Cheesecake and Teardrops by Faye Thompson Page A

socks. He stripped Charisma of her teddy in two easy motions. Moaning, she leaned back into the pillows as he milked her tits—first with his hands, then his mouth. She got hotter and wetter watching him slide his tongue down her body until he reached her throbbing honey nugget. Her breath got caught in her throat as he teased her favorite hot spot with his tongue, stroking it and massaging it stiff until she could stand it no more. Her entire being exploded. He made his way back up to her lips.
    Finally, they lay on her bed with only a Trojan between them. Dex sat up, beckoning Charisma to join him. She stood over him and gently eased herself down, facing him.
    Grinning, Charisma spread her legs, marveling at why she had nicknamed him Mr. Goodbar as she wrapped her legs around his middle. He rocked her world—first nice and slow and then hard and fast. She bit his shoulder, trying to stay in control. Finally, they both came, momentarily paralyzed with passion, before collapsing onto the bed. Covered in sweat, they both laughed as he leaned over and lightly kissed her on the mouth. Anything else would have taken too much energy. He took her in his arms and told her how glad he was to see her.
    They drifted off to sleep and somewhere past ten Charisma’s phone rang, awakening them both. It was a wrong number. Dex got up and dressed, then called a cab.
    â€œI hate having to leave you,” he said. “I have an early meeting tomorrow. I know we’ve discussed it before, but I want you to move in with me.”
    â€œYou know I can’t do that.”
    â€œWhy not?” He kissed her gently.
    â€œBecause,” she said. “You don’t have enough closet space for my shoes.” She laughed.
    â€œYou’re right about that, but I’ll add a wing just for your shoes. Stay in bed. I’ll let myself out.”
    â€œNo, that’s okay.” Charisma reached for a robe and walked him to the door. He kissed her one more time before grabbing his coat and luggage, and heading out the door. They promised to get together again real soon.
    Charisma took a shower before retiring for the night. She too wanted to be fresh and rested for the workday tomorrow.
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    First thing Thursday morning Nate stopped by Charisma’s office. She was busy reading her e-mail for the day’s assignments.
    Sensing his presence, she looked up. “Good morning, Nate.”
    â€œGood morning, Charisma. Are we still on for Saturday night? You know the Lakers are in town.”
    â€œThat’s right. How could I forget?”
    â€œI hope you cleared your calendar for me.”
    â€œConsider it done,” Charisma said simply.
    â€œThe game starts at seven-thirty. So, I’ll pick you up around . . . six?”
    â€œSex will be fine—I mean six will be fine.” She reddened.
    â€œHere, let me give you my address.” Charisma jotted down her address and easy directions. He slipped it inside the upper-left inside pocket of his suit as he left her office.
    â€œGood morning, Nate. Love your aftershave,” Chase said as she walked by.
    â€œThanks.” Suddenly his phone rang, and he sprinted back to his office, leaving Charisma and Chase behind in a staring match.
    â€œFor someone who’s not interested, it sure didn’t take you long to slip him your number,” Chase told Charisma, expecting a response. When none came, she tossed her hair and walked away.
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    After work, Charisma stopped at the mall for a little retail therapy. The moment she walked onto Macy’s second floor, she went into shoe shock. She walked out with a pair of burgundy suede peep toe pumps and some black satin dressy sandals. So much for zeroing out her Macy’s charge.
    When she got home there was a package waiting for her. Home shopping was one of Charisma’s guilty pleasures. She tore open the package, revealing a pair of tiny, heartshaped diamond stud earrings. She headed