Page 11 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
“So what if I do?”
“I’d say slow down. We’re doing so well with our arrangement.”
Silence filled the line then… “Okay, I’ll allow it. For now.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Christian was charming if nothing else, but our arrangement was so deliciously exciting that I couldn’t imagine ruining it for anything more... well, except the D. I did want that. And I would have it. But the foreplay had become so heavily enticing that I giggled deep in my throat just thinking about it.
“So…” he said. “Forty minutes?”
“Twenty.”
“Let me come get you.”
“I’m already on the road. Give me an address and I’ll come to you.”
He rattled off an address that was located in a neighborhood that I’d passed a time or two but never ventured inside of, surprisingly. It was an affluent African American neighborhood, filled with two and three-story houses, manicured lawns, playgrounds, and probably a stiff HOA.
When I arrived in front of a two-story house, it was how I imagined from the outside, mimicking a few of the others in the neighborhood.
My door opened and instead of my driver, Christian stood there, holding his hand out to which I accepted. He drew me from the car, into the breadth of his chest, and the scent of his spicy cologne enveloped me. If my pussy was a kitten, she would’ve purred no doubt, and now because I’d seen him before our arranged meeting, I’d suffer dreams of his smell, and taste, until we met again.
This was the type of torture I could deal with, but didn’t want to simultaneously. Nevertheless, here we were, together, outside of our time. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, and the column of his throat teased me, beckoning me to lean in and bite him.
Be calm, Naomi.
“Hello, beautiful.”
I smiled up at him, and my nipples hardened at the sight of his strong structural jawline and succulent lips. His gaze held me steady, and like a dog in heat my pussy thumped harder.
“Hello, yourself, handsome. I hate to rush things, but time is of the essence. Why are we here?”
He twirled me and we walked around the car and stepped on the sidewalk.
“I came across an idea recently. Well, I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time. Instead of meeting at hotels and Air BnB’s, we should have a shared space that is just… ours.”
My brows rose. “Like a house?”
“Exactly like that.”
He led me with the grip on my hands to the front door. Inside, the smell of new house hit me with freshly painted walls, high tray ceilings, Italian tile floors, a huge living room, dining room, and an open kitchen made for a chefs dreams.
“This is amazing, actually.”
“You think so?”
“I do.”
In the kitchen I ran my hand over the marble countertop, turned to the isle, and leaned across it, my ass spreading as I bent.
“This little section is cute for a few reasons,” I murmured, smirking and rising to turn around, colliding with Christian’s chest.
“You mean like this?” Christian grabbed my hips and lifted me, sitting my ass on the top while hiking my skirt up my thighs.
I shuddered. “Yes. Like this.”
His hand slipped around my neck and his mouth crashed into mine, pulling a moan from my gut. “Mmmmm…”
Tingling. I was tingling everywhere now, the thumping in my veins igniting with each suckle he pulled from my tongue. His grip deepened, his other hand now on my hip, pulling me tighter, closer to his pelvis. I wrapped my legs around him, panted in his mouth, feeling my nipples grow harder along with the budge pressing against my pussy from his pants.
