Page 24 of Smoke N' Stroke

“And now you have it.”

I dared to hope.To wish.

“You make it seem as if all of this is simple when it’s not.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“We work together.”

Stating the obvious grated my nerves because why didn’t he see that as a complication?

“We keep it to ourselves. We’re not breaking any rules. D. Patton has never stated there was no fraternization.”

“She may not have but what job you know is cool with it?”

He shrugged seemingly unconcerned. “Probably the one we have. Think about it. She is pretty detail-oriented which I love about her. She knows human nature because it’s her life like it’s ours. If there was some rule against it, she would have made that clear a long time ago. But given how uncomfortable you are about it, we’ll conduct ourselves like nothing is happening.”

The problem with that was, everything was happening. I’d been brewing in my feelings for him for months and while we may have just now started acting on it completely, it’s been there. How do I hide this now that I have it? I said none of that to him though. His casual vibe told me he wasn’t in this like I was, and it would be simple for him to compartmentalize, something I spoke with my male patients about all the time.

“You good?” He was watching me.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Cool. Now you can come over here and show me just how good you are.”

Ten minutes later I was squatting above his head and dropping my pussy down onto his waiting mouth. Holding onto the headboard, I looked down to see him slurp me up. The sensation was out of this world. The control I had in feeding him, the way he caressed my hips as I bounced up and down on his masterful mouth. His groans into my flesh served as the perfect enhancement to our session. My clit vibrated as his tongue slid back and forth and round and round. It didn’t take long. His light spanks and muffled, “Give it to me baby” taunts sent me over and I was cumming all over his fat tongue.

I don’t know how I ended up with my ass in the air with him behind me sliding into my wetness so deliciously. White sheets were clutched in my palms and in between my teeth as he stretched me out. I followed his tempo, allowing my body to move with his. Allowing his hands to push and pull, allowing his pelvis to send me forward and bring me back. This was his pussy and I told him so.

“I know. You think I don’t know?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only cry out.

“Yeah. This is my pussy. But guess what.”

“Whhhhhhattttt!”

“This. Is. Your. Dick.”

Each word was punctuated by a deep hard thrust that forced my spirit to collide with his in an orgasm that brought me outside of myself. I alone didn’t matter, it was all aboutusright then. We found ourselves collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap.

“Have we settled on how much I want you, Nala? How much of me is yours?”

“Yes, Zaire,” I said short of breath. “I’m all good now.”

17

NALA

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Zaire took me to54thirty Rooftopwhere there was a rooftop bar and lounge. It was too cold to enjoy the rooftop for long even with the fire pits scattered around plush chairs and wrought iron tables, but with the sun setting right at this moment, there was no way either of us wanted to miss seeing the sunset in the west.

It gave me almost as much pleasure as passing by Alicia and her sour expression as we exited the lobby filled with some of the participants in the “Try the weed out” experiment. All I will say is the restaurant off to the left of check-in was packed. People werehungry and silly acting. I was tempted to tell ol’ girl to take an edible and chill out but that would have been childish and very unprofessional.

I gazed over at him admiring his strong jawline. He was so handsome.

“It is absolutely beautiful out here.”

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