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On instinct, I wrap my legsaround his waist, tilting my hips up with each thrust and bracing for the ensuing ride.
“Lucas, I can’t hold backmuch longer,” I say when the excitement below builds, signaling a forthcoming ending to a long and steamysession.
“Come for me, baby. Let it go,” he growls through his deepening thrusts. “Fuck, Simone,” he calls out to the passion unleashing within and collapses on top of me.
I follow his lead, digging my heels into his hips and my nails in his back. “Lucas, Lucas, Lucas,” I moan, my legs falling like jelly from their perch.
We lie there gulping for air, soundly like we both finished running a marathon. He slowly rolls to his back, draping his hand across his forehead. I prop up on my elbow and look at the beautiful man lying next to me. It’s my turn to trace and trail fingers to places unexplored. I start with his abs, and he clenches, letting out a slight giggle.
“Babe, stop. I’m ticklish,” he explains.
There’s that word again. I figure with all the fun out the way, now’s a good time to discuss. “Why do you keep calling me babe or baby?” I ask. I go over his nipples, and they contract at my touch. My gaze drifts south, and I see they are not the only things responding.
He inhales deeply and releases before answering. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind, but I’m sensing this is only a fuck thing to you.” Things down south go soft, and his body stops responding to my touch.
“It’s not that I mind, I’m curious. We’ve been at each other for two years, and now I’m babe? Seems weird, that’s all.”
He turns over and catches my attention. “Hey, this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met. I only kept up the mean-spirited rivalry so I could have interactions with you. I even remember what you wore the first time I saw you. You had on these gray pants that were made for your body and a white silky-like sleeveless top. I only knew it was sleeveless ’cause when we all went to lunch, you removed the matching jacket. I kept watching you like a man obsessed. I knew I wanted you and was determined to get you.”
“Why didn’t you go for it early on?”
“Well, you were pissed when Armstrong gave me that one athlete’s account, and I think you’ve hated me ever since then.”
I think back to how I busted my ass for that account and knew I had it when Jarron Brown, pro basketball all-star rookie of twenty-fourteen, sent me and Tanya flowers plus a gift basket of spa goods. Then Armstrong called a meeting and announced Lucas was the account manager. This was a guy I had good office rapport with, was new to the company, and he snagged the one thing I wanted so I could attract more clients like him. It’s hard for women, especially African-American women, to be taken seriously in this field. So, he’s right. I had it in for him ever since.
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. You missed out on two years,” he coyly states.
“Two years of what?” I laugh.
“This.” He tilts my head towards him and kisses me. “And this,” he says, moving his lips down to my neck, pushing me over on to my back. “And this.” He eases his dick into my swollen, slick pussy, and my back arches when I brace for maximum insertion.
I relax, and he strokes softly, slowly, sweetly until we crash…two hours later.
