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10

Renee

I pulled into the driveway, raised the door to the two-car garage, and signaled for Landon to pull into the spot beside me. The last thing I needed was for the neighbors to be knowing what’s going on at my house.

I’m an undercover freak. Tamara was staying the night with a friend and Quinton was spending the weekend at his father’s. I was free to get buck wild without an audience. Otherwise, I would have had Landon pay for a hotel. And not a cheap one, either.

The door lowered, I climbed out. Landon came around beside me.

“You live in a nice neighborhood.”

What did he think I lived in? The hood like that rat, Leslie?

I just smiled, moved toward the door, and opened it. He followed me inside and gave a wolf whistle as he looked around. “Damn, Renee! You living large.”

I love when people compliment my house.

“Shit, maybe I need to write a book.”

I get a kick out of how people think just because you write books you’ve got to be rich. And I’d be damned if I corrected him. With the money from my separation agreement, I was able to afford a house I was proud to call my home. But I didn’t invite him over for a tour. I wanted to get to know him better, if you get my drift.

I reached inside the refrigerator, removed two Coronas, and signaled for him to follow me into the family room. While he got comfortable on my leather couch, I went over to the stereo and turned on the “Quiet Storm.” I moved over to that couch and took a seat, putting just enough distance between us but close enough that I could reach over and caress his thigh. For a long time, neither of us said anything and just enjoyed the music. Atlantic Starr was singing “Secret Lovers.” I hadn’t heard that cut in years.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” Landon said with a sheepish grin.

“Neither can I.” I can bet Leslie is madder than a mothafucka. Hee-hee!

“What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, so you’re not going to tell me what’s on your mind.” He tried to tickle me and I jumped back out of his reach.

“Hey!” I laughed. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then tell me. What’re you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering when you’re going to shut the hell up and kiss me.”

“You said nothing but the word.”

He took both our drinks and set them on the floor, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Mmmm. Yummy! They were soft and he knew how to give just enough tongue without getting all sopping wet. I moaned when he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. I locked my hands around his neck and leaned in closer. I could feel my body responding to him. Now that’s what I’m talking about! A brotha with looks and skills. Landon was a passionate kisser who cared about making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was.

I closed my eyes while he nibbled and licked at my neck, each touch sending chills down my spine. I could tell he liked to take his time, while I was ready to get busy. I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and caressed his pecs. Oh, but they felt good. His hand slipped under mine and he unclasped my bra and reached inside to caress my itty-bitty titties. Oooh, yesss!

Eager to get this show started, I broke the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head, then removed my own.

“Do you want to go up to your room?” he suggested.

“Not just yet,” I whispered. Rising, I stood before him, reached for my zipper, and removed my jumpsuit and stood before him in a pair of lace panties.

“You’re beautiful.”

“So I’ve been told.”

He pulled me back down on the couch. The whole time he was kissing me, my mind was racing with possibilities. Little Landon Lawson had grown up to be a man.

Never one to let a brotha think he has the upper hand, I flipped him onto his back and allowed my tongue to travel from his neck across his pecs while he palmed the cheeks of my ass.

“Damn, you’re sensual,” he moaned.

Okayyy, that shit sounded gay as hell, but ’cause he’s sexy, I’d let that comment pass as well. But one more of those and I was going to slip him John’s address, then show him the door.

I slid my tongue down his fabulous abs and followed the trail of hair to the band of his boxer briefs. I love the way they look on a man, especially if he has large legs. And Landon’s thighs are massive. And that’s not the only thing. That bulge in his briefs was enough to make me salivate. Anxious to see what was inside, I instructed him to raise his hips. I lowered his underwear and wanted to shout. Oh, hubba bubba, Landon, go grab that rubba!

“Mmmm, Daddy, you’re full of surprises.”

He beamed, and he had every reason to be proud.

I got down on my knees on the floor and instructed him to hang off the edge of the couch. With his legs spread, I moved between them. As soon as he was comfortable, I licked a path up one inner thigh and then the other, teasing and drawing closer to the tip each time but never quite reaching him. Landon lifted his hips, trying to get me to lick the head of his big black snake, but I refused. Don’t he know by now I do things at my own pace, and damned if I’m going to rush. Besides, I like to make a brotha beg.

“Please, Renee. Suck it.”

See what I’m talking about? “Not yet,” I said and blew on the tip. He squirmed. I chuckled. I teased him a little longer, then captured the head between my lips and lightly sucked. Oh, he was moaning like a baby now.

I lowered and swallowed him whole, released him, then took it slowly in and out of my mouth, sucking and releasing, taking him deeper and deeper and releasing again.

“Oh, hell yeah!” he said.

“You like that?” I asked between slurps.

“Hell yeah. Take all that dick.”

But can you handle it, I thought as I released him and slid my tongue around to his balls and nibbled at one and then the other. He arched off the couch. I wrapped my fist around the base and my hand traveled up and down his length while I kept my lips at the head sucking. He rocked and tried to take my head deeper but I wasn’t having it. As soon as I thought he was on the verge of coming, I released him and rose.

“Where you going?” Landon asked, looking desperate as hell.

“To my room.”

I didn’t even have to look over my shoulder to know he was right behind me.