DARIUS:
When I fucked your sweet mouth and spilled my cum down your throat.
ME:
…
I can’t even find the words to respond to that. Heat floods my face, and I know I’m blushing ferociously. He has a point. He’s the first man who’s ever done that—but still, he’s making one hell of an assumption.
My phone rings, startling me and I nearly drop it. I fumble, hit speaker, and set it down so I can finish getting ready. “I?—”
He cuts me off, his tone a blend of authority and something softer, almost playful. “Let’s get one thing straight here, cupcake. You don’t get to push me away after you told me you trusted me in front of my sister. I know I’m not your ideal man.”
No way I’m letting him believe that. “Who said?”
Darius grunts, the sound raw with frustration. “I hate that I had to leave before we could hash this shit out.”
“Me too.” With a sigh, I sink into the chair, the steam from my coffee curling in front of me. “I’m not sure I have an ideal man. But if I did? You’d be pretty damn close.”
“Then we agree that we’re officially a couple, right?” He isn’t backing down.
“What does that mean? Does it mean… will you expect?” I swallow hard, the dryness of my throat making the action difficult.
Why is the shy girl showing up now?
“I’ll expect nothing. Just exclusivity. And that I get to take care of you.” He pauses, his tone softening into something that hits deep. “We’ll decide the rest together. I want nothing more than to worship you, cupcake. Every. Inch. But until you’re ready to experience that, I’ll survive by knowing you’re mine, and only mine.”
“Okay, then.” Not ready to talk about when that will be, I tap my nails on my mug. “So now what?”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Now we get to know each other even better. How’s the leg?”
We talk for a few more minutes. I learn he’s still in South Africa, hashing out a plan for his client. When the car service texts to say they are ready, we say our goodbyes.
Six weeks. Every day he texts me. Short when he’s under pressure, softer and more personal when the world quits and night sets in.
In six weeks, his true nature shines through, proving my assumptions wrong. He’s nothing like my father. A far better man than Wilson. The more I get to know him, the more I see him.
I like what I see. I like him. I might even…
DARIUS:
I miss you.
ME:
I miss you too.
DARIUS:
I wish I could be there with you. Kiss your soft lips. Lick your sweet pussy.
ME:
I wish you could do all that too. When do you think you’ll be back in the States?
DARIUS:
I thought I’d be able to swing a trip this weekend, surprise you. But then one of my clients called and needs me in Belize. I’m sorry.
