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She stood to her feet. “Picking me up is fine. Is there a dress code that I should adhere to?”

“Not at all. Go with how you feel. I will say the plan is to end the night with you on my dick.” I wanted her to be prepared.

She gave me a mischievous grin. “Thank you for the heads up. I look forward to it.”

With a sexy sway of her hips, she started toward the office door. Before she opened it, I called out to her. When she turned to face me, I asked, “How is my presumption now?”

She didn’t respond. When she left the office, I felt a weight lifted off me. Let’s see if pussy would lead to a relationship.

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DATE NIGHT…

It’d been an interesting week. Lark had accompanied me on all my showings for the week. Every house that we showed had to be scheduled for a cleaning because we fucked and sucked all over each of them. The sexual tension between us was thick and had to be cut. Titan, as she called him, had no problem cutting it.

My appetite for her was sensational. We needed to find out whether what we had was only sexual at this point. I was casual today in a pair of dark denim jeans, loafers, a collar shirt, and a blazer. I arrived at her house comfortably at six thirty to pick her up.

Lark had a fashion sense that was all her own. I loved that she didn’t conform to anyone’s thought of her. When I saw the outfit that she wore, I immediately thought about an action plan on how to take it off. The military green trench coat over the black catsuit that she wore intrigued me. The thigh high boots she wore were a mix of the military green and black. Her locs were up in a messy bun.

“You’re sexy, beautiful.” I complimented her on our way to Queen’s Plate.

She looked amazing sitting beside me in my car. Whatever fragrance she chose to wear tonight was different than the one she wore daily. “Lark, don’t ever wear that fragrance you have on now in the office.”

She chortled. “What? Why not? It doesn’t smell good?”

I took my eye off the road for a second to gaze at her. “Nah, it smells great, too damn great. The way the smell of you got my dick hard let’s me know that I wouldn’t get any work done if you wore it.” When she asked why I wouldn’t get any work done, I chuckled. “I can’t get work done if my dick is inside of you all day. Wouldn’t you say that would be an inappropriate environment for those kinds of activities?” I winked before putting my eyes back on the road.

She giggled, then responded. “Well, you should know that I’m open for negotiations. I think that I could get your assistant to block off some time on your schedule for focus time.”I like that.

We had a light conversation until we got to the restaurant. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to eat here. I know it’s Jacobia’s auntie’s restaurant.”

I knew that. Lark was active on social media, and she’d talked about wanting to eat here. Just like I researched my clients, I researched the woman that I wanted. “Really? I’m happy that I made these plans. One Saturday a month, they have a special event called ‘Date Night’.Tonight is that night.”

Her excitement beamed on her face. After I helped her out of the car, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms and kissing her lips. Since she was mine, I could do that.

This event was popular with a long waitlist for months out. My father sold Lela Christianson the building, so I called in a favor to get a table tonight. The music was heard as you walked up to the restaurant. Tonight, the vibe was a speakeasy. When we were shown to our booth, I almost wanted to make her keep her trench coat on. She caught the eyes of men that were supposed to have eyes on their dates after it came off.

After we slid into the booth, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my side. It was second nature for me to bury my face into her neck. Her perfume had to have pheromones in it or something.

“You better stop before you get yourself in trouble,” Lark cooed.

I kissed her neck. “Maybe I want to get in trouble. You know we do well with trouble, beautiful.”

We flirted with each other until the waitress came over to take our orders. She only ordered an appetizer. “That’s all you’re trying to eat tonight?”

She shrugged, then responded, “No, I plan to taste some dick tonight.”

“Lark, stop playing with me. Let’s enjoy this space for now, and Titan will feed you later. Okay, beautiful?”

I gripped her chin to turn her toward me, then kissed her lips. She deepened the kiss by slipping her tongue into my mouth. The emcee announced the next spoken word artist to the stage. From my research, I also knew that Lark loved spoken word.

She leaned into me comfortably as we listened to the man on stage speak about the depth of the love that he planned to have for the woman he would call his forever. His words were thought provoking. His depth of love depicted obsession, and I couldn’t say that I felt like that wouldn’t be my depth of love. I grew up in a house where both of my parents were obsessed with each other. My mother fought cancer at one time and my father dropped everything to be stuck at her side. There was no more coming into the office, taking meetings, doing anything that didn’t have to do with my mother or me.

At the time, I’d only had my real estate license for a little over three years. I was thrusted into ensuring that I held my family’s company on my back. When my mother lost her hair, my father affirmed her beauty every day to the point that now she wore her silver hair in a very nice caesar cut. I didn’t have an aversion to love or finding it. I just knew the type of feeling that I wanted to experience when I met the woman that could be my forever. Lark gave me those feelings; however, I had to be positive that those feelings weren’t driven by our sexual attraction only.

I leaned over, put my lips to her ear, then whispered, “Are you ready to feel obsessive love?

She peeked over at me. She didn’t say anything for a beat. “Only if it’s real and forever.”

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