When she put it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head, again and again, I lifted my hand, bringing it to the back of her head, encouraging her even lower. Baby girl obliged, taking me all the way in as I tightened my grip on the hair at the back of her head. I’d be lying if the question of where she’d acquired head-giving skills like this didn’t pass through my mind. But I’d wonder about that later; the feeling she was giving me were too good to be sidetracked by anything else. The tingles up my spine intensified, and my groin tightened, and I’m man enough to admit my toes even curled as my orgasm crested. I tried to warn her.
“Chanel, I’m about to…fuuck!”
She didn’t move at all. Only continued to suck me dry as rivulet after rivulet of my cum squirted into her mouth, a few drops missing their mark and dripping down onto her chin.
I took back what I’d said before. Looking down and seeing Chanel with my dick in her mouth was sexy as fuck, but seeing her eyes glazed, satisfied smirk with my cum dripping down her chin seconds after I came, had me half in love on the spot.
****
“Thank you for breakfast. And for last night. And this morning,” Chanel added as we stood outside of the door to her condo a few hours later. After another round of sex, we’d finally gotten up, and I took Chanel to my favorite breakfast spot not too far from my house. She was surprised to find out it happened to be a spot I didn’t own. I was working on that, though.
I grinned as I leaned in. “Thankyou,” I retorted, placing a kiss on her jawline. When she angled her head to allow me better access, I couldn't help but press a few more kisses down her neckline. “I have to go out of town tomorrow, but I’ll be back Wednesday night. Have dinner with me on Thursday.” I didn’t pose it as a question, but I stood back and waited for her response.
Her eyelids lowered, covering her brown irises as she contemplated my invite. When her gaze swept back up to meet mine, I already knew what her answer would be, and I grinned.
“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“I haven’t even said yes yet.”
“You didn’t have to.” I leaned down, pressing a kiss below her right ear.
“Your body already told me last night how much you want to see me again.” I pressed another kiss, this time below the left ear. “And this morning.” A kiss to her bare shoulder. “And right now.” A kiss to the other shoulder. I was pleased when her body visibly shivered. “Now, go inside before I make you show me again.”
This time, I pressed a kiss to her lips, pulling back to lick the outline of her mouth, only stopping when she began to moan into my mouth.
“Go inside,” I encouraged her.
She sighed, taking another look at me as if trying to figure something out. I wanted to tell her whatever she was trying to decipher was a waste of time. I’d come to a conclusion a while ago that whatever was going on between us was inevitable, and even her wannabe stubborn ass wasn’t going to get in the way of it.
“Thursday at seven,” she finally answered. “And don’t be late.”
“A’ight, baby girl,” I chuckled, relishing how her eyelids fluttered from the term of endearment. She must’ve felt herself swooning because she quickly straightened, gave me one last nod, and turned to open her door. She gave me a slight smile as she closed the door. I pressed my hand to the door, somehow already missing her presence. If I didn’t have work to do at one of my restaurants, I would’ve done my best to have her spend the rest of the day with me. But I had inventory to check over and a flight out first thing in the morning, so even though it was Sunday, duty still called. Even my passion for my business couldn’t detract from the growing attraction I was feeling for Chanel. I took once last look at the door that separated us and sighed. Yeah, we both were in trouble.
Chapter Thirteen
Chanel
“Knock, knock! Delivery.”
I pivoted in my chair from my computer screen to see Rose, our office mail delivery clerk at my door. She was a sweet woman in her fifties, who worked part-time in the office mailroom.
“Hey, Rose. How’s it going?” I asked as she handed me the day’s mail.
“I can’t complain,” she smiled brightly. “Kids are good. The man is good. I’ve got my health. God continues to bless me.”
I grinned. “Glad to hear it,” I returned. “Have a good day.” I briefly looked through the few envelopes and legal catalogs Rose had just handed me. Most of it was invitations to events or continuing legal courses. Just as I was about to turn back to my computer and finish up writing a response to a judge regarding one of my clients, I picked up the last envelope in the stack. The handwriting made me do a double-take.
When my hands began to tremble, I knew I wasn’t making it up. The envelope slid out as I stared at the handwriting. I knew this writing, and it was from someone I’d hoped never to see again. I debated whether I should open it. I flexed my fingers and glanced at the wastebasket beneath the desk. I could just toss it out and be done with it, but curiosity and fear got to me. If he knew where I worked to send a letter, what would stop him from showing up?
With that thought, I quickly grabbed the envelope and tore it open.
Dear Chanel,
I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize for this intrusion on your life, but I wanted to speak with you. I completely understand if that’s the last thing you want to do. You don’t owe me anything at all. I have included my contact information. I hope you use it.
Regards,
Ethan
