My Kind of Girl
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“I know. Your mother has told me about the free health screenings she and your father started years ago in the inner city communities.”
“They assist even though they’re retired, but my dad still travels around the country to medical conferences and medical schools when asked. He helps out Cannon sometimes with Doctor’s Unlimited.”
“I guess so. Isn’t he one of the top cardiac surgeons in the United States?” Standing, Traci grabbed their empty plates and headed to the sink.
“Something like that,” Sean replied with a shrug. “To me he’s just Dad.”
Traci heard the screech of his chair and saw him strolling her way out of the corner of her eye. Warm hands encircled her waist as she ran hot water to wash the few dishes in the sink. Kissing the side of her neck, he trailed his hands down to her hips and squeezed them. A meek moan escaped her. Turning off the water, she leaned her head back on his chest
“That feels nice,” she said, closing her eyes as he nibbled and sucked the side of her neck. She had a sneaky feeling he may leave a love mark there, but she didn’t care as he continued to the other side running his tongue over her skin slowly as he lifted the pajama shirt up and over her head. Turning her to him, in one swoop he lifted her and carried her to one of the bar stools at the island. He sat her on it so her bottom was facing him.
“Hold on to the island.”
She did so and glanced over her shoulder to see him pulling a wrapped condom out of his pajama pants pocket. He slid them down, and she gulped at the sight. This would be their third time tonight, and he was erect and ready as ever. After he was protected, he pulled her toward him as the bulge of his erection rubbed between her butt cheeks. Leaning her over the counter, he teased her opening with the head of his rod before pushing in an inch a time while she gasped out little breaths of air to get used to him from that position. Plus, she’d never had sex on a bar stool and feared she’d fall off so she gripped the edge of the counter tighter.
Sean leaned over and kissed her ear. “Don’t move,” he commanded. Clutching her hips, he began to slide in and out of her slowly at first. However, the more she yelled out and pounded her fists on the counter, the harder his thrusts became and the louder she called out his name. He continued to delve deeper into her as she screamed out incoherent words and moans. His tongue danced along her neck and around to her lips. Their kissing somewhat muffled her ardent moans of desire but some still seeped through her mouth the faster his long stokes progressed. The bar stool began to shake and she really thought she was going to fall over, but he wrapped one of his arms around her waist and held her firm against him while never breaking their rhythm.
An orgasm slammed through her body as she cried out and slumped against the island. Stretching her arms out, her hands held onto the prep sink that was embedded in the granite while her body shook hard with heat pulsating through her veins. She tried to lift her head to look at him but she couldn’t as he continued wreaking pleasurable havoc on her. Traci didn’t know how much more she could take especially when he moved his hand to her little pink pearl and circled a finger around it. This enticed another orgasm to swoosh through every cell of her body, shaking the bar stool. Pulling her up off of the island and the stool, he landed them on the floor in front of the chaise lounge that divided the kitchen from the great room. She was now on all fours still amazed at how Sean hadn’t stopped at all but too engrossed in the wild ride he had them on. She reached up to the chaise and laid her head on it. His strokes slowed down a bit and she sighed out at how magnificent she felt as little tremors of her climax still remained. Leaning over, he kissed her cheek.
“Are you okay, dimples?” he asked seductively, tracing his hot tongue to her neck.
‘Mmm hmm, Sean’ was all she managed to mutter out.
He popped her bottom as he sped up once more, and she knew he was going to climax as he began to draw her harder to him. Shuddering behind her, he let out a long growling sound before flopping on her back. A few moments passed before their breathing returned to normal. Easing out of her, he gathered her up and placed her on the chaise. He stepped away to the kitchen and returned with two bottled waters. She couldn’t believe how easily he strode back for her legs were jelly. She figured unless he carried her back to the bedroom, she’d have to crawl.
She scooted over and made room for him as he handed her the water. She took a swig followed by a deep gulp. Thanks to losing a lot of sweat plus the champagne from earlier, Traci was dehydrated. He pulled the throw blanket that was draped on the end over them and drew her toward him.
Kissing her forehead, he tousled her hair and chuckled. “I think you’ll be wearing a hat tomorrow to work.”
Running her hand through it, her fingers hit a few tangles. “You’re probably right, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Besides, it’s not like I don’t dress down at my job almost every single day.”
“Well, you may need a scarf or handkerchief tied around your neck.” He pointed to the two love marks his teeth had made.
“I have a few. I’ll be fine.” She looked through to the great room at the clock on the mantle. “I’ll have to leave early enough so I can be at work on time.”
He groaned sleepily. “I wish we could sleep in, but tomorrow is Friday. Tell you what, after work, grab some of your clothes and stay with me this weekend. And while you’re at it, pack a few extra things to leave here so you don’t have to get up early and go home to dress all the time. I have another closet in the bathroom. It’s just like mine but empty. Bring whatever you like.”
Sitting up, she looked at him but his eyes were closed. She kissed his cheek and cuddled back on his chest.
“Don’t forget to take your key under the potted plant,” he whispered.
“I won’t,” she said, drifting peacefully off to sleep in his comforting embrace.
Chapter Twelve
Traci walked arm-in-arm with Sean inside of the overcrowded restaurant which was typical of Lillian’s for a Friday night or any night. She really wanted to stay in and relax, but one of Sean’s favorite jazz bands was in town and he wanted to hear them play. He’d requested a corner booth on the second floor so they could listen but still have some type of privacy.
Traci loved the romantic side of Sean. He was compassionate, thoughtful, and considerate. Plus, he loved listening to her talk and ramble about her day at the gardens. Sometimes she felt bad about clogging up his ears and head with silly nonsense about flowers, Japanese beetles, and compost fertilizer, but he never complained. Plus, she figured her ramblings couldn’t possibly be as bad as listening to his clients who were on the verge of nervous breakdowns.
Once they were seated, she perused her menu only to look up and see Sean’s sexy stare on her.
“What?”
“I’m not allowed to look at my woman?”
Heat rose in her cheeks. For the past month he’d referred to her as his woman and it never got old. She loved hearing it. “Yes, but the waitress will be here soon.” She glanced back at the appetizers. “You already know what you’re going to order?”
“Fried shrimp with collards and a bowl of gumbo on the side.”
“Sounds great. I think I’m having the bourbon smoked beef brisket and—”
“Hello, Sean,” a female said a little too excitedly.
Traci glanced up and saw it was the waitress who had her hand resting on Sean’s shoulders. She was tall, regal, and gorgeous. She reminded her of the model that she saw at Sean’s home with the handcuffs.
“Hey, Claudia,” Sean answered. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Just started a few weeks ago. Needed a little extra money in between modeling gigs, but you would’ve known that if you’d been returning my phone calls and text messages.”
Sean cleared his throat. “Claudia, this is my girlfriend, Traci.”
Claudia glanced over at Traci as if she’d just realized she was sitting there.
“Oh, hello. I guess I kn
ow why all of my phone calls have been going straight to voicemail.” She slid a pad and a pen out of her apron’s pocket. “What can I get you two?”
After they placed their order and Claudia left, Traci was at a loss for words. It wasn’t exactly the first time they’d ran into a woman he’d dated in the past, and they all looked alike. The model type. She’d remembered overhearing Raven and Bria teasing about it at the Arrington family home when she was assisting Darla with planting a butterfly garden. The sisters were wondering who Sean was bringing to the family cook out, and Raven had said ‘some wannabe model with heels so high she’ll be just as tall as Sean’.
The first girl they’d ran into a few weeks ago in the grocery store nearly knocked Sean over with a hug. When Sean politely pulled her off of him and stated that Traci was his girlfriend—first time he’d ever said that—the chick was offended and stated that Traci was so short that she didn’t realize she was there and stormed off while citing ‘lose my number’.
The second time they ran into Sean’s past it was actually two girls who simply wanted to know would Traci be joining in for a foursome. She’d pulled him away as he pretended to ponder the idea.
And now the waitress at Lillian’s. The fact that he had a past wasn’t an issue, but she wondered how many more times was it going to happen.
“So, you’ve been avoiding Claudia. She doesn’t seem too happy about that.”
“She’ll be all right, and I haven’t been avoiding her. I simply tossed that phone into the Mississippi River. Once that plan runs out next month, I won’t be renewing it.”
“How many cell phones do you have?”
“Only one now. It’s my phone for family and friends. It’s the number you’ve always had. The other phone … well, it was my …”
“Little black book,” she finished for him with a smirk.
“Something like that.” He smiled sheepishly.
“And you tossed it?”
“Yep.”
“When?”
“Well, at first it was locked in my glove compartment the night I met you here. I took it out a week later and tossed it in the river. Best feeling ever.”
“Why the river?”
“I think it’s a family thing. I was with Bria when she tossed her engagement ring into the river after she’d found out her fiancée cheated on her and got the side chick pregnant. I remembered her saying it was like throwing away dead weight and it was. Very exhilarating because I’ve never been as happy as I am now that I have you.” He reached over and grabbed her hands. “I’m so thankful you’re in my life, dimples. Thank you for giving me a chance.”
She squeezed his hands and stared at the honesty that shone on his face. She’d never been this happy either. “Me too, Sean.”
He sat back in his chair and slid his cell phone off of the table. “You know what I need to do?”
“What’s that?”
“Call Justin and tell him to personally bring our food out.”
Traci laughed. “I think that’s a great idea.”
*****
Later on that evening, Traci laid with her body smashed against Sean’s in the bed while he read an article Cannon had written for a medical journal. She kissed the side of his neck and rubbed her hand on his bare chest.
“Almost done?” she asked, tugging at the skin on his neck.
“Mmm … um … your tongue feels good. Just one more paragraph and I’m all yours.”
Licking up to his ears, she ran her hand down to the waistband of his pajama pants. “Okay, because I want to try something different.”
“What?” He tossed the magazine on the floor and placed his focus on her.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ll leave that to your imagination.” She trailed her lips down to his chest and circled his nipple with her tongue.
“Are you sure?”
She flung her body over his and straddled him while rotating her middle on his erection. His hands grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her harder down on him. She lowered her lips to his and licked them.
“Very.”
Flipping her over on her back as a delighted squeal erupted from her throat, his lips landed on hers in a blissful kiss of passion. She’d thoroughly enjoyed kissing him for each one was never like the ones before. It was always as if they were kissing each other for the first time all over again. It was passionate and surreal. His magical tongue gyrating with hers in a sensual rhythm as his hands roamed recklessly over her body sent erotic shivers to slam through her. No man had ever made her feel this desirable and insatiable. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. Even when they weren’t making love she needed to be near him. In his arms. Touching him. Smelling him. Just being in the same room made her giddy. She hated to admit she’d become addicted to his presence because it was the one thing she didn’t want to do. However, he seemed to be in the same predicament as she was, for once they were alone either at his house or hers—usually his for he was just too overbearing for her little loft—he’d grab her and not let go until it was time to get up the next morning. Even then they’d hug and kiss while getting dressed.
He raised his head and smiled down at her. “I’ll be back. Take off your clothes.” He slid from her and bounded off of the bed.
Sitting up, Traci leaned against the oversized Euro sham. “With pleasure,” she said, unbuttoning the pajama shirt that matched his pants and throwing it across the room.
Sean returned a few moments later with two sets of handcuffs dangling in the air.
“I thought you didn’t own such toys?”
“I didn’t until I realized how intrigued you were. Picked them up today along with some other things, but I’ll share those with you another time.”
Her eyes and smile widened. She was nervous and excited at the same time. “Please tell me you have the keys.”
“Mmm … maybe,” he said with a wicked wink as he strolled to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
She obeyed as she stared up at the ceiling and her chest began to rise up and down. He moved the sham out of the way and proceeded to drag her down a tad away from the headboard. After he’d placed a pillow under her head, she heard the clink of the handcuffs. Her nipples tingled with sheer delight as to what was to come.
“Ready?”
She inhaled followed by a long exhale. “Yes.”
Sean took her right hand and cuffed it. He raised her arm and cuffed the other side to one of the spindles on the headboard. He did the same for her left side. Afterwards, he loomed over her wearing a saucy grin. He lowered his head to hers as she trembled with anticipation.
“You trust me?”
She nodded yes because there was a lump stuck in her throat that was prohibiting her from answering.
Kissing her gently, he wound his tongue in her mouth before tracing it down her body to her breasts. He placed one in his mouth as he sucked and pulled on it. She tried to move her hands to hold onto his head, but she remembered she was presently restrained. His mouth caressed her breasts back and forth while he placed a finger in her mouth to suck and lick her tongue around. With his free hand, he glided it down her body as a fervor of tremors tore through her. She loved the way he was making her feel—taking total possession over her body—but she hated being handcuffed, for she yearned to roam her hands over him or squeeze the pillow or mattress when the heat coursing through her became too much to handle. The only other releases she had were to moan and pant, which she did over and over.
When his hand reached her center, he rubbed it gently in a circular motion, sometimes clockwise or counter-clockwise. Both ways had her squirming and lifting off of the bed. He spread her legs and removed his mouth from her breasts. Resting his eyes on her face, he stared at her with a deep-longing and need. His eyes had turned black as coal and his hand began to speed up, causing an orgasm to slam through her. She raised her knees up and stomped her feet on the bed while he continued to gaze down at her wearing the same, cocky façade.
He kissed her powerfully on the lips as his hand motion slowed down to a tolerable pace.
“I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m driving you insane.”
“And you’re enjoying every single moment of it.”
Sliding a finger into her, his eyes darkened once more and her back arched up off of the bed. An intense moan leapt from for mouth.
“I think you’re enjoying this more than me, dimples. You should see all of the lovely expressions you’re conjuring up, not to mention the mind-boggling sounds erupting from your juicy lips.” He slipped another finger inside of her. “Both sets of lips,” he whispered wickedly.
She laughed. “You’re a dirty boy.”
“Thank you.”
He slid off of her and out of the bed. Tugging off his pajama pants, he let them drop to the floor and she licked her lips at the sight. She shook the handcuffs and pouted when she couldn’t get loose. When he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom pack, erotic waves of fire soared through her veins and she shuddered with pleasure about what was to come. She longed for her hands to be free so she could run them down his chest and grasp a hold of his shoulders when things got too intense like it always did. He was an exquisite lover with the best stroke action to have ever been bestowed upon her, and she didn’t know how much longer she could contain her composure while he slowly rolled the condom on his hard rod. His arrogant grin let her know he was doing it deliberately just to make her squirm.
Climbing back into the bed, Sean parted her legs with his body and slid his hands up her arms until he reached her hands.