Page 72 of Madam, May I

Loren shook his head, turning around between her legs to get on his knees. “Now what fool would leave from between your thighs?” he asked, before bending to press hot kisses to her thighs.

Desdemona cupped the back of his head and rolled her hips. “Don’t start nothing you scared to finish,” she warned, opening her legs wider.

Loren cut his eyes up at her with his lips still pressed to her leg. “Maybe it’s time I see what the fuss is all about,” he said, his words blowing against her smooth inner thigh and evoking a shiver of anticipation.

“Uh oh,” Desdemona said, playful and flirty, as she wiggled her brows—and then she was amazed that he created a space for her to be that way—playful and flirty.

Loren pressed her knees up and out, causing her lips to spread and expose her bud like it bloomed.

“Do I need to walk you through it?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I’ve been watching more flicks,” he admitted with a wink before licking the tip of his tongue against her flesh.

She cried out, and her legs wanted to snap closed, but his hands kept them held open wide. “Lo,” she gasped, wishing his hair was free so she could pull on it as he pursed his beautiful lips and sucked the quivering bud into his mouth.

And with a steady one-two motion broken up only by gentle licks he brought her to a climax so strong that she tried to back away from his unrelenting pressure, but the couch wouldn’t allow it. And when he finally freed her, hearing her cries that she was near passing out, he kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.

“Grade, please?” he asked, his slanted eyes twinkling.

Her breathing was harsh, and her legs still quivered as she eyed him with her hand pressed to her pounding heart. “B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b plus,” she said with effort.

He chuckled. “I’ll get that A next time,” he promised.

She could only muster enough strength for a thumbs up.

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Cha-ching. Cha-ching. Cha-ching . . .

Desdemona pulled on her bright pink leather gloves before she checked her personal phone as she left the coldness of some random corner in Tribeca to climb into the back of her Lux Black. She was glad the gloves were made for touchscreen as she swiped and answered the call of her number one.

“Hello, there,” she said.

“Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup,” he said.

“Congrats on another win,” she said, having watched the game with Loren at her condo, trying not to be amused by his near worship of the man she knew all too well.

“That’s what we do,” he bragged jokingly.

“Looking to celebrate?” she asked, careful of her words.

“I’m home. My girl got that,” he said. “But I didn’t call about that.”

Her “spidey sense” tingled as she went on alert. “Okay,” she said, hearing her own hesitation.

“Nothing like that,” he said, laughing. “I didn’t know you and V. L. had an issue.”

She still didn’t relax. “And how doyouknow?”

“V. L. assumed I already knew from you.”

“I didn’t see a need to share our personal issue with anyone. That’s not what I do and that’s why I am who I am for y’all. Right?” she asked.

“He wants back on the list.”

She shook her head, looking out the tinted window at the Manhattan streets that were no less crowded with the light snow that had begun to fall. “No.”

“Dammmmmmmn,” he said. “What happened?”

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