Page 90 of Rude Boss 2

“I can’t take it off. There are people out there and—”

“And we’re in here,” he says. “Nobody knows we’re here.” He picks me up and maneuvers his way through the darkness until we crash together on a sofa – at least I think it’s a sofa. This is my first time in this place.

I wiggle out of my dress. He wrestles with his pants, and we have our own lil’ private party. He captures my lips before his mouth roams all over my body. Heat spreads through my midsection at a level that’s hard for me to control. It leaves me gasping and he’s not done. I squeeze his shoulders when I feel him entering me.

“Ah,” he gasps. “This is what I needed. Mmm…I always need you. I always want you.” He growls – loses control and gives generously, unrelentingly as I cry out for him. He doesn’t slow down – he only speeds up, goes insane. Loses his mind.

This is Essex. Not Stewart. Essex. The wild one. The untamed one. The one who shows no mercy.

I scream for him.

He calls out for me and belts out a scream of his own as sensations rip through his muscular body. I’m glad the music is bumping outside, so no one can hear us.

We don’t move. We pant, breathe and breathe some more, grabbing air for our thirsty lungs. He remains on top of me, inside of me like it’s his home, and we breathe.

The tap at the door jolts both of us.

Frantically, I whisper, “Oh no, somebody’s at the door. They must’ve seen us go inside.”

“Stop panicking, Tessie. No one saw a thing.”

“Then why would somebody be knocking on the door at your guest house, Essex?”

“Let’s see…because they’re all drunk.”

We laugh together. I don’t know why this tickled me so much, but I laugh until tears come to my eyes. Essex groans as he gets up, pulls up his pants and gets himself together.

He says, “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here. You need to take your friend home.”

“I do, but there’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t feel my legs. I think I’ll just stay right here where I am, indented into this couch.”

“Oh, in that case,” he says, walking back over to me like he’s ready for round two.

I immediately jump up and slide into my dress.

“See…those legs are working just fine,” he says.

I fix my hair and use my phone’s camera to check my lipstick and makeup. “Okay. I’m ready.”

After making sure the coast is clear, we ease out as covertly as we went in.

Essex goes his way.

I go mine, running straight into Zahara.

“Girl, where have you been?” she asks.

“I had to run to the bathroom real quick. What’s up?”

“I think I’m about to go.” She says, raking my hair back into place. “A lot of people already left, but it’s still jumping out here.”

“Did Greta leave yet?”

“Girl, naw. Her and her old man over there dancing by the pool talkin’ ‘bout they gon’ show us young folk how to dance. That’s when I knew it was time for me to get up out of here.”

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