Page 41 of Breeze and Melodie

“That’s unfortunate. I mean, not that she’s pregnant, but that it’s by Sean and he went ghost,” Shyne said.

“What did she want from you?” Adan asked.

“To warn me. She thinks Mel did something to Sean, and I might be next.”

Everyone in the barbershop broke out in laughter, including my client. Though he was still pissed about waiting longer than anticipated, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“That’s funny as hell. The possibility of Sean ghosting her isn’t believable, but she believes Melodie harmed him in some way. Women really be out here delusional as hell,” Zayn said.

We talked about the situation for a few more minutes before someone changed the topic. I wasn’t much of a talker, but I enjoyed listening to the back-and-forth among the other barbers and our clients.

Hours later, I entered my apartment and was welcomed by drawn shades, candles, soft music, and the scent of delicious food seasonings. I couldn’t guess what was on the menu, but my mouth began to water.

“Mel,” I called out.

She appeared at the entrance to our bedroom dressed in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. It was red with skinny straps barely holding the material together. Her perky breasts poked from the bra, and most of her stomach was exposed. When my eyes made it to her nicely trimmed pussy, I licked my lips.

“Welcome home.” She leaned against the doorframe.

“Damn. Is this the type of time you on?”

She nodded. “Dinner should be done in about twenty minutes, enough time for you to shower.”

“Fuck that food and the shower. C’mere.”

I reached for her, and she moved out of my reach.

“No, Breeze. I planned a nice romantic evening to thank you for all you’ve done for me. Let me show you my appreciation.”

I released an impatient breath and grabbed my dick. “I’m hard as hell, Mel. I’ll take a shower so you won’t be suckinga musty dick, but fuck that food. Be ready to be bent over something as soon as you hear that water shut off, . . . and keep the heels on.”

“But Breeze?—”

“I’ll skip the shower, and we’ll fuck right in this doorway if you keep talking.”

She held up her hands in surrender, looking sexy as hell.

“Turn around and let me see that ass.”

With her hands still in the air, she slowly turned around, and I bit my bottom lip at the sight of her plump ass cheeks looking even more plump with the straps secured around them. I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door because it was the only thing I could do to stop myself from burying my face in Melodie’s ass crack.

I showered as quickly as possible, not bothering to dry off, stepping into the hallway with water still dripping from my body and my dick standing at attention.

“Where you at, baby?” I called out in search of Mel.

“In the living room.”

I followed her voice and was pleasantly surprised that she’d actually followed my instructions. Melodie was bent over the back of the couch, with the heels still on and her ass propped up in the perfect position.

My smile widened with every step I took in her direction. I gripped her waist and pressed my dick between her ass crack when I reached her. Leaning forward, I planted wet kisses on her back and worked my way up to her neck.

One of my hands found its way to the front of her neck, and I gripped it tightly as I pulled her to a standing position. My dick slipped from her ass crack, leaking precum as it pressed against her back. She let her head fall onto my shoulder and angled it toward me.

Still gripping her neck, I covered her mouth with mine, and we exchanged a sloppy, wet kiss. As our tongues looped around each other, she moaned into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue before my kisses traveled to her neck, shoulder, and finally returned to her back.

I released her neck, sliding my hand over her breasts and stomach until I found her pussy. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I slipped my fingers over her clit and between her folds to find her already soaking wet.

“Damn, baby.”

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