Sinful

by Marie Rochelle

  “Sweetheart, you don’t know the entire story. There is so much I need to tell you. If I can’t come to you, how about you come to me?” Jensen suggested. “I’m just at home working out. I really need to see you. We can’t leave things like this between us.”

  “I hate you.”

  “I’ll text you my address and I’ll let the decision be yours,” he said softly before hanging up.

  Maymi pressed the end button on her phone. She tossed it down on the island then a few minutes later it beeped signaling she had gotten a text. Reaching for the phone, she picked it up and read Jensen’s text. There was a message along with his address. A part of her wanted to ignore it and just pretend she hadn’t heard his sexy voice on the phone. Yet, the other side of her wanted to go to his house and tell him to go to hell.

  She only debated for a few minutes before she slid off the stool and made her way towards the front door. She wouldn’t be able to move forward until she put Jensen in her past. He asked to see her and she was about to grant his wish.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Hearing the doorbell, Jensen placed the weight down on the bench and left his personal gym next to his bedroom. Making his way down the long hallway, he went to the front door and answered it.

  “Maymi,” he said shocked.

  He had given her his address, but he didn’t think she would actually show up to his house. Seeing her after so many weeks was an instant turn-on for his body. She looked so gorgeous in her shirt and short denim skirt. All he could think about was stripping her and having his way with her.

  “I hate the sight of you,” Maymi screamed at him. “I never want to see you again. I just came over here to tell you to go to hell. Stay out of my life. I can do badly all by myself. I don’t need you in the background shoving me in the wrong direction.”

  She reached out to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist jerking her hard against his chest. He had stood here for the last few minutes listening to her rant and he was done. He had something to say and she was going to listen to him. Jensen pulled her inside the house closing and locking the door behind her.

  “Maymi, you need to calm down and listen to me. You don’t even know what is going on.”

  “I understand perfectly. Now, let go of me,” she yelled, pulling at her wrist.

  “No.”

  Jensen picked Maymi up and carried her from the living room down the hallway toward his bedroom. He had tried to be nice and let her get her anger out of her system, but he was tired. This had been the longest three weeks he had ever lived through.

  “I heard you telling Casper it might have been a good thing that Sinful got destroyed. How could you say something so cruel? Put me down. God, I can’t believe I actually thought I loved you.”

  Jensen stopped and stared down into Maymi’s face. “Baby, I already love you and I think you love me too, but just are too blinded to admit it now. However, I plan to change all of that very soon.” He kissed her on the lips before lifting his head and walking the remainder of the way to his bedroom.

  Holding her against his chest, he opened the bedroom door and went through. Carrying her struggling body over to the bed, he laid her down on the bed and captured her mouth again with his cutting off anything else she wanted to tell him.

  Grabbing her hot pink t-shirt, he ripped it down the middle and pulled it the rest of the way off Maymi’s body. His fingers didn’t waste any time unhooking the front of her white bra and taking it off her luscious body as well. He gave Maymi another long kiss before easing his lips away and raining kisses over her jaw and down her neck until he came to her full breasts.

  He cupped one in his hand running his nail over the tip before blowing on it. Lowering his head, he slowly sucked the hard treat into his mouth.

  “Jensen, I hate you,” Maymi said then ruined it by moaning and running her fingers through his hair.

  Smiling against the softness of her breasts, Jensen slid his down her body and with his left hand he unbuttoned Maymi’s denim skirt. He pulled it down her thighs and rubbed his thumb over her pussy through her panties.

  Lifting his head, he brought his mouth up to her ear. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Because, I think your body is telling me something different.” He continued to brush his thumb over the damp spot already there making it wetter and wetter.

  “Yes.”

  “Let me see if I can change that for you or more importantly me.” He tugged her skirt and underwear the rest of the way off her sizzling body.

  Jensen quickly stood up and untied his sweatpants slipping them off his body before rejoining Maymi back on the bed. Slipping a hand back between Maymi’s thighs, he eased a finger into her tight pussy, loving how her body came alive for him.

  “Tell me again how much you hate me. Tell me to stop and I’ll do it, Maymi.” He slid another finger inside of Maymi watching as she struggled to keep from moaning again, but he knew her body. He recognized she liked and she loved being touched.

  “I would completely stop and let you get redressed. I wouldn’t even try to stop you from leaving.” Jensen increased the pace, shoving his finger even deeper inside of Maymi.

  However, Maymi still didn’t say a word to him. All she did was bite her bottom lip and grab the bedspread underneath them between her small hands. She wasn’t going to win at this. He would get her to tell him that she wanted him.

  “I can get you to answer me.” Jensen withdrew his fingers and got off the bed.

  Bending down, he slowly moved in and kissed Maymi’s legs breathing in the scent that was only hers and no one else’s. “Baby, you smell so fucking good.”

  He wanted to torture her, but being this close to her pussy was killing him. Without giving her any warning, he dived right into her sweet smelling, wet pussy. He licked and sucked at her clit until her body was about to come and then Jensen stopped.

  “No!” Maymi whimpered, staring at him with lust-filled eyes.

  “What are you saying to me, Maymi?’ Jensen asked, looking up at Maymi from between her smooth, brown thighs. “Do you still hate me or do you want me? I’m confused. I need you to clear it up for me.”

  “I—”

  “Say it. Tell me what you need from me and baby, I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want you to fuck me. I need to you do it,” she said, staring him directly in the eyes.

  Those weren’t exactly the words Jensen wanted to hear from his woman’s lips, but his cock ached too much to argue with her. Sliding his way back up her body, he rubbed his cock over her pussy and pushed inside until he was fully inside of her tight, welcoming heat.

  Jensen planted kisses along Maymi’s neck as he began thrusting in and out of her. “Maymi, I love you,” he whispered against her skin. “You are everything to me and I’m going to prove it to you.”

  “Yes,” she cried. Her fingers slid up and down his damp back as he buried himself further into her. Seconds later, Maymi’s orgasms ripped through her body as her pussy stroked his hard cock.

  His own release coming, Jensen covered Maymi’s mouth with his as he started fucking her with hard, quick thrusts until he tore his mouth away and hollered as his seed shot deep inside of her tight pussy.

  Chapter Forty

  Something cool landing on Maymi’s chest woke her up from her light sleep; she opened her eyes and glanced down noticing a set of keys on her breasts. Picking them up, she looked over at Jensen and found him watching her.

  “What is this?” she asked, holding them up.

  “They are for you,” he answered, kissing her on the mouth.

  Maymi leaned away from him. They might have just had sex but it didn’t mean they were back together. She shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place. She had come over here for an entirely different reason, but as soon as Jensen touched her mind had gotten scrambled and she couldn’t think of anything else but being with him one more time.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, sitting up in the bed. “I don’
t need a set of keys. Look, I really should go. This was a bad idea.” Maymi tried to move away from Jensen, but he pulled her back against his chest.

  “No, I let you walk away from me once but I’ll be damned if I’ll be dumb enough to let it happen again.”

  Sighing, Maymi pulled the covers around her body and looked at him. “We can’t go back to the way things were. Too much has happened between us. I know we just had sex, but this doesn’t change anything.

  “First, we didn’t just have sex and I don’t want you to ever say that again to me,” he corrected. “Another thing is you misheard what I was telling Casper and before I could tell you, Jazmaine and Tatum were into our business.”

  She wasn’t going to let him lie his way out of this. “Jensen, you said it was a good thing Sinful got destroyed. It was the best thing for the both of us.”

  “Yes, I did but there was more to it.”

  “What more could they have been?” Maymi demanded.

  “Do you want to know what those keys are for?” Jensen asked, glancing down at them and then back up at her.

  “No, of course not.”

  “They are to Health Pro. I bought it weeks ago for Casper to have his own personal gym, but as usual he decided he wasn’t interested in that much responsibility. So, I was left with this huge piece of prime real estate without any real use for it until Sinful got destroyed.”

  Slowly, she began to realize what Jensen was telling her. “Are you telling me that you are giving me Health Pro to start a new bakery?” she whispered.

  “What you overheard me telling Casper my thoughts about it,” Jensen answered. “I think it’s the perfect spot for you. I will even help you interview people to help you out. Maymi, I love you so damn much. I wouldn’t ever get any enjoyment out of your pain.

  “I wanted to tell you about this way before now, but your friends had you locked away like gold in Fort Knox and I couldn’t get to you.” Cupping her face in his hands, Jensen stared into her eyes. “I know you screamed you hated me earlier. Is that really true?”

  Tears fell down her cheeks hitting the back of Jensen’s hands as she shook her head. “No, I love you. I hated that I did especially when I thought you loved that my bakery got destroyed, but I did. I still can’t believe you’re handing the keys of an entire building over to me. I can put a picture of my grandmother on the wall now.”

  “Baby, you can do anything you like. It’s all yours. I’m just so thrilled I didn’t lose you,” Jensen whispered and lowered his head to kiss her but she moved back. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just have one question before I let you kiss me,” Maymi said.

  “Alright, what is it?” He took the keys from her hand and tossed them on the stand next to the bed. He slowly lowered her back down to the bed and covered her body with his.

  “Will you be my assistant at least two times a week? I mean if you going to be with me you’ll at least need to know how to make two different desserts.”

  “Maymi, if they are sinful as you are than I will make it there three days a week,” Jensen agreed right before he kissed her.

  The End

  About the Author

  The Queen of Tease: If you want to read interracial romance stories that leaves you panting for more and turning the pages faster than you can read them. Marie is for you.

  After reading her first “dirty” book as a teenager, Marie knew she had to become a writer. She started writing a few years ago because she wanted to reach for her dream. She writes her characters so her fans will believe in the Happily Ever After. She loves collecting bear figurines and reading a HOT book when she gets the chance.’

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