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by Sasha White, Alyssa Brooks


  I tried backing up but he followed me. “What did you want to ask me, Troy? I’ve got a lot to do down here.”

  “This won’t take long.” His fingers smoothed and caressed my hands, warming them, making them, and the rest of my body, tingle with just the very idea of him so close to me. I loved the feeling, had imagined it, craved it since the day I laid my eyes on him. Knowing that he had partnered up with Daisha rather took some of the thrill away—but not enough.

  “What can I help you with?”

  “You seem so distant today. What’s wrong?”

  “The meetings after work, this basement…Daisha.”

  “Daisha? What’s she got to do with the price of tea in China?”

  “Everything, Troy. You couldn’t even have a drink with me because of her. And I think I just let myself get a little too wrapped up in you. I think about you all the time, yet I can’t do anything about that.”

  “Tracey. Don’t let Daisha scare you. She may be a little cracked, but she won’t use that gun on you. Take my word for it.”

  I laid the file on the top drawer. “Troy, I know she isn’t that stupid, but she can make sure I don’t have a job here. I interviewed with her. She gave me this job.”

  “Wrong. The city or state gave you this job, and she would have to have some damn good proof as to why you wouldn’t be performing your job. She doesn’t have that. You’re here all the time, you get your work done and you even stay over two nights a week.”

  “You know that, too?”

  “I know almost everything about Miss Tracey Shane. But I don’t know enough. That is why I’m really down here with you. I came down to ask if you wanted to go to Enrique’s with a few of us tomorrow night.”

  “But I thought you didn’t want to go anywhere with me because of Daisha.”

  “You’re right. That was holding me back, but after thinking about it, I realize that Daisha can’t run my life. We’re separated. Though I will still do all that I can do for her, she is not my keeper. She ruined that part two or more years ago.”

  “Are you sure about this, Troy? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do.”

  He moved in closer to me. “Baby, I’m so sure about this that I can’t think about anything but you. I was going to leave a note on your desk about Enrique’s, but I saw you enter the elevator and I…well, wanted to follow.”

  Why would he say it that way? He must have known that my panties were becoming a creamsicle from the mere sound of his voice. It was deep and husky, yet so innocent sounding. He had the perfect mix of brawn and sensitivity, and I wanted to experience it first hand. His invitation was very, well…inviting whether Daisha was in the picture or not. “Enrique’s? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

  “The food is really good, so is the liquor. Do you drink?”

  “A little. I like champagne.”

  “I’m sure it tastes great on you. What I mean is—”

  “It’s okay, Troy. I like you, too, the same way I hope you like me.”

  “There should be no question of that.”

  God, he was making me so nervous. There I was flirting with my boss’s man—a boss who was a cop at that! She could nail us both in a dark alley one night, and no one would know anything except her and the smoke coming from the barrel of her gun. What the hell, Daisha wasn’t exactly the one I was having orgasmic fits over. The time was mine and we were alone in a dark basement that was seemingly becoming romantic by the minute. Troy had a way of making my fear of Daisha become water off a turtle’s back—no big deal. Still, I had to ask. “Will Daisha be there?”

  “Maybe. A bunch from the station is going.”

  “Can I think about it?”

  “Yeah, think right here and now, with me standing here waiting.”

  “You don’t give a girl a chance edge-wise, do you?”

  “Not when I want her more than I want life itself.”

  “You should really think about that divorce, Troy.”

  “I know I should, but I want to do it right, not leave her hanging. The fact of the matter, I used to love her, but she’s so power hungry that she wants to possess me. That’s why if I break things off, I have to do it the right way. I don’t want to break her.”

  “What about how you feel? Aren’t your feelings important?”

  “I care more about others for some reason.” He pulled open a drawer and filed a few folders as I watched him. He was in misery, wanting one woman while trying not to hurt another. That was compassion; something few men I knew had conquered. That’s what made him more attractive to me. He was real, but in need of something more real than himself—love. I didn’t know whether Daisha loved him or not, but he was right about one thing when it came to her: she was power hungry. What she wanted, she went for and apparently, Troy was one of her tokens. I was scared of that, because no matter how he tried convincing me that she wouldn’t hurt me in any way, I still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced. I didn’t want to be made an example of who not to be. Daisha had that power.

  He looked over at me after several minutes of awkward silence. “So, you wanna go to Enrique’s with us?”

  “Sure?” I had to conquer the fear if I wanted Troy in my life. In his own way, he would see to me getting over it by pushing Daisha in my face until I was nervy enough to take her on. If I ever had to. So I teased him. “You’ll be my protector in case the big, bad Daisha confronts me while dancing with you?”

  “My gun’s already loaded, girl.”

  “You’d shoot her over me.”

  “That’s not the gun I’m talking about.”

  Naturally my eyes lowered to the weapon inside his pants, already cocked and ready for action—my action—and I was so ready to give it, despite Daisha looming over me like a giant rain cloud ready to soak a newly done hairdo. Restraint was my only salvation because it would save me, and my overtime checks. If Daisha got one good whiff of Troy all over me, which he would be, I could kiss overtime and mortgage notes paid on time good-bye. I would be bold and brave with Daisha, but today wasn’t that day. I stayed my distance and continued my work. So did he. He knew and understood my dilemma, until the question that practically busted his seams was asked.

  “You would dance with me?”

  “In a heartbeat. That’s why Daisha better not show up at Enrique’s. She may get embarrassed.”

  Troy smiled and inched closer to me. “Really? What would you do to me that could be so embarrassing?”

  “Never mind, Troy. Go back to work.”

  What both of us continued to do was enjoy that awkward silence again, with a brief word or two shared and nothing more. One good thing, he was taking away my fear of that basement.

  Minutes later, Troy slammed a file on top of the cabinet. “Damn!”

  I looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “No, I’m not okay.”

  His hand slowly massaged his temple, and I took his other hand. “Troy, what is it?”

  “I can’t lie to you, Tracey.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You don’t know how hard it is to be near you and not have you. I know I should wait and get a divorce before even touching another woman, but it’s too hard with you. I want to do the right thing by Daisha because basically, she is a good person. But I’ve been doing the very thing I have been telling you not to do.”

  “What is that?”

  “To not worry about Daisha. Is she so big an entity that she can control two lives without even being in the room?”

  “She shouldn’t. But it seems we are still letting her.”

  “That’s about to end. My separation is legal, Tracey, and damn it, I want you. I want to feel your body pressed against mine. I want to know what it’s like to taste your lips. I want to know how good my body will feel while filling yours. I want all of that, Tracey.” He took my face into his hands. “But most of all, I want to know what it’s like to have a real loving relatio
nship. I know you can give me that. I know you care about me simply because you care about Daisha.”

  “What? I don’t care about her.”

  “You do, or you wouldn’t have cared what you would have done to get me, married, separated or not.”

  I hadn’t thought of it like that before. And I admitted to it. “I guess I do care about her. But what I care about most is how you feel. I want a relationship with you, Troy, but only if it’s right for you.”

  I smiled into his tempered face with words so willing to be free. “You know, the first time I saw you I went hog wild, but I didn’t know you. I just wanted to screw you and get satisfied in ways I knew only you could satisfy me. Then I actually met you. True, you were giving me a ticket, but I had you nonetheless in my grasps. When you gave me my money back, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide my feelings…like now.”

  He moved so close to me that I could feel the powerful tenting erupting in his pants, and wanted it throbbing deeply inside me. He was so eager for me, but not for sex alone. This was different, and something I had always wanted with a man. A true relationship.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I won’t lie and say what you have in your pants isn’t doing something for me because it is. The only thing I’ve ever wanted to do was hold you in my arms and claim you, but Daisha was in the way of that.”

  “She’s not in the way down here.”

  “You wouldn’t think badly of me kissing you? I know you’re still technically married, but—”

  “Tracey. I would think badly of you if that’s all you did to me.”

  “What do you want?”

  “All of it. Everything!”

  Troy laid his hat on the top of the file cabinet, then reached to loosen his tie. All along my eyes widened, hungry for every inch he could deliver to me. As I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt and loosen his belt, something exploded inside me. I rode the wave and let those tiny electrons invade my body as he exposed his to me. My hands shook, and I almost dropped to my knees when he slid his hand up and down a phallus that was ready to be uncovered and pampered by a woman who truly wanted him in every sense of the word.

  With his shirt gaping open and his hand rubbing his chest, he reached for me. “You take me the rest of the way because I can’t wait to have your hands on me. The minute I saw you, I knew this day was going to happen. I made it happen by following you down here. I almost made it happen the day I followed you to the mall, but I chickened out.”

  “I imagined you making love to me as you gave me that sobriety test, but that’s all it was, a daydream—until now.”

  “I know the feeling and I’m not running scared anymore, girl. I don’t care who is upstairs waiting for me to return to her.”

  He pulled me into him, and my body sizzled from the contact. My fingers traced his lip line, barely able to fathom touching him. God, he was as soft as I’d imagined. I stared into his eyes while stroking his full lips and finished exposing his chest. My hands were so busy that I hadn’t time to think of my actions, didn’t really care about anything other than what I was about to do with Mr. Troy…man of the hour, man of the day.

  His lips nipped at my fingers, soon sucking them slowly, pretending his lips were mine as they coveted a taut erection in slow, sucking movements. My other hand stroked pecs so strong and sinfully satin that my knees buckled. Was I really touching this man? The feel of his nipples as my nails tenderly raked against them proved that very potent point. My hand traced the muscles of his ribcage, then tapered to his stomach, circling his navel and toying the band of his underwear. I could feel the heat from his engorged erection pressing against my palm, getting hotter and hotter, needing its flames doused. Gladly. I was already clinically insane from want, why not take my gift and pamper it.

  Our lips finally met and we drank from one another in fusion. Lips, tongues and desire just got us higher as we intertwined, mating, pulling, loving. His lips parted from mine and sucked my neck. His hands tightened around my behind, squeezing, rocking against me. His cock was so ready to plunge into me, crack my code, and I wanted him to so desperately.

  Our lips met again as he raised my skirt, quickly finding the seat of my wet panties. He groaned as he slipped two fingers into my damp sex, rocking them into me the way his hips rocked against mine. He devoured me, slipping finger after finger around my clit, rubbing it, making it his slave. Those same very active fingers stroked my labia, tracing the delicate folds with the tips of his fingers, making my juices flow. We parted, and he stared at my flushed face, smiling. “This is so incredible, Tracey. I knew you had to feel like satin. I’m so juiced for you that I can barely stand it.”

  He kissed me again with lavish pulls and tugs, breathing against me as he screwed the daylights out of my sex with his fingers. I could barely hold back, and he felt that same sensation within my body. “You ready to come, baby? You ready to release that sweetness to me, tighten around me?”

  “Troy! Please.”

  He worked his fingers into me harder, rougher, until I collapsed and spilled my cream onto his waiting fingers. The more I came, the more he rocked me, kissed me, tightened his grip on me.

  I took his rod, stroked it through his pants material, and took him hard, cupping him. His tip moved within my grasp and I whispered, “Take it out, Troy, and let me have it.”

  “You want it, baby?”

  “Since day one.”

  He loosened his belt and zipper while I played in his hair, feeling the loose curls wrap around my fingers. I trailed the delicate hair on his neck and sideburns while staring into a face that was so magnificent. How could he be so incredible and not truly be mine? No answers to that impossible question, but I took what I had at the moment, and played it well.

  His exposed erection took me by storm, made me remember my vivid daydream. Compared to the real man who was before me, the dream was so infantile, so dull. I could really see him, all of him, inside and out. He was beautiful. It was beautiful and perfect for deep satisfaction. My mouth watered from the sight of it. It glistened from moisture, his tip sprinkled from need of release, and I dropped to my knees to give it what it had to have. I stared up at him. “She must have been crazy to not stop that separation. If you were mine, you would have been treated like a king from the day I met you.”

  “You are mine, Tracey, and I do feel like a king. Now, let me feel a true queen.”

  “You want it now?”

  “Right now, baby. Give me everything you can possibly give me.”

  I had to take him, all of him, and right away. I looked up at him time enough to see his head rear back, eyes tighten from pleasure, jaws clinching as insane words erupted from him, “Take it, girl. Take all of me.”

  That was my clue. I wanted nothing but to satisfy him, giving him everything he had been missing. His thick veins tickled my tongue, making me salivate from his taste. He was wickedly delicious.

  His hands played in my long strands, forcing my mouth deeper onto him as he readied himself for the ultimate release. His fingers strummed my cheeks. “I’m so ready, baby, so ready to give you what I have. Do you want it?”

  “Every inch—deep and hard, Troy.”

  He pulled that fabulous member from me, and I watched it dangle and waiver in the air, so tight with liquid love that he could barely walk. He stood me to my feet and pointed to the rug a few feet away. “I wish this was a more comfortable place for us because you deserve better. But I can’t wait.”

  I kissed his lips again. “I can’t wait either.” I lay on the rug and awaited his entrance. Troy mounted me, and my legs automatically surrounded him. My arms wrapped around his bare back as he unbuttoned my blouse and lowered my bra. His lips met with the first tender nipple and tugged on it, making it perkier with each caress. Inside, my body howled as he licked down my chest and stomach, and tugged at my skirt and panties. Immediately, his tongue circled the curls of my pubic hair. I wanted his tongue inside me, circling me, taking me—any way Troy
wanted to take me.

  He massaged me, making me wetter than I thought imaginable, making me long for his penetration. Once again, he kissed my lips then stood up, bringing my sex close to his tip. He massaged the garters holding my sheer stockings and smiled. “I’ve always wanted a woman who wore sexy things like this.”

  His entrance was so smooth and quick, forcing everything inside me in one thrust. He trembled with contact of my dew, sliding so tightly inside me that he had to bite his own lip not to scream.

  As he rocked my soaking sex, his lips on mine matched his motion, kissing and talking as he rocked me to my very core. “This is so incredible, Tracey, and I’ve wanted you for so long. Five months of aching for you, but it was so well worth the wait.”

  My nails raked across his back and sides, my body tightened around his, my core constricted to his size. I was getting what I wanted, plus so much more, and from the man I wanted it from. I didn’t know sex could be that sensational, but with a man like Troy, sensational was playing him down. The more he rocked me, the tighter that feeling inside me became. I could barely hold on, needing to release that powerful tension so I called to him, “Rock it, Troy, and let me bring it.”

  “Bring it, baby, bring it all.” He went deeper, lifting my buttocks from the ground with his force. “Explode on me.” He stroked my mouth, my breasts, stretched my core with both his hands and his rod until that rush bubbled from me. He smiled at my release. “You’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe anything this succulent exists. I never knew life could be like this.”

  We soon released together, grinding, squirming, smiling. His fuel filled me completely, dripping from me, against me, inside me and it was so hot!

  Troy rested against me briefly before I packed his goodies away and kissed his moist lips. We stared at one another in pleasant silence over the miraculous event. When we finally stood, we hugged desperately, not wanting to part.

  We quickly filed the last of the folders then walked the stairs together. At the top, we parted, and Daisha was none the wiser of the joy he and I shared in central files. I rode the elevator back to my floor, now more determined to see Troy at Enrique’s no matter if all of Detroit was there or not.

 

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