Page 34 of Memoir of a Heaux


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I turned and walked through the crowd so that I could find the nearest restroom. I saw a single stall, knocked on it, and then opened it really quickly.

What I didn’t expect was for Zoe to be behind me and gently push me inside.

Startled by the gesture, he scared the hell out of me, and I hit his chest.

“What the hell are you doing in here, Zoe?” I questioned in a harsh whisper.

He laughed.

“I missed you.” He said as he backed me up to the sink and gripped my waist. “I didn’t want to pop up on you when I already knew how you felt about the situation, but that didn’t make me miss you less. I missed seeing your pretty ass face every morning.”

He was referring to our daily FaceTime calls. He called me every morning on his way to his business, which was an hour before I had to be at the office. So, we talked for the hour that it took me to get ready to leave the house.

“You had way too much going on. Now, can you let me go so I can use the restroom?” I asked. He came closer, pressing his center against mine. My breath hitched as I felt the rise of his erection against my stomach.

All of a sudden, I was breathing a little faster, and the air in the tiny restroom seemed to become more charged.

“That’s done, Cherie. That girl moved. Can we pick up where we left off?” He asked.

I pushed myself from his embrace and took a couple of steps away from him. The way his eyes followed me as he waited for a response was dangerous.

He closed the space between us once again and then grabbed my waist once more. I was wearing a black dress with one sleeve.He peppered kisses down my exposed shoulder and then ran his tongue up my neck before sucking on it gently.

“Hmm, can we?” He asked.

“Zoe…” I groaned as he licked and sucked on my skin.

I let out a moan despite myself, my eyes closed, and I cupped the back of his head.

I wonder if picking up where we left off meant that he was going to make good on his promise to have me bent over the balcony. Because had it not been for his ex’s interruption, that’s exactly what would have happened. The time may not have been right at that moment, but maybe the time is now.

He pulled my dress up around my waist and cupped my ass. I moaned as his hands looped in my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them absentmindedly. He came back up to me and teased my clit with his finger.

“Shit.” I sucked in a sharp breath; my head fell back, and my eyes closed as he explored my body.

Then a knock came at the door, making my eyes shoot open and the realization of where we were come back all at once.

I winced and then cleared my throat to shout. “Someone’s in here; I’ll be a while,” I called out in hopes they’d go away so I didn’t have them try to come in when I left.

“Relax.” He said, seeing the pure terror on my face.

I couldn’t.

“You just go out first, and I’ll stay for a while and go out in a minute.” He said it like it was that simple.

I nodded, fixed my clothing, and then took a couple of steps forward. The feeling of my juices slick against my thigh caused me to turn around.

“Zoe, give me my panties,” I whispered.

“Come get them back from me later. I’m staying here. I’m on the 15th floor. Room 1562.” He said as he casually stuffed them into his pocket and closed the space between us.

I sighed and opened the door ever so slightly and then peeked out. Luckily, the coast was clear, and I hurried to go back to the floor. I heard the door lock behind me, and I exhaled.

I passed a group of my colleagues and gave a polite nod as I continued toward my assigned table.

One of them stepped out and blocked my tunnel vision. “I’ve been looking for you all night. I wanted to introduce you to the new board members.” He said.

I inwardly groaned as I spent the next hour and a half standing amongst people, talking about work while being off the clock, in addition to being sticky with no panties on.