My brows pulled in. “You sound like someone who had everything to do with this.” I still wasn’t convinced that this was a coincidence.
His head tilted back, and he laughed. Not one of his amused chuckles. No, this laugh was straight from his belly, deep and genuine. “I can promise yo’ lil sexy ass I ain’t have shit to do wit’ you moving into my property, but I ain’t about to sit here and pretend like I’m mad about it, either. I ain’t like you.” He smirked when he finished his little speech, and I pouted.
“I’m not pretending anything. I’m just confused . . . You really own this building?” I asked. I had so many questions. Deep down, I wanted to know everything about this man. The desire to know him had burned me so deeply when we met that I ran. My scary ass ran far, far away. Or so I thought. Never in a million years would I have thought he lived right here in Desmore Bay, my hometown.
“This one and a dozen others.”
“But . . . I spoke to someone else when I toured and signed the lease.” I shook my head as I tried to understand what this all meant.
“She quit. You done interrogatin’ me now? I have some questions of my own.”
I shivered. Something in me knew that whatever questions he had would be really personal. Slowly, I nodded. “Ask away.”
He turned me around so my ass hit the back of his desk.
“You gonna let me eat that pretty ass pussy real quick?”
My eyes damn near fell right out of my head. Out of all the things he could have asked, I never would have thought he’d ask methat.
“I . . . what?”
“It’s a yes or no question, mama.”
“Uh . . .”
He lifted me up so I sat down on the desk with my legs open. With all the confidence in the world, he dropped down into one of the chairs sitting in front of the desk and scooted it over so his face was closer to my leaking pussy.
“Yes or no, Arielle. My little mermaid,” he muttered as he played with the strings on my sweatpants.
Shit. How the hell could I say no when flashes of the last time he was in between my legs played in my mind like a damn porno?
“Yes—” Before I could get the word out properly, he snatched my sweatpants and my panties off and dove tongue first into my honeypot.
“I been dreamin’ ’bout this good shit.” He moaned before his tongue swirled around my clit.
My elbows dropped back and connected with the solid desk as I looked up at the ceiling in pure bliss. One of my hands found the back of his head as my chest heaved. This man had no idea that I had dreamed of this shit too. His tongue was magical and wasn’t something I would soon forget. There were days when I kicked myself for leaving his room like that and avoiding him. Some nights I yearned for him so badly that I even tried to find him on social media but came up with nothing.
“You feel so good, Kareem,” I said through my labored breathing as I caressed his waves.
He stopped for a second to say, “Daddy. You call me daddy. You understand?”
I quickly nodded, but I didn’t think he even saw because his mouth latched back on to my clit. I’d call him whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
And he didn’t. He kept going until I came and then kept going still until I came again. The second orgasm came with arush of liquids seeping out of me and onto his face, the desk, and dripping onto the floor.
Kareem moaned as he licked his lips and then helped me sit up straight. I watched as he stood, adjusted his hard dick in his black slacks, and then walked behind the desk to grab some tissues.
He handed some to me first and then used a few to wipe his face. “Let me give you your keys so you can clean up properly, but Mermaid?”
“Yes?” I asked with a waver in my tone. I cleared my throat and mentally coached myself to get a damn grip.
“I’ma need you to handle that later.” He pointed down at the large bulge in his pants. I swallowed as the memory of his big ass dick in my hands flashed through my mind. “Now that I know where you live, I ain’t comin’ up off you.”
“I suppose I don’t have a say in the matter?” I asked, already knowing the answer and honestly not really caring too much if I didn’t have a say. My mind was slowly losing this battle, and my heart currently did a happy tap dance inside my chest.
He grinned, and without responding to my question, he asked, “You got movers?”
His question threw me for a loop. “Yeah?” It was more of a question because I was confused about why he would ask me that.
