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I kiss his neck and murmur, “Yes, Daryl. Give it to me.” I pinch his nipple with my free hand and push my hips upward into him.
“Ooh…oh shit…ohshitcoming…oh, Seero…ah!” He hisses and stills, and I feel his manhood grow even more. He erupts in my hand, on my cock, all while grunting in my ear. Feeling that pinnacle of sexual energy has me going blind. I stroke even faster, and, within seconds, I orgasm between us. As his climax dies down, mine continues, shooting ropes and ropes of pleasure at him.Paradise.
I slow down and let go. After a minute of catching our breaths, he rolls over to my left. Looking down at both of us, we cannot say who made a bigger mess. His spend and mine have combined into one glorious sticky web on our abdomens. It’s amazing evidence, a beautiful sight on this beautiful man.
Even though we are done, I am still very much enchanted by Daryl. His naked body and waning cock are magnificent. He blinks in a drowsy manner with a satisfied grin on his lips. I likely appear the same.
“That…was…wow,” he rasps.
I grin. “Yes. Indeed, it was wow.” We both titter for no reason other than pure joy. “I am looking forward to doing that again.”
His eyes shoot open. “You…want to do it again?”
I grin. “Of course. I did not last as long as I could have. I will do better next time, and I can show you exactly how a prince uses his tongue to give the most pleasure.”
He and I share a laugh, and he rolls to his right to face me. I turn to meet him, not caring about the mess on the sheets. “If you insist, your majesty.” He cranes his head forward, and I can see myself growing addicted to this stranger from another world.
“It is Your Highness,” I reply. We both smile as we kiss, the most joyous feeling I’ve ever felt with a lover. Daryl Tishman is redefining everything I thought I wanted. If we stay this way, it might not be so easy to say goodbye to him.
CHAPTER TEN
Daryl
Dad parks his ride—some sports vehicle that looks shiny and guzzles gas—in the used car lot, and I dart out of there. I walk up to the salesman, greet him, and take the keys.
“There now, isn’t this better?” Dad puts his hands in his blazer pockets and bounces on his toes. “A modest car becoming of a member of the Tishman’s Fishery empire.”
I bite back a grimace. I’m trying to muster up gratitude that Dad used the food-truck-destruction insurance payout to help me with the down payment of this new car. But right now, I just want to get out of his sight and back to Renversé Plaza where I belong.
“Thanks,” I murmur. I hop in the car and start it. It feels amazing to drive something that doesn’t require me to climb stairs to get in. Before I can get away, Dad pokes his head into the open window.
“So, when are you going to start working at the company? There’s a position in sales with your name on it.”
I huff and grip the steering wheel. “I don’t want to sell tuna, Dad. I just needed your help so I can continue to drive to work and school.”
“Daryl, you don’t need to go to school anymore, and you certainly don’t need to sling coffee for tips. You have me!”
I shake my head and avoid his gaze. “Thanks, but no thanks. As always, I’m not interested in fishery life.”
He frowns. “Son, you’re so bright. You could be the next big CEO, make all the money you need, and become a successful paragon in the Black community, like me. Don’t you want a legacy?”
“I don’t…want that legacy. I have my own things going on.”
“Like what, brewing cappuccinos?” He smirks.
I focus on breathing calmly.His anti-environment business practices are about to launch a war, but sure, I’m the loser.“Something like that,” I mutter. I shift into drive, and he has the wisdom to let go of the window. “I’ll talk to you later, Dad.” With that, I take off while, like always, I try to compartmentalize my dad’s disappointment in me.
Walking into work never felt so good. I stand near the counter and gaze around at Café Magnifique. People of different colors—literally, I think I spot one purple dude, but I could be wrong—are congregating, drinking coffee. Between the hotel and the café, Renversé Plaza is starting to feel more like home than my crappy apartment. It’s pathetic that I’d rather be at work than near my dad, but I feel content in these four walls.
So much of that is because of the handsome dude who works at the hotel pool. I spot Seero in a corner booth, and my pulse picks up. He’s so sexy, running his hands through his dark hair. I don’t know if it’s a prince thing, or if all Corali men are that fine. We’ve hooked up two other times in the past four days—just frotting, but I genuinely love having his dick thrust next to mine. Simply seeing him gets my pulse racing and my mouth grinning.
“What are you doing here?” Justice’s voice pulls my attention forward. He gives me a confused frown, and I step up to the register. “It’s your day off.”
“Can’t a dude order a cup of joe?”
Justice can read me like a pamphlet, and his eyes dart to the corner. “Oh, right. A coffee date with your boyfriend,” he says in a deadpan tone.
I scoff. “He’s not my boyfriend.” The word sounds foreign on my lips. A subtle hope creeps up my spine, so I lean forward. “Why, did he say something?” I whisper.
