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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
“I most certainly am not. My mother is the head of the entire family. I try to never be a no-show out of respect. She spends hours cooking a feast for us and the least I can do is show up. Plus,” I added, grabbing another piece of meat from the pot to cool, “it’s a free meal.” I laughed.
“So, you’re a cheap bastard?” she teased.
“What do you think?” I grinned.
“I’d say you are.” She nodded and looked down at her tiny plate of meat pieces.
“Fondue isn’t a cheap meal. I never skimp, especially when taking a woman on a date.”
“Do you do that a lot?” she inquired without looking at me.
“What?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I watched her.
“Take a lot of women on dates.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst into laughter. “Max, I do not date.”
“Well, what’s this, then?”
“Let me rephrase that. I’ve never taken a woman on a date before you.”
“Anthony, be honest. God doesn’t like liars,” she told me as her lip twitched.
“Max, I’m dead serious. I’ve never found someone I wanted to get to know. Before you, all I cared about was getting them in the sack.”
“You’ve never had a girlfriend?” she asked with a look of shock.
“In high school and in my early twenties, but I wouldn’t say I took them to dinner. I wasn’t into wining and dining,” I admitted, knowing I sounded like a complete pig.
“And you’re saying that women are easy?”
“I fucked you, didn’t I?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
“Not the first night. I believe you had to work for it.” She smiled as she plopped a piece of zucchini in her mouth.
“I did. More than I’ve ever worked for anything in my life.” I returned her smile and didn’t feel ashamed that I’d chased her.
“I’m not worth the effort, Anthony.” She casually tapped the stick on the side of the pot, letting the oil drip off. She’d said it like it was common knowledge and I shouldn’t be offended by her words.
“But you are, Max.” I set my sticks down, folded my hands in front of me, and looked directly at her. “The spark when we touch tells me you are worth it. Have you ever felt that with another person? Be honest with me.”
Maybe it wasn’t the combination of us when we touched that had caused the spark. She might have been the one to generate the electricity. Possibly everyone she had ever touched had felt it. The thought that I wasn’t special nagged at me.
“No, I’ve never felt it before,” she admitted as she stared back at me. “I don’t know what it is.”
“Me either, but I want to know what it means. You may think you’re not worth the effort, but I beg to differ.”
She gave me a weak smile and returned her attention back to her meal. The rest of the time at the table was spent with small talk, avoiding all discussion of relationships and the electricity we had together. I wouldn’t push the issue. Trust me, I wanted to, but for the sake of not pushing her away, I kept my lips sealed.
After she dropped the last piece of angel food cake in her mouth and moaned, she said, “I’m so full.” Rubbing her belly, she sighed as her body sagged. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this full.”
I, on the other hand, felt like I hadn’t eaten. The meal had been so drawn out that my body had already consumed the food. “I could eat more.”
“I have something you can eat,” she replied with a naughty smirk.
“You want my mouth on you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
The thought of tasting her pussy made my cock grow harder. I wished I could lay her out on the table and drizzle the melted chocolate over her body before devouring every morsel.
“Yes.” She nodded slowly, staring at me with hooded eyes.
“Check, please!” I called out to the waitress.
I lay there exhausted, spent, and content. Twirling my finger on top of her stomach, I set my head on her hip and stared at her. Her skin glistened in the light as her chest rose and fell from the exertion of the fuck-fest we’d just had. Thank God I was in shape. If I hadn’t been, I would’ve left her house sore. The woman was a tiger in bed. I’d used everything I had, pulled out all the stops when satisfying her.
“Exhausted,” she whined as she threw her arm across her face.
“Me or you?” I splayed my hand out on her stomach, letting it rise with her breath.
“Me. I swear you’re trying to kill me.”
“Max, I beg to differ. I thought you were trying to suffocate me when you were grinding your pussy on my face.” I bit my lip, holding in my laughter.
“Bastard,” she hissed. “I was trying to kill you.”
“I would’ve gone out a happy man.” I slid my fingers down her stomach before stopping between her legs.
Tiny droplets of cum twinkled in the light. Her taste was like no other woman I’d been with. It wasn’t because she was black, but there was something about her that made everything better.
I hadn’t seen Max for a week since our first official date. That evening had been much the same way as this night, but minus the face-riding. I’d wanted to see her before, but between our work schedules and her needing space, we’d waited to see each other.