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"Yeah, we live in Glen Cove; out on the island."
"Oh really? I live in New York too."
Avonte smiled like it was the best news she’d heard all day. "Now, stop avoiding the question. Where’s your wife?"
"She’s in the room sleeping. I tried to wake her to see if she wanted to come, but I couldn’t wake her."
"You must not have tried too hard."
"It’s a long story."
"Have the two of you been having fun together?"
"No," I said flatly. "We’re taking separate vacations, or at least that’s how it seems. At this point, I’ve spent more time with you than I have with her."
By this time, Avonte was laughing. "I’m sorry to hear that, Devin. I’d ask you why that is, but I’m guessing that’s a long story too."
"And you’d be right."
"Sorry, Devin, got no time for long, sad stories. Got one of my own I’m trying to work my way through."
"Maybe someday I’ll tell you mine, and you can tell me yours."
"Pity party for two, huh? But that assumes that we’ll get to know each other, and be comfortable enough to do that. I’m sure your wife won’t like that."
I started to say that at this time of night, my wife doesn’t even know I exist. "True, and I don’t think your husband will be too happy with your new friend either."
Avonte looked away but then she turned back quickly. "Come on. Let’s dance."
We spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and talking about any– and everything. When Rumba closed at four in the morning, we caught a cab back to the hotel. I walked proudly through the lobby, with Avonte on my arm like she was my wife. When we got to the elevator, Avonte turned and faced me. "I guess this is where we say good night."
"I was hoping you’d let me escort you to your room."
"I don’t think that would be a good idea," Avonte said, and pressed the button for the elevator.
"Well, I guess this is good night then. I had a great time with you, Avonte. Best time I’ve had in a very long while."
"I was about to say the same thing. Thank you for showing a lady a good time."
Well, why does it have to end? I could come up to the room with you and knock your back out. That’s what I wanted to say to her. "It was my pleasure." I held out my hand as the elevator door opened. "Good night, Avonte."
She took a step forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Good night, Devin." Avonte got on the elevator. "Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow," she said as the door began to close.
"I don’t think you’ll be able to keep me away from you."
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Chapter Four
Avonte
I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I had to get away from Devin before I changed my mind, dragged him to my room, ripped off his clothes, and rode him like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. It had been a very long time since I’d had something thick and stiff inside me. Since Tyrone started fucking his new blonde bitch, which I assumed began when they started working on the acquisition, I hadn’t had any. Unless masturbation was considered getting some, it had been six months. I’m guessing the word overdue would have been an understatement at that point.
I had a good time with Devin. He was fun to be with, and a good dancer. While we were walking through the lobby, I looked at his hands and feet. Big hands, big feet—big dick; I know it’s an old wives tale, but in my experience, it’s held true. Devin had big feet—size thirteen or fourteen, if I had to venture a guess. And his hands were big, too. But he’s a big guy—six-two and well-built, so on him, big hands and feet would only be natural.
I sat down on the bed and turned on the television. I had to remind myself that I didn’t come here to get laid. I was here to relax, and to plan the rest of my life. But some serious fucking would have been nice right now. It’s too bad that Devin was here with his wife. If he wasn’t, I would have considered calling his room, and inviting him to come and play with me.
Several times while we were dancing and I turned my back to him, Devin would ease his body against mine. I felt him; felt how hard I was getting him. Nice to know I can still turn a man on. I stood up and got undressed in front of the mirror. "What does Blondie have that I don’t?"
