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“I will neither confirm nor deny that.”
“I was calling to see if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, but I get the feeling you’ll be busy.”
Journee rolled her eyes. “We can go tomorrow evening if you want. After work.”
“That works. I’ll let you get back to your Sunday fun. Call me later and give me all the details. That is if you can talk,” Aariah teased.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you later.”
The two women hung up, and Journee returned her phone to the bedside table. She flipped through the channels for a couple of minutes before Killian walked back into the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later with her lotion in hand.
“Towel off, baby, and turn over for me.”
Journee removed the towel and tossed it aside, turning over slowly. She slid her arms under the pillow, laying her head to the side. The bed dipped as Killian sat on the edge of it. There were a few seconds before she felt his hands on her right ankle.
He began with her ankle, working his way up to her calf, and Journee felt him rub the lotion in before his thumbs began to knead the area. She let out a small groan. The pressure was welcomed. As he massaged, he alleviated more of the soreness she had left.
His hands journeyed up to her thigh, massaging the flesh deeply. They were like magic, but Journee had already known that. They were capable of making her feel good in several ways, and she enjoyed the relief her muscles were receiving.
Killian moved to her other leg, giving it the same treatment, and Journee found herself relaxing deeper into her pillow as she closed her eyes. Small noises of gratification pushed past her lips every so often.
When he finished with her legs, Journee felt his hands on her back, rubbing lotion over it before he began to add more pressure. He massaged every inch of her back, waist, and hips, ensuring he didn’t miss a spot. Killian paid particular attention to where he’d gripped her waist the night before and in the early morning hours.
Those strong hands came to her ass, running over both cheeks, and Journee moaned. This grip, this kneading, was different from how he’d done so when they were intimate but wasn’t any less sure.
When Killian’s hands slipped down her thighs again, Journee gasped as one of his thumbs lightly brushed over her pussy.
“Turn over for me.”
Journee did as requested, turning over onto her back. His hands ghosted over her thighs as she did so before he added more lotion and ran them over her stomach. His touch caused it to quiver some. His hands were gentle on her stomach, less firm than they had been on the rest of her body so far.
She bit her bottom lip as Killian’s hands moved to her breast, massaging them. His thumbs brushed over her areolas close to her nipples. He massaged her breast for several long minutes, his thumbs coming close but never touching her nipples.
Killian worked his hands back down to her thighs, his thumb again brushing over her pussy. Journee moaned as her eyes met his. She licked her lower lip as his thumb ran over her slit again, this time with more pressure. The first time Journee figured it was an accident. However, she knew now it was deliberate.
“Killian,” Journee attempted to admonish.
“You didn’t think I was going to behave while I had you naked with my hands on you, did you, Tigress?” Killian questioned, and she glanced down to see his dick hard against his sweatpants.
Journee watched him lick his lower lip as he spread her legs. He lowered his head, but Journee reached down, cupping his chin in her hand.
“You’re supposed to be giving me a massage.”
“This is part of it. What better way to massage your pussy than with my tongue.”
Journee wouldn’t argue with that. She released his chin, watching him as he leaned between her legs. The first swipe of his tongue on her slit had her taking a breath. Their eyes held one another, and Journee knew this would be as intense as the night before.
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Killian placed the large suitcase he’d bought at the end of the bed. He’d left Journee’s house about an hour ago, and on his way back to his hotel suite, he’d stopped and bought a suitcase. His original trip was only supposed to last a week, so he hadn’t brought much. Since he’d been there, he’d accumulated more items and needed something other than the bag he brought to take them home.
He entered the bathroom and started the shower after grabbing his body wash from the bag he’d taken to Journee’s house. It was almost nine-thirty, but for some reason, he’d agreed to meet Slate to work out the following day at six-thirty in the morning. It wasn’t that Killian had a problem with the early morning. It was that he’d been enjoying sleeping in, or at least his rendition of sleeping in.
Once he undressed and the shower heated up, he stepped inside. As he was showering, he heard his phone ring twice. He figured it was his little sister since she’d been trying to get him to divulge who he was spending time with, and when he’d be returning home. He decided he would call her back before he went to sleep.
After his shower, Killian dried off and dressed in a pair of boxers. He entered the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before returning to the bedroom. He grabbed his phone from the dresser. He saw that one of his missed calls was from Journee, and the other was from his mother.
Killian had spoken to his mother several times since he’d taken his impromptu vacation, and he knew she and his sister were in cahoots. His mother also wanted to know who he was spending his time with. His mother hinted at wanting to know, while Ziggy would outright question it whenever she could.
