had me so turned on I could barely think.

“Whoa.” I couldn’t hide how much Zora’s natural beauty blew me away.

She lowered her eyes behind long lashes to the floor and then smiled meekly. A red caftan, wrapped around her waist with a thin belt, hung loosely over her sensual body. The red bralette she had worn earlier peeked through the gaping opening of her wrap. The bralette’s cups hugged her full breasts like two scoops of butterscotch ice cream. And those pretty, smooth legs made me want to crawl across the room and kiss her from the tips of her toes to the apex of her thighs. I wanted to lick her center until she creamed on my tongue.

We stared at each other as strains of Miguel’s “Adorn” filled the dimly lit room.

“Are you going to come over here, or am I going to have to toss you over my shoulder to bring you closer?” I stood as Zora finally moved out of the bathroom doorway and turned off the light.

“Sit back down. I’ve got you.” Her bossiness turned me on.

“I believe you.” I sat down and wet my lips as Zora moved toward her suitcase and lifted a small black satin bag.

After untying the drawstring ribbon, Zora pulled out an amber-colored glass bottle and unscrewed the top.

“You look amazing, like a tempting gift made just for me.” My usually deep voice cracked a little when Zora strolled toward me.

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