Page 61 of Out of the Shadow

King straightens. It’s my turn. I get to see the whole man—and the impressive bulge he’s sporting. I can do this.

He kisses me again so that I can taste myself on him, which is an unexpected turn-on. His hands roam over my body, weighing my breasts, before encircling my back and bringing me up for a hug. He whispers into my ear, “Sleep well, baby.”

Before I can process what he’s said, he’s headed to the kitchen where he left his shirt. He doesn’t stop to put it on, but rather walks to the front door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he’s gone.

Sprawled on the loveseat, I let the euphoria wash over me. This is good. This is what no-strings feels like. No emotions, just carnal bliss. And holy hell, did he deliver.

I can do this.

King

I PULL INTOmy parking garage and let my head rest on the steering wheel. Somewhere between Angie’s place and the condo, I finally caught my breath.Holy shit. From what her family told me, she hasn’t dated in a decade. And she just let me bring her to three gorgeous orgasms.

A feeling of warmth spreads through my body. Pride. I’m going to be the man who brings Angie back to the living. She’s such an amazing woman. The way she continues to pursue her Bucket List goals, refusing to give in even in the face of severe challenges. The passion she brings to her career. The love she feels for her family.

I don’t want to fuck things up between us. I need to take things slow, make sure she’s on board with everything we’re doing. Lord knows, I want to bring her to ecstasy. For the first time in my life, a woman’s pleasure comes before mine. The best confirmation of this is the erection straining against my fly. Yes, she’s more important than even my own pleasure.

As I head into the lobby, a familiar voice greets me. “King!” I turn my head and Callie joins me as we walk to the elevator. She does a double-take when she notices my obvious condition. “I can help you out with that.”

Her hand snakes forward toward my crotch, but I flinch. Trying to cover up my reaction, I reply, “Thanks for the offer, but I’m kind of tired tonight.”

Callie’s face falls—she’s not stupid, she knows exactly what I’m saying. I’ve met someone. I can’t even believe those three words popped into my brain, but they’re true. What is Angie doing to me? Whatever it is, I like it.A lot.

When the elevator pings, announcing our floor, Callie and I both get off. We stop in front of her door. “Have a good night, King. Good luck with whoever she is.”

I smile. “Thanks.”

In my apartment, I shed all my clothes and land on my bed, needing to take care of the issue that sprang up when I was with Angie. My hand strokes my cock, which engorges to its full length as I picture Angie sitting on her couch, legs wide open for me. Her smell is more intoxicating than any bourbon I’ve ever drunk. And her taste! I run my hand up and down my shaft, and over the tip. My breathing gets faster and faster, and I remember how she moaned when I brought her to her first climax. I tug harder and cum bursts forth onto my stomach.

What this woman does to me. No way in hell would she let me touch her if she didn’t feel the same way about me, given how long she’s been alone. Her spot in my heart swells. For the first time in my adult life, I recognize how lucky I am.

ON THE WAYto the office for today’s shoot, I stop by the local florist’s place. For her first three orgasms, Angie deserves a special gift. Looking around, I decide against roses. They’re too cliché. A display of calla lilies catches my attention. Instead of the traditional large white ones, I gravitate toward the mini versions in a multitude of colors.

The clerk approaches me. “Can I help you select a present for your girlfriend?”

My mouth curves upward at the word “girlfriend” and I clear my throat. “Yes. I like these.” I point to the display.

“Great choice. Very different. Do you know what the colors mean?”

I shake my head. I’ve never given flowers to a woman before. Except for my mother when I was a kid, and Lord knows the last time I did that was ages ago. The clerk explains the meanings behind each color, and I choose a bouquet of pinks and purples—admiration, appreciation, and passion. Perfect.

Taking the wrapped bouquet, I continue on to the office. When I park, I notice the sun is shining more brightly this morning, the sky is bluer, and the birds are chirping. It feels like I stepped into a Disney movie. Inhaling the air tinged with salt from the ocean, I walk into Russo Real Estate, which is buzzing with people from the television show.

I nod at Milo and the guys as I head over to Angie, who’s sitting at her desk. Today, she’s dressed in a light green dress with a rather low neckline. Hmm. Must’ve come from wardrobe. The way she fills out the front makes me want to skip filming and carry her upstairs to continue what we started last night.

Instead, I go to the side of her desk and get down on my haunches. “I saw these and thought of you.” My heart pounding, I hand her the bouquet.

Her chocolate eyes widen. She takes the flowers from me and smells. “Oh. Thank you, but you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Angie admires the flowers from a variety of angles and pushes back on her chair. “Well, thanks. They’re very pretty. I’ll go put them in water.” She stands and heads for the kitchenette.

Smiling at her reaction, I sit at my desk and review the notes for today’s shoot one final time. We’re going to a broker’s Open House to check out a new property. I take in all the details about the house, noting handwritten comments from Kaitlyn to me in blue pen:Make sure to disagree with Angie about how well this property might meet the wants and needs of your clientele.

I still don’t have a handle on all of Angie’s clients, but I’ve definitely gotten the vibe that they are relatively few and far between. I guess I’ll have to make up people to get under Angie’s skin, a prospect that doesn’t seem as palatable as it once did.

Angie returns to the main part of the office and places the flowers I gave her on Marlene’s desk. My brows furrow. Why isn’t she putting them on her own desk? Marlene seems to be wondering the same thing. From my vantage point, I see the two women talking, hands flying. They both turn and look at me for a moment before returning to their conversation.

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