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  She nodded and heaved again. A few more deep breaths and she spoke. “Water. Two and a half. That woman had me so on edge.”

  He stepped away and returned with a bottle. After twisting the top off, he handed it to her. “Take it slow.”

  The wild look in her eyes showed how bad she wanted to guzzle but she listened to his advice and sipped.

  “Here’s some Aspirin.” He handed her two pills he’d retrieved from out her purse when getting the water.

  A half smile of gratitude crossed her face. She placed the chalky substance in her mouth and followed it up with a big swallow of water. “What happened?”

  “You don’t remember?”

  She shook her head, walked out the bathroom, and slumped down on the bed. “Vaguely. We got on the elevator and…” Her head dropped in shame.

  “What’s wrong? You did nothing wrong.” His ego was a bit bruised from her lack of memory. He thought the sex was high on the list of being the best of his life. Christian pushed his feeling to the side and thought of her. The ordeal affected her more than he thought to make her drink that much. He sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her thigh.

  “I don’t want you to think I’m going to freak out every time another woman is around. She just...” Tears threatened to spill over. She sniffed. “I can’t bear the thought of you being with another woman.”

  His heart swelled. “Sweetheart. Natasha has nothing on you.”

  She shot him a dirty look. “You better not have proposed to her first.”

  He laughed. “No. In fact, I never thought of marrying anyone until I saw you. I told you I never proposed to her when you asked last night.”

  She let out a sigh of relief but was far from happy. “I don’t want her around us anymore. She’s the past. Showing up at events off of your invite is taking it too far.”

  “Darling. I love you. You’re the only one for me.” He pulled her in his arms and held her tight. “Now go brush your teeth because you smell awful.”

  She gave him a swat and let out a giggle before going back into the bathroom. Christian tried holding back once he heard the shower start after she brushed her teeth. He allowed her the time to clear her mind. But, when the door opened. Christian’s member rose to greet her. With a slight tug of his hand, the towel fell to the floor. His eyes twinkled while scanning her body as if seeing it for the first time.

  Her brown ridges pointed forward and beads of water glistened off her finely trimmed hairs leading to the Brazilian waxed folds of her vagina.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  “I love what I see as well.”

  Christian wasted no time. He picked her up, carried her to the sink area, and hosted her onto the counter. Egypt’s lips sought Christian’s, and their tongues danced before his found their way to her neck. She panted as he broke free of her lips.

  Her fingers threaded his hair. Christian kneeled before her, captivating her with his hungry gaze. He went from her neck to landing soft kisses on Egypt’s breasts while his hand slid down across her stomach. Egypt sucked in a breath.

  He grazed a finger across her moist heat and his mouth focused on her nipple. Her back arched when he drew her in his mouth, sucking the nipple until it hardened. His hand stroked between her legs in pace with her licks.

  She opened her legs wide, allowing him easy access to insert a finger. He pushed deep inside her hot folds. It amazed him at how her body adjusted back after being inside her all night. The tightness gripping his finger provided a suction motion. His dick stiffened to the point it nearly hurt.

  “Oh, Christian.” She clutched his shoulder. Her nails scraped against his flesh.

  His breathing labored matching hers. She was close and he knew it. Grabbing fistfuls of hair, she forced him to her other breast. He sucked and squeezed the nipple between his tongue and roof of his mouth.

  He flicked his tongue around but had a taste for something else. He removed his drenched finger from her hole and licked it. Her eyes widened in delight. She released the grip on his head and he moved down between her legs. He encased the clit, making small loops. Passion exploded from her.

  “Oh. Oh!” Her body quivered against him.

  He continued licking as the wave passed. Egypt caught her breath and pushed him back against the sink. His cheeks rested against it as she maneuvered between his legs. A simmering desire filled him, and she gave him a devilish grin. Her tongue snaked out and she lapped at his chest, making her way south. Her hands grazed his thighs as her breasts dangled above his arousal.

  Without breaking her gaze, she gave him slight breath of warm air as a warning before taking him in her mouth. Her wet lips slid down his cock. He stiffened from the sensation and his balls hardened.

  “Baby.” He squirmed. It took everything in him not to release at her touch.

  She continued, non-relenting. Her tongue swirled around his tip.

  “Egypt,” he growled.

  She had him on the edge. Her attention went to his sack. She sucked from one then the other. He glanced down at her doing things most women before her wouldn’t dare. The imagery drove him wild. He couldn’t take it anymore and yanked her up. He reached down and guided himself inside her wet mound. Christian pushed against her, exploring her depths. With each stroke her insides molded to him.

  “Mmm,” she cried out.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered against her ear.

  Christian caught their reflection in the mirror. Their bodies entwined into one. Vanilla mixing with her brown hue. She rocked on top of him. He moved against her thrusting, matching her rhythm.

  In one swift motion, he pushed deep within her and carried her to the bed. He lay her on her side, switching their position. She gasped from the force behind his thrust.

  His voice went ragged. “This…feels…so…good.” Each syllable matched a pump.

  She opened her legs farther, allowing him more depth. Moans came from deep within his throat as he pushed them to the edge.

  She grabbed his balls, gripping and tugging. He moved harder and faster. His body shook with each thrust until he tensed. Her insides throbbed around him while they both reached their climax.

  His chest puffed out a moment as he rekindled his ego. Spent, they both collapsed in each other’s arms. They stayed that way until housekeeping knocked on the door.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Egypt placed the phone into the side of her neck. It would be a quick call so she didn’t bother with the hands free device.

  “Hey, baby. I’m hanging out with the girls for a bit tonight. Tasha begged me for another chance and I’m trying. She’s the only family I have here…” She started her car and pulled out the parking garage into the packed streets. Unlike the morning drive, evening rush hour fared no better than the cars sitting on the side of the streets at the meters. The entire street was gridlocked. “This is her final shot though.”

  “Okay, love. I’m working late anyway. I have to finish before I catch the flight tomorrow.”

  “I won’t be long. Love you.” She blew a kiss into the phone.

  Traffic began to creep. Soon, she got up to twenty-five miles an hour, enough for her to get to a street in which she could turn off and bypass the congestion. The route landed her on the same road as Christian’s office. If not for a meeting he’d sent her to earlier this is where she would have come out. She thought about stopping in, but Tasha would kill her.

  It took some trying but Egypt finally answered the calls from Tasha. She apologized for thinking her love for Christian was false and stated she wanted to make amends and just hang out. Egypt agreed but wouldn’t be a fool. If David showed up she’d drop kick the both of them and would never speak to her cousin again.

  The light turned red. Random thoughts of sitting on Christian’s desk with his head between her thighs danced in her head. A car horn beeped. She blinked and realized the light changed again. In her rearview mirror, she caught the man behind her waving he
llo with his middle finger and a brunette sliding into the doors of Christian’s building.

  Her stomach fell to the pit of her stomach.

  “Call Christian’s office,” she spoke to her hands free device. Egypt pulled forward before the driver behind her got out of his car and attacked her for holding up traffic.

  “Christian Bradley’s office,” an older woman’s voice crackled through the line. Another assistant who filled in while she was away answered the line.

  “Hi, Marla. Is my husband available?” Hopefully the woman wouldn’t think too much into her calling the business line at this hour instead of his cell phone. Being a quarter to six, Egypt was slightly surprised the woman answered at all.

  “No, Mrs. Bradley. He’s in a meeting. Do you want me to take a message for later?”

  “No. I’ll see him at home, thank you.” Embarrassed, she hung up. She should have known better. There were a million brunettes in Atlanta, a few of which work in the building. She’d been silly to think the brunette was Natasha.

  She shook the thoughts out her mind and continued to the bar, parked, and headed inside.

  “It’s about time you showed up!” Tasha waved at her. She and two of her friends were already at a table. The women smiled at Egypt.

  “I said six.” Egypt plopped down in the empty seat.

  “It’s ten after.” Tasha licked her tongue out and slid her a drink.

  The fruity concoction looked inviting. “What is it?”

  “Miami Vice. This one’s Keisha’s pick.”

  The one she assumed was Keisha smiled and took a sip, her small hands in contradiction to her large frame.

  Egypt followed suit. “This is delicious.”

  “I know. It’s why I chose it.” Keisha winked.

  “How are things at the firm?” She inquired about Tasha’s new job. To Egypt’s surprise Tasha had taken online classes to become a paralegal. It was probably where she met the two women with her because they didn’t seem to be the normal group she hung around.

  “Stop it.” Tasha jumped in before anyone had a chance. “No work talk, remember? We come here to not think about our crazy clients or the annoying lawyers we work for.”

  They all laughed. Egypt sipped her drink, and her thoughts went back to the brunette walking in the building. What was wrong with her? Why would she assume it was that woman? Why did she have to appear when things were going great between her and Christian?

  “Hey, cuz, what’s up?”

  Egypt glanced up to see they were alone at the table. Tasha’s friends were off flirting with the men seated around the bar. “Nothing. Why?”

  “Because you spaced out. Earlier you seemed all chipper and now you’re distant.” She squinted at her, barrowing past the façade.

  Egypt toyed with her straw, running it around the remnants of the drink. “I’m just still trying to get into the swing of things since the wedding is all.”

  “You know I don’t believe you, but whatever it is, maybe you should talk to that therapist you had after leaving David. If you can’t talk to me, then maybe you can talk to her. But you need to talk to someone. Now, go home and screw that husband of yours.”

  Egypt’s eyes bucked at her comment. “Tasha.”

  “What?” She shrugged. “You’re bringing down my buzz. Go get some and get back happy.”

  Maybe she was right. Her focus resided elsewhere. “Fine.”

  Egypt grabbed her purse and headed out. Tasha was right. Christian had what she needed and desired.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Egypt’s fingers fumbled across the buttons as she undid her blouse. Christian would be in for a treat. Once she parked, she planned on walking in the door in nothing but her stilettos. The garage door rose, and her heart sank. His car wasn’t inside.

  “So much for screwing his lights out.” She drove in and waited until the door connected with the ground before making her exit. The neighbors didn’t need to see her brown bosoms. She laughed to herself at the fine the home owners association would come up with.

  The blue digital display on the microwave caught her attention as she tossed her keys and purse on the island. Christian never came home this late.

  She dug in her purse and pulled out her phone. Where are you? She sent a text.

  To pass the time, she poured a glass of wine and drank it as she sat in one of our barstool chairs.

  “Wow.”

  Egypt jumped at the sound of his voice behind her. She swiveled the stool around to face him.

  “You look amazing.” His gaze roamed the length of her body. Lust filled his eyes.

  “Where were you?” she stared back at him with desire.

  “Working. I told you.” He loosened his tie.

  “You’re never this late.”

  “It wasn’t my intention. Scott insisted I have dinner with our new partners.” Christian moved closer to her and pushed her legs open, giving himself room to squeeze in between. “How much have you had to drink?” He kissed her.

  “Not much.”

  “That bottle was full.”

  Sure enough, the red liquid settled well below the half way mark. She gave him a coy smile. “Maybe a bit more than I thought.”

  He leaned in, his breath warm as the softness of his lips brushed against hers. Her heart rate quickened at the anticipation of him. His tongue outlined the rim before taking them all in. The kiss ignited her soul, breathing new life into the slight moment of despair she felt when she assumed the brunette was Natasha.

  Trembling hands found their way between her thighs. He pushed her skirt up and gently rubbed her silk panties. Heat radiated from her lower core.

  His kisses went from her neck, down her collar bone, to her navel and, “Ah,” she let out a soft moan as his tongue flicked the outside of her panties. Egypt lifted her hips, allowing him to slide them off and to the floor.

  Christian’s tongue danced along and in her nectar. Her clit pulsated, swelling and yearning for its imminent orgasmic release. She gripped his hair and cried out. The pleasure so much she was afraid if she came, she’d squeezed his neck too hard. She spread her legs wider, giving him more room.

  A tugging began at the base of her navel and vibrated throughout her body.

  “That’s it,” he murmured.

  He suckled her nub as she moved dangerously close to the edge. Her hips bucked forward. Christian grabbed her waist and moved his tongue fast, so fast on her clit.

  “Oh…” Her body jerked as she released her warm gift to him.

  Picking her up out the chair, he positioned Egypt in front of the island and bent her over it. She helped him pull his pants down, and he pushed inside her. Slight pain followed by pleasure followed from his abruptness.

  “I’m sorry. When I saw you, I couldn’t wait to be inside you.” He palmed her breasts and continued thrusting into her.

  Egypt’s folds enveloped his hard rod. He pumped deep within. With each stoke, he trailed kisses along her spine and up to her neck. Her body tingled out of control.

  He pulled her up right. Her back to his chest, his heartbeat raced. Their bodies were one. Christian calmed his pace and took his time. Slow and deliberately, he rocked inside of her.

  “This is how we are meant to be,” he whispered against her neck.

  “I love you,” she panted.

  His thrusts picked up speed. Her hands flailed across the island, searching for anything to give her balance.

  Christian tensed. “Argh.” He found his release.

  Egypt’s chest heaved. She held her position as her heart rate slowed. Christian had definitely given her what she needed.

  *****

  Freeing herself from Christian’s arms, she tiptoed out the room and downstairs. All the wine Egypt drank had left her throat dry. The refrigerator held the key to her thirst, a nice refreshing bottle of water.

  She twisted the cap and leaned against the stainless steel door and relished in the aftermath of their love makin
g. Her body joined with her husband’s was something she couldn’t get enough of. She closed her eyes and opened them with a smile. The red light from Christian’s cell phone flashed from its resting place on the island and stood out in the darkness. Curiosity got the best of her. She grabbed it to bring upstairs with her but couldn’t help wondering who’d call or message him at this late hour.

  Her fingers tapped the display causing it to light up. Three missed calls from an unknown number and no messages. Feeling like an idiot, she waited until the bright white light faded off the screen before entering their bedroom. For all she knew, it could have been Christian’s associates on the West Coast.

  The bed shifted as she rejoined her husband.

  “I missed you.” He planted a kiss on her check and held her tight.

  The jealousy faded, and she allowed herself to relax. She absorbed his body heat and soon drifted off.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Egypt tapped her pen on the desk. She was beginning to loathe the end of the quarter nonsense and with her husband going out of town that afternoon, most responsibility fell on her. She’d gone over the numbers three times before sending them off and her phone still rang with one of the managers from the hotels in Florida calling.

  “Yes, Gregg. I’ve accounted for everything.” She wasn’t new to checking numbers and accessing the spending and earnings. In fact she’d proved her worth and was no longer Christian’s administrative assistant but his VP. That she didn’t question one bit. Her work spoke for itself. When the other VP moved back to the Barbados she jumped at the opportunity. Now, she’d rather be sitting in a dentist office having a root canal than listening to this man.

  “I’m not sure why I’m not the top hotel this quarter,” he huffed.

  If you quit giving rooms to your women then it wouldn’t be an issue. “Gregg, yes you were top in sales, but you have way too much flowing out the back in. What matters is the bottom line. The numbers don’t lie. You’re spending is way too high over other locations.”