Page 17 of Seasoned
“Oh yes, I can, and I just did.” Infuriated, Renee fastened the cover on the container and shoved it into the cabinet. She’d thought they were getting along. She’d thought he actually liked her.
“Lady, you are a piece of work.”
“And so are you!” Renee marched to the front door where his tools were located and stood over them.
“I did not help you because I had an ulterior motive. Frankly, I couldn’t care less if I get fined again by the board. It would have been less trouble for me to simply pay another fine than spend two whole days helping you.”
“You are a fraud, Mr. Stevenson.”
“I’m Mr. Stevenson now? This morning at breakfast, I was Clive.”
“This morning at breakfast, I thought you were a decent human being, and we could have become friends. Now I know the truth. Have a good day.” She looked at his tools and then looked at him, signaling that he should take his shit and go.
“For the record, I’m a good guy. Everybody likes me, except you.”
“And I’m sure that gets under your skin, doesn’t it? You know what you need? Real friends. Not people who’ll come to your house only for loud parties and disturb the neighbors, but real friends who’ll tell you the truth about yourself. And the truth is, you are a selfish, overgrown frat boy who thinks the rules of common decency don’t apply to him. Well, I’m here to tell you,MisterStevenson, that the rules do apply, and you will abide by them whether you like it or not.”
“And do you know what you need? A man, because no one is naturally this bitter and angry.”
“Oh yes, I forgot, the white male penis is the solution to all the world’s problems.”
“What’s the matter, never had any white malecock? You should try it. We should both try something new, because I’ve never had any Black—”
Thwack! Renee hit him before she had time to think.
Clive’s eyebrows arrowed down and his hand touched his cheek. “Why the hell did you hit me?”
“You are disgusting. Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Why not? Because then you’d have to pretend you don’t like it? Let’s lay all our cards on the table, shall we? You want me.”
Renee cackled out loud, throwing her head back with exaggerated mirth. “I most certainly do not.”
“That’s why you’re wearing those tight jeans and that tight blouse, leaving little to the imagination. You’re wearing sweet-smelling perfume, your hair looks extra good, and let’s not forget the feast from this morning. You can deny it all you want, sweetheart, but you most certainly want this white male penis.”
“Get the hell out of my house! And when the board meets in the next session, I hope they throw the book at you.”
“Well, if I’m already in trouble…” He shrugged and then pulled her against him, pressing his mouth to hers.
Startled, Renee froze for a second and then let out a tremulous moan as his mouth crushed hers and then moved in a seductive slide that made her sex pulse. The hands at her back slipped under her shirt and palmed her skin, sliding up to her bra strap and leaving her shivering in the wake of his touch.
He angled his head to the right and deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against hers and tilting her backward ever so slightly over his left arm. Her nipples throbbed against his hard chest, and she gripped his big, muscular shoulders, seeking closer contact as she widened her mouth beneath his.
His calloused right hand was rough yet gentle as he shaped her waist, smoothing over her hips and then sliding backward to squeeze her ass. She’d known his touch would make her ache, but this fiery desire was upsetting, insulting in the wake of her anger.
Dismayed by her behavior, she pushed him away. They both stared at each other with heaving breaths, shocked and aroused.
Renee slapped him again. She didn’t even know why. She just felt compelled to do it.
“Goddammit, lady, if you don’t stop hitting me—”
She grabbed his shirt and tugged him down for another kiss.
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In between feverish kissing and fondling, they fumbled their way toward the bedroom. Clive tossed his shirt to the floor and sucked on the side of Renee’s neck, deftly unhooking her bra and then flinging both that and her blouse at the entrance to her bedroom.
The rest of their clothes came off fast, and when they were both naked, his mouth crashed down on hers. She met the demand by sliding her fingers into his soft white hair and trembled at the rasping drag of chest hairs over the tips of her breasts and the way his rough hands roamed across her back and over her buttocks. Within seconds, she was on her back and across the width of the bed with one hairy thigh between hers, tipping back her head with a jagged groan as he sank his teeth into her tender flesh.
