Blueprint for Love

by Chanta Jefferson Rand

  “You taste good,” he praised.

  His tongue grazed lazy swirls against her tight curls. She held on, threading her fingers through his damp hair. Thank goodness for the wall at her back. Otherwise, she’d slump into a mass of jelly right now.

  Vic lifted one of her legs so that her knee hooked over his shoulder. Now he had wide-open access.

  “Umm,” he groaned against her sensitive clit. He licked her like he’d licked that cone last week. He acted like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of her. He used his tongue as a weapon of seduction, smoothly darting in and out of the luscious pink folds between her legs. His rhythm increased. His long tongue plunged in and out of her.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  Deeper.

  Ronnie’s head thrashed from side to side as she grasped fistfuls of his hair. She shamelessly thrust her hips against his mouth, desperate to feel every inch of his tongue ravish her.

  Her soft whimpers filled the air, creating an erotic melody for his ears only. Vic changed tactics then. He suckled on the extended nub of her clitoris, his tongue flicking repeatedly over the tender flesh. She tensed, feeling the first wave of a hedonistic tsunami crashing against passion’s shores.

  Thrusting a finger inside her, Vic probed deep against her slick walls. Ronnie gasped, welcoming the fullness she felt. She arched against his finger, the muscles of her vagina gripping, pulsating, craving his touch. Vic kept up a steady rhythm, relentlessly fondling her, until seconds later, she shuddered against his hand as she climaxed.

  TEN

  Ronnie sat in the stakeholder’s meeting listening to her clients discuss the status of the new mall outlet project. Work was on schedule. Everything was going according to plan. The business was fine. Her personal life, however, was a bubbling cauldron of confusion. She was still trying to sort out what had happened between her and Vic. She’d been avoiding him for over a week. She wanted nothing more than to finish what they’d started in the trailer last weekend. But she knew that was dangerous thinking. Nothing good could come from her fornicating with Vic Romano. The sad thing was, the more she tried to put him out of her mind, the more she wanted him.

  She squeezed her legs together thinking about the earth-shattering orgasm she’d had. She’d cried out and clung to him, practically collapsing in his arms, but he’d held her tight, sweeping her into his embrace and carrying her the short distance to the sofa in the trailer. She still remembered the words he’d whispered in her ear.

  “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Ronnie. I didn’t know you were coming, or else I would have been prepared. You can be sure I won’t make that same mistake twice.”

  Ronnie was far from disappointed. Vic had just rocked her world and he was apologizing? Even now, her heart hammered thinking of how he’d played her body like a fine instrument. Plucking, strumming, and tuning her in all the right places.

  She shook her head.

  You’re just horny, girl. It’s been six years since you got laid. At this point, any dick would feel good.

  But she hadn’t had any dick yet. Vic’s tongue was amazing. She shuddered to think how it would feel to have him fully inside her.

  After he’d licked her to orgasm, he told her he had an appointment. She hated herself for wondering who he was meeting. She wasn’t the jealous type. Or at least she’d never been in the past.

  “I stopped by the site the other day,” Wyatt, an older sandy-haired stakeholder announced, intruding on Ronnie’s erotic thoughts. “Fella named Vic Romano showed me around.”

  Ronnie’s head snapped up at the mention of Vic’s name. Her pulse ran wild. Her palms were sweating.

  Candace spoke up. “Vic’s one of our crew leaders. I don’t know where we’d be without him. He’s proven himself to be a valuable asset.”

  Ronnie smiled. Both of her sisters had been on ‘Team Vic’ since Gabe’s party.

  “I must tell you,” Wyatt said, peering through his horn-rimmed glasses, “I was not so impressed with the foreman, Kent Sanders. The guy seemed like a bumbling idiot. Made me wonder about the quality of work being done.”

  She’d heard Vic say the same thing about Kent. This was an important client for Three Sisters. Ronnie couldn’t have them questioning the integrity of their hiring decisions. She didn’t know what drove her to say it, but she blurted out, “I’ve decided to replace Kent with Vic.”

  Wyatt nodded with approval. “I’d sure feel a helluva lot better if you did.”

  “Well then,” Candace confirmed. “That settles it. Vic’s in. Kent’s out.”

  Marlowe added, “If there are no objections from anyone, let’s make the change immediately.”

  Such was the beauty of owning a small company. No red tape. The sisters made a decision, and it was implemented. Just like that, Vic was promoted from crew leader to foreman.

  Ronnie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’d made the decision. Now, she had to tell Vic. That meant they’d be working much closer with each other. But he deserved this promotion. Their personal relationship should have no bearing on the exemplary work Vic was doing.

  “I’ll have Olivia call and let him know,” Ronnie said.

  It was better that way. Then, she wouldn’t have to contact him personally. Wouldn’t have to hear his cocky voice as he said, ‘I told you so’ about Kent. Wouldn’t have to risk falling victim to those hypnotic green eyes and soft full lips. Yes, it was better for Olivia to give him the news. Ronnie had to keep her distance. The last time she was alone with Vic, he’d licked her senseless. She’d lost all control beneath his wickedly delicious tongue. That could not happen again.

  # # #

  Vic waited in his parked car across the street from the offices of Three Sisters Construction. It was a damn shame he had to do this just to talk to Ronnie. She’d been avoiding him like a bad rash. All he wanted to do was thank her for the foreman promotion. It was bad enough she’d sent her minion, Olivia to contact him. After repeated calls to Ronnie’s office, and being told by Olivia that Ronnie was too busy to call him back, Vic decided to drop by the office. That was a mistake. He’d had to be entertained by Olivia, who had no hard feelings over his yelling at her. In fact, she seemed to like being fussed over. There was no accounting for women or their feelings.

  When Olivia told him Ronnie wasn’t in the office, Vic knew the underdressed secretary was lying. Ronnie was always at work. She lived, breathed, ate, and slept Three Sisters. So, Vic got wise on both of them. He kept watch from his Explorer. He had all day.

  Sure enough, two hours later, Ronnie emerged. She looked gorgeous in her white slacks and pale yellow blouse. When a gust of wind blew her hair, exposing the creamy expanse of her neck, Vic swallowed hard. He’d give anything to kiss the delicate skin there.

  He pulled up behind her BMW, blocking her from reversing out of her parking spot. She eyed him through her rearview mirror. He felt like a stalker, but she had reduced him to this behavior.

  She slid from behind the wheel and approached his SUV. Of course, the first words out of her mouth were saucy. “Is there some reason your big ass Explorer is trying to push up on my Beemer?”

  He grinned. “You refused to talk to me, so I had to do this. Why are you hiding from me, Ronnie? What did I do?”

  She shook her head. “It’s not what you did. It’s me.”

  “Tryin’ to get rid of me?”

  “I wish I could.”

  “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but—”

  “I told you, it’s nothing you did.”

  He changed tactics. Anything to keep her talking to him. “I got a promotion.”

  “I know.”

  “Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with it?”

  “You did it on your own merit, Vic. After all, you said Kent wasn’t doing a good job. You, however, were taking care of business, and our clients noticed. You know you have skills.”

  “True.”

  His first inclinatio
n had been to rub it in, but he didn’t want to chase her off. She was getting a little fidgety, transferring her weight from one high heel to the other. She was ready to leave. But Vic wasn’t ready for her to go. He hadn’t seen her in a week. He wanted to stretch the moment out a bit longer.

  “You look good, Ronnie. Damn good.” His gaze swept appreciatively over her luscious shape.

  “Vic…”

  “There’s something I want to show you,” he interrupted.

  Her eyes grew wide. “Why am I afraid to ask?”

  He chuckled. “Aw c’mon. Why is your mind always in the gutter?”

  She laughed. “You wouldn’t know what I was talking about unless your mind was there in the gutter along with mine.”

  Her laugh was contagious. Something inside him felt good when she was around. Maybe it was because she didn’t take any of his crap.

  “Get in,” he told her.

  She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Bossy, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, I forgot, you don’t like guys who take control. They make you nervous.”

  “Hah! I think it’s the opposite. You can’t handle a strong woman.”

  “I love strong women.” He cocked his head to the side. “You’re talking about female body builders, right?”

  She smirked. “Right.”

  He pinned her with a hungry look. “Are you getting in this vehicle or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and kidnap you?”

  Her jaw dropped. There was a whole lot more Vic wanted to do than throw her over his shoulder. He wanted to put her over his knee and give her a good spanking she wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He kept thinking of the night in the trailer when he’d licked her pussy. She tasted like an exotic blend of floral perfume and feminine salty sweetness. She came in his mouth—the ultimate ego boost for him. He swore to himself from then on, he would be prepared. He’d gone to the drugstore the next day and bought a case of condoms.

  “Fine,” Ronnie relented. “I’ll go, but only to prove that I’m not afraid of you.”

  “You don’t have to fear me,” he said. “I promise, I’m harmless.”

  Ronnie gazed at the rock collection beneath the glass countertop. It seemed this place had everything. She picked up one of the owner’s business cards. A Stone’s Throw. Cute name for a rock shop.

  “How did you know about this place?” she asked Vic.

  He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, brushing up against her backside. “I went here on a field trip a long time ago,” he told her. “I was in the fifth grade. You were probably just graduating high school.”

  She playfully elbowed him. “You don’t have to make me feel so old.”

  He pecked her on the back of the neck. “Not old, baby. Vintage.”

  “Smartass.”

  “Don’t be mad ‘cause I like mature women.”

  She shook her head. Back then, she would have been seriously robbing the cradle. Today, Vic was the one teaching her a few things.

  Before Ronnie could respond, a man with a receding hairline and a shock of white hair emerged from tattered curtains behind the counter. Draped in rubber gloves, a rubber apron, and goggles, he looked like a character out of the movie ‘Weird Science.’

  “I found what you wanted!” he exclaimed.

  Ronnie jumped at the sound of his booming voice.

  He set a vial on the counter. “Barium in its raw form. A must have for the serious collector.”

  Ronnie gaped at the soft, silvery-white chunk nestled at the bottom of the clear vial. “Oh, my goodness. It’s beautiful!”

  “Remember, exposure to air is dangerous. It might cause a combustible reaction. So, make sure you keep it in this vial.”

  Ronnie nodded, excited at the prospect of checking another chemical off her list. “I’m collecting the elements on the periodic table,” she told the mad scientist.

  “Yeah, your boyfriend here told me.”

  Ronnie’s heartbeat stuttered. “Um, he’s not my boyfriend.”

  The old man fixed his faded blue eyes on Vic. “You went through all this trouble for a lady who’s not your girl?”

  Vic smiled. “I know she seems a little cantankerous, but she’s worth it.”

  Ronnie smirked at Vic’s use of the same word she’d used on him. After Vic paid for the Barium, and Ronnie had the precious vial in her possession, they both walked outside to his SUV.

  “This was so sweet of you, Vic. But seriously, how did you know about this place?”

  “I did some research. It was no big deal.”

  Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. Vic knew her hobbies, but she had no idea what his were. “You never told me what you do for fun.”

  “I’m a sports fan,” he said. “Hockey is my favorite. You should go with me to a game.”

  “No thanks. Me and sports don’t mix.”

  “I promise, you’ll like it.”

  She shook her head. “I seriously doubt I’d like to see a bunch of guys knocking each other’s teeth out and clubbing each other on ice skates.”

  His loud laughter reverberated through the air. “It’s not like that at all. Come to a game with me sometime, and you’ll see.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Perfect. We’ve graduated from no to maybe. That’s what I call progress.”

  She smiled at him, still elated over her newest acquisition. She couldn’t believe she’d ignored him for almost a week. She was stupid to think she could wish him away. Vic Romano had infiltrated her defenses, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was powerless to stay away from him.

  Her eyes dropped to his full lips, wondering if initiating a kiss would be too aggressive. She leaned slightly forward, a slow burn smoldering in the pit of her abdomen. She wanted him so bad.

  “Well,” Vic said, “I guess I’d better drop you back to your car.”

  “Wait!” Ronnie entreated. She wasn’t ready for their time to come to an end. “I keep my collection in a nice display case at home. You should at least check it out.” She smiled. “Don’t you want to see all of my stuff?”

  A playful grin escaped Vic’s lips. “Oh, yeah, baby. I can’t wait to see all of your stuff.”

  # # #

  Vic had no idea how they made it to Ronnie’s house. He didn’t recall her closing the door. Or him pushing her against a nearby wall and grinding his pelvis against hers. Or him fusing his lips to hers and plunging his tongue down her throat. Today, he was letting his other head do all the thinking. The beast was unleashed now. There was no holding back. Ronnie must have felt it too. Her hands were all over him. Stroking. Rubbing. Kneading. He savored the feel of her fingers on his skin. She pushed his denim shirt from his shoulders, and it fell carelessly to the floor. Then he took control, feasting on the tender skin at the hollow of her neck. Remnants of her fragrant perfume clung to her skin, filling his nostrils with her provocative, floral scent.

  He blazed a path of kisses past her collarbone, and dipped low to sample the cleavage in her blouse. This time, he took the time to undo the buttons. He lathered kisses along the tops of her breasts, which peeped from the confines of her sexy, black lace bra. He wanted to taste every inch of her.

  He pulled the delicate fabric aside with his teeth, and then plunged in, licking and sucking one of her nipples. The bud pebbled in his mouth, instantly hardening. That wasn’t the only thing that was hard. The muscle between his legs was so painfully rigid he knew he would have blue balls for days if he didn’t get inside her damn quick.

  He swept her into his arms, carried her to the cream-colored, leather sofa in her living room. He pulled her pants off and then he laid her spread-eagle against the butter-soft leather.

  She smiled as she peeled her panties off. “I do have a beautiful bedroom, y’know?”

  Vic grinned, reveling in the sight of her naked body. “I ain’t never been one to waste time looking for beds—not when there’s a perfect horizontal surface around.”

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nbsp; For answer, she held her arms out, beckoning him to join her.

  In one swift movement, he pushed his jeans and underwear to his knees. His erection sprang forth like a panther chasing its prey. He glanced at Ronnie. Her eyes were wide with appreciation as she boldly stroked his shaft from hilt to tip. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands on his dick. She expertly pumped the hard-as-marble flesh. Volts of excitement coursed through his veins. Ronnie touched a tiny drop of clear moisture that had beaded on the tip of his penis. Vic sucked in his breath as he watched her bring her finger to her mouth and lick the moisture from it.

  She did it so erotically, she may as well have sucked his cock. The effect was maddening, making his dick jerk wildly in her hand. This time he was ready. He dug into his pants pocket to retrieve a foil-wrapped package, tore it open with his teeth, and quickly sheathed himself in latex.

  Poised at Ronnie’s entrance, Vic gazed down at her. Her halo of reddish-brown hair had slipped from the careful bun she’d constructed to surround her smooth face. Three months ago, he didn’t know her. He’d sauntered into her office and promptly got kicked to the curb. And now, he was here—in between her silky thighs. What was it about Ronnie Jones that drew him like a bull to a matador?

  She looked up at him with sensuous half-closed eyes. “I want you inside me, now,” she ordered.

  He needed no further prodding.

  He plunged in, surprised to hear his own groan of pleasure mingling harmoniously with Ronnie’s screams of delight. He surged forward, stroking her deeply. Her tight walls opened up to allow him unlimited access, and she folded her long legs around his back like a pretzel, pulling him deep inside her. He hovered over her, his forearms flexing, his hips pumping. Ronnie met his strokes with unchecked abandonment, arching her hips and grinding her pelvis against his.

  Her cries of ecstasy entwined with feverish prayers. “Oh, God. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”