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  “Ashlee, you make me feel so good. Promise me you won’t stop loving me.”

  “I promise to love you, Jay, but you have to make the same promise to me too.”

  “Woman, I could never stop lovin’ you.”

  “I’m so glad you’re here. You hungry?”

  “Starved,” Jay said, rubbing his stomach, then removing a bag of peanuts from his pocket. “Can you believe they think this is going to satisfy a brotha’s appetite? They must be crazy. Get me to some real food.”

  “I have just the place in mind. Seafood, since we never made it to Legal. But I also cooked a little something to hold you until we get to the restaurant. Oh, and Club Fifth Avenue is another option if you want to hang out and have fun tonight. I’ve never been but heard they have karaoke, food, and speed dating, but you won’t be needing that last part ’cause you’re taken.”

  “Sounds aw’ight to me,” Jay said, grabbing his other bag from the conveyor, “but can a brotha get to the crib and chill for a minute first?”

  En route to my house, gusty winds and pouring raindrops the size of silver dollars appeared from nowhere. Turning on my windshield wipers, I glanced over in Jay’s lap.

  “Whatcha lookin’ at, woman?”

  Smiling I said, “My chocolate stick.”

  As he reclined his seat to give me a full view, Jay’s dick arched underneath his zipper. “You know we thought about you all the way here.”

  “Did you now?”

  I had to laugh, then said, “Me too…I mean I thought about you too. Both of you.” I smiled, reaching for it, but the car swerved. It took me a second to get the car under control.

  “Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel, woman. You can see him when we get to your house.”

  “Okay, we’re almost there anyway.”

  When we got to the house, I opened the front door and waited until Jay was inside. He slammed the door, pushed me up against the wall, and ripped open my blouse. Buttons bounced to the white carpet.

  His tongue slid down my throat. In and out he delved repeatedly. He sucked my lips, then my tongue, then kissed my face as he whispered, “I need you, Ashlee.”

  Tears streamed down my face as I hungrily kissed him back. My trembling hands unfastened his shirt, lowering it over his shoulders, then down his back while I licked his nipples. Unbuckling his pants, I palmed Jay’s hard-as-steel erection into my hand, gently stroking what I desperately wanted inside me. I never wanted to share my body with another man so badly. From this day on, my heart, soul, and pussy belonged to Jay. The hell with Darius.

  “Take me, Jay. Take me right here, right now,” I begged, desiring all of this man inside me. I stepped out of my panties, standing in front of him in only a ripped-open blouse and skirt. “Please, Jay, put it inside me,” I urged, placing my hands on newly repaired mauve-colored wallpaper.

  Lowering my arms, Jay turned me around, kissed my lips, then softly said, “I have to get to my bag. I don’t have a condom on me.”

  “No!” I held on to him so he couldn’t get away. “I don’t care about a condom right now, baby. You’re the only one I’m sleeping with and I know I’m the only one you’re having sex with. I trust and need you to put him inside me. Now.”

  I grabbed Jay’s dick, guiding it toward my soaking wet pussy. He resisted, and the physical roughness made me even more excited.

  “Stop, Ashlee. I want you, too, but we don’t need to be stupid. Neither one of us wants a baby.”

  The word “baby” snapped me back into reality. Stepping backward, I released him so that he could retrieve his bag.

  “Is this your bathroom?” he asked as he headed for little Darius’s room. “I gotta pee before I do anything.”

  “No! Don’t. That’s my junk room,” I lied. My heart raced as I slid between Jay and the door in a panic. I stuck out my hand like a traffic cop. Pointing to my bedroom, I said, “The bathroom’s upstairs.”

  “Aw’ight, chill. You act like you got Tupac in there or something.” Jay laughed, then said, “I’ll meet you upstairs. Why don’t you slip into something a little more comfortable?”

  “Okay.”

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my lips again. His kisses trailed along my cheek to my ear as he pressed his full, moist lips into my earlobe. “Umm,” he moaned. My nipples tingled along with my pussy. I couldn’t believe how wildly excited I was by this man and how stupid I’d almost been.

  “You’re silly, you know that!” I yelled, taking the opportunity to light the twelve cinnamon candles throughout my room before turning on John Coltrane’s Coltrane For Lovers jazz CD to a volume barely audible. The first track, “My One and Only Love,” was my favorite next to “After the Rain.”

  “Ashlee,” Jay called out from the bathroom.

  “Yes, baby.”

  “Can you come here for a moment?”

  When I opened the door, all of the lights were off. Jay had lit all my candles and a few of his own. The Jacuzzi was filled with suds, covering his chest and partially exposing his firm chocolate nipples.

  “Join me,” he said, extending his hand.

  “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  Jay’s finger pointed, then curled as his eyelids lowered. Gently, he said, “Don’t make me ask twice. Come to me.”

  Abandoning my clothes in the middle of the floor, I stepped into the tub and sat across from Jay.

  “Relax,” Jay said, taking my foot into his hands. Kneading the arch, he rotated his thumbs on the ball, then pressed into the joints between each of my toes. “So, tell me. What was bothering you?”

  Instinctively, my body tensed.

  “Oh, baby, that’s not good. Relax. Look, Ashlee. I want you to know that you can trust and can talk to me about anything.”

  I closed my eyes and exhaled. “I will. I promise. But not right now,” I said, massaging Jay’s foot the same way he’d done mine. “I want us to have a great time together this weekend. Your being here is all I need.”

  Easing my toes up to his mouth, Jay sucked my pinky toe, patiently working his way over to the big one. Moaning with delight, I hummed, then said, “Aw, yes, Jay.”

  What was I going to do when my man had to leave me? He’d just arrived, and already I was suffering with separation anxiety. As I made a motion to move closer to Jay, he bit the side of my foot. “Stay on your side of the tub.”

  Was he crazy or what?

  “Tell me something about yourself that I don’t know,” I said. “Wait, something significant, like it could make or break our relationship.”

  “Is that why you asked me to come a day early? Why don’t we discuss what’s going on with you?” Jay said, pressing his big toe inside my pussy. “You want me?”

  Playfully kicking water in his direction, I said, “That’s so unfair.”

  “You haven’t witnessed unfair yet,” he said, standing. “Come here.”

  I swear my heart stopped when I saw Jay’s beautiful dick dripping with water and pointing at me. I sat there, staring in amazement. Without using his hands, Jay’s dick moved up to his navel, then back down, pointing at me as he emphasized, “Didn’t I say come here?”

  When I stood, Jay’s head pressed against my clit, then slid between my thighs. “I missed you,” he said, sniffing my damp hair.

  Stepping out of the Jacuzzi, our naked bodies embraced. Jay placed his hands under my armpits, lifted me into the air. Automatically, my legs hugged his waist as Jay braced my back against the wall. Squatting, he thrust upward.

  I hoisted myself higher, panting while tapping his shoulder. “Condom, baby?”

  Lowering me to the floor, Jay exhaled. Stooping to his knees, he slowly kissed my outer, then my inner lips before easing his tongue over my clit. “I had to taste her. I miss her,” he said, sliding his middle finger inside me, teasing my G-spot.

  “Stop, Jay, you gon’ make me pee on myself. It feels good but I think my bladder is going t
o burst.”

  Something I said must’ve excited him because Jay started sucking all of me in and out of his mouth. My fingers gripped his curly locks as his finger fucked me deeper. My legs felt like overcooked spaghetti. The more I pushed Jay’s head away, the more determined he’d become.

  “Aaaaah, God, that feels soooo good. But, baby, baby, you gotta stop. ’Cause I really am going to pee on myself!” I shouted, and then it happened, I began to spray Jay like a cat. “Oh my God, Jay, what are you doing to me? Eeeeaaaahhhh!”

  There is absolutely no way to explain how good I felt as I flooded myself onto Jay’s face. My entire body slammed against the bathroom wall, knocking over the metal stand that once held my potpourri vase. For the first time in my life I experienced pure ecstasy, and although I knew I’d be embarrassed later for that moment I did not care.

  “Relax,” he calmly repeated. He had to hold me still because I was not in control of my body. “Relax, you didn’t pee, Ashlee. You came. That’s what they call a G-spot orgasm.”

  I still could barely breathe. “No way. I had a what? A G-spot orgasm?”

  “Yes way, baby,” Jay said, standing tall. “Haven’t you ever heard of women spraying like men when they come?”

  I nodded, though I was still unsure about what had just happened but truly glad it had. Darius had never made me come like that and I wasn’t sure how many of those explosive orgasms I could handle from Jay. Well, I knew one thing. I was never going to let him go.

  Stooping to my weak knees, I eased Jay’s head in my mouth, sucking gently while stroking his shaft. I wanted to return the pleasure he’d given me, but I also wanted to get in my bed and bask in my most memorable moment of ecstasy, my first real orgasm.

  “Yes, baby, suck my dick. Damn, your sweet lips feel so good.”

  Slowly Jay rocked back and forth. I could feel his muscles tighten with every stroke. His dick was strong. Hard. Big. And now that his shaft was in my mouth it seemed even bigger than I had remembered. Continuously, I stroked and sucked my man, using one hand to massage his balls.

  “Umm,” I moaned. “You taste so sweet.”

  Teasing my hair, Jay rubbed his fingertips into my scalp. Next thing I knew, Jay’s hands gripped the sides of my head directly behind my ears as he fucked my mouth like it was my pussy.

  I really wanted to please Jay, so I hung in there like a trooper with every stroke, massaging his dick faster and faster.

  “Damn, Ashlee, you ready, baby? I’m about to come. I can’t hold this shit any longer…damn, baby, damn you,” Jay grunted, coming in my mouth. “Urruhhh!”

  I felt the wave of semen flowing from his dick down my throat as I swallowed repeatedly. When he finished, Jay had to lift me from my knees because I had zero strength to stand on my own.

  “Let’s chill for a moment,” Jay said, leading me to the bed. He looked whipped.

  As he lay on his back, I snuggled my head under his arm, resting into his chest. Believe it or not I was still trembling from my, what was it? Oh yeah, G-spot orgasm. “I love you, Jay.”

  “I love you too, Ashlee.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Jay

  Can you say worn out? I was totally drained the morning after my arrival in Dallas, and despite hearing Ashlee move around the room, I was determined to sleep in. If she wanted to get up at the crack of dawn, that was on her, but if she expected a repeat performance of the night before, she was going to have to let a brother get some rest. I swear to God that woman tried her best to drain every last drop out of me. So, what I needed was some sleep in order to recharge my battery, and I was determined to get it, until I felt her sit on the bed next to me.

  “Jay, Jay,” Ashlee whispered, then began to gently plant kisses on the side of my neck, face, and ear. The entire time her hand was massaging my ass through the thin sheet. “Jay, get up. Come on, baby. I know you hear me.”

  She continued to kiss me until our lips finally met. She eased her tongue into my mouth and believe it or not, even after all the sex we had the night before, I started to become aroused right away. I remember thinking that maybe I’d created a nymphomaniac and by the time I left Dallas, they were going to be rolling my dick away in a wheelchair. When I finally managed to open my eyes, Ashlee was looking down at me, grinning. She was fully dressed in what looked like an expensive pink jogging suit, and her purse was strapped over her shoulder like she was about to leave.

  “Hey, sexy, where’re you going?”

  “I’m not going anywhere. We’re going out to—”

  On that note, I closed my eyes and buried my head under the pillow, cutting her off. “You must be crazy. I’m going back to sleep. That’s where I’m going. Wake me up when you get back.”

  “No, Jay. Stop it.” She pulled the pillow off my head. “You’ve gotta get up, baby. We’ve got breakfast plans.”

  “Breakfast?” I glanced at the clock. It was only 8:00 a.m. “Lady, get back in bed. The only thing I want to eat is sitting right here next to me. Now c’mere.” I reached up and pulled her on top of me, kissing her.

  “I know, baby, and there’s nothing I’d like more, but…” Ashlee pried herself from me, then stood up. “Jay Crawford, will you please get up? We’ve gotta get over to the Marriott. We’ve got a nine o’clock reservation. Besides, I’ve got a surprise waiting there for you.”

  “Baby, I’m not gonna lie. I’m really beat. Can’t it wait until noon? Just two more hours and I’ll go wherever you want.”

  “No, Jay, it really can’t. We’ve got to go now.” I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on, but I could hear the urgency in her voice. “Please, baby. This is important.”

  Against my better judgment I sat up for the first time, staring at her. “What are you up to?”

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not about to propose—yet.” She handed me a towel and a washrag.

  “Hmm,” I sang. “Okay, okay. I’m getting up, but you owe me when we get back.”

  “Whatever you want,” she promised. “Just hurry up, okay?”

  It only took a total of fifteen minutes for me to shower and get dressed. The entire time, Ashlee kept rushing me like we were two hours late. I knew she was up to something, but nothing I had to worry about. The bright smile on her face and her singing to radio tunes helped me determine there were good intentions behind her surprise. She couldn’t hide her excitement as she drove us to the Marriott.

  Once we got inside, Ashlee told the hostess her name, and we were escorted to a table where a man was seated. The first thing that came to mind was, who the hell was he? I looked at Ashlee for a sign that the hostess had made a mistake, but the man, a tall salt-and-pepper brother, stood to hug her. Then they exchanged loving kisses on the cheeks. She turned to me.

  “Daddy, this is Jay Crawford, the man I’ve been talking so much about.” Ashlee gripped my waist. “Jay, this is my father, Lawrence Anderson.”

  Can you say ambushed? Because that’s how I felt, like Ashlee had just kicked me square in the balls when I turned my head. I hated meeting women’s parents, especially their fathers, and by the looks of him, her pops wasn’t exactly happy about meeting me either. For about five seconds, he just stood there eying me from head to toe.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” I somehow managed to say. I waited until his eyes met mine before extending my hand to him.

  “Yeah, same here.” He reached for my hand.

  We quickly shook hands, and then we both reached to pull Ashlee’s chair out at the same time. Her father paused and looked a bit shocked at first, but then he let the chair go and motioned for me to continue. Ashlee sat down as I gently pushed her closer to the table. I wasn’t very hungry to begin with, but now the little appetite I’d had was lost. I only ordered juice and a bagel.

  Ashlee’s father frowned. “What are you, on a diet? They have a great buffet here, probably the best in town. It’s a little expensive but you don’t have to worry about the bill, I’ve got it. So,
order anything you like.”

  “Sir, I’m not on a diet. I’m just not hungry this morning. I tried to tell Ashlee that when she woke me—” I stopped myself in mid-sentence. It probably wasn’t the best idea to disclose the fact I’d slept in his daughter’s bed. “I mean when she called to wake me up.”

  Ashlee patted my leg under the table as if to say “nice try.”

  “Yes, Daddy, he did tell me on the way over that he wasn’t hungry. But I didn’t want to let the two men I love most in the world miss the opportunity to meet.” As awkward as the moment was I have to admit I loved the way she smiled. “I figured the two of you should chat a bit and get to know each other.”

  Her father smirked, then took a sip of coffee.

  “So, Mr. Crawford—”

  I cut him short. “Please, Mr. Anderson, call me Jay.”

  “All right, Jay…” He ran me through a series of twenty questions back to back to back.

  I sweated a little more after each question, hoping the next one wouldn’t be so personal. After he learned about my divorce and children, I figured he’d tell Ashlee to give me my walking papers. Then the long-awaited easy question came. “So, do you like sports?”

  I nodded and he continued.

  “So, Jay, who’s your favorite football team?” he asked.

  “Well, believe it or not, although I’m from New York, I’m a diehard Cowboys fan,” I replied.

  “Dallas Cowboys?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “Are there any other Cowboys, sir?” I said.

  “Not in Texas.” He set his cup on the table, then sat back in his chair eying me suspiciously. “So, who’s your favorite Cowboy?”

  “All time or on the team now?”

  “All time,” he answered.

  I grinned. “Far as I’m concerned, nobody’s better than Mercury Morris. Man, could that brother fly!”