crystal button on my silk blouse. He turned me around and kissed my lips with his full mouth and lingered on the dimple in my chin, eventually making his way down to my breasts. He smiled. My Chantilly lace bra revealed just enough for a good imagination. âFirm, yet supple, like small ripe grape-fruits, ready for the picking,â Troy teased sexily, making me giggle.
He unhooked my bra and it floated to the ground. Then he unbuttoned my slacks, kissing the natural curve of my belly as they slid over my hips. He pulled me close. While touching my thighs and buttocks, Troy lifted his sweatshirt over his head, exposing his soft torso. My eyes met his tanned skin that still glowed from St.-Martin. He was all mine. Life couldnât get any better.
âYou make me so happy, Troy,â I whispered softly.
âBaby, so do you.â
âNo.â I looked at him seriously. âI mean happier than Iâve ever been in my life.â
âYouâre a good woman, Lindsay. Iâm lucky to have you in my life.â
I was overwhelmed with emotion. Could I have finally found my dream guy?
âI could stay with you like this forever,â I hinted. Suddenly, my pager went off and I knew it could only be one person, Robert.
âLet me guess,â Troy said with disgust.
âNo, it couldnât be, itâs too late,â I said, looking at my watch.
âWhatâs new? Why would tonight be any different than any other damn night.â My pager buzzed again. âJust answer the damn thing!â Troy demanded as he stood up and walked into the house.
After I finished my call, I made sure I turned both the two-way and cell phone off. I couldnât afford any more interruptions.
Troy was seething as he downed his glass of Merlot. He felt, as always, that Robert intentionally interrupted us just to test his manhood. He tried his best to cover up his insecurity. But for months now, heâs been referring to us as a threesome: me, Robert, and him.
At times like this, I feel conflicted. I want Troy to understand. Women donât normally have someone with stroke in the business looking out for their best interest.
âSo, did you handle your business?â Troy said sarcastically. His voice echoed in the large empty room.
âRobert just needed some quick info.â
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needed? Iâm sick of what he needs. Youâre mine after work hours, on weekends and holidays! Heâs pushing my buttons and disrespecting me by intruding on my territory!â
I poured on the charm, and another glass of wine to calm him. âI promise to talk to Robert first thing in the morning. Iâm gonna tell him he better stop, before I have my man beat him up!â I teased, kissing Troyâs neck, his weak spot, making him give in.
Troy gripped my thighs. His fingers snatching hold of my panties, pulling them down. I clawed his back as he carried me up the small winding staircase. Troy laid me across the futon. I felt for Troy. The silky wetness between my legs excited him. He grew harder and larger. With each thrust, I became more and more overcome with emotion. I loved this man and wanted the world to know. I couldnât stop shaking as I started to come down. Troy quietly grunted with satisfaction. He wrapped his arms around me, as if he would never let go. My whole life Iâd dreamed of being held like this.
âTroy?â I said, burying my face in his chest.
âYeah, L?â
âI just wanted to tell you how much I . . .â I paused. My heart was moving faster than my brain and I couldnât believe I was about to tell Troy those three magic words. A sudden fear of rejection made me rethink. âI love being with you.â
âMe too,â Troy mumbled, half asleep.
The next morning while Troy finished dressing, I paced the kitchen floor, rehearsing my memorized lines. I wasnât going to let another day go by without telling him.
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