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Sunrays burst through the sheer drapes, warming the purple baby-doll nightie that barely covered my naked ass. I rolled over and spread my legs, allowing the sunshine to kiss my kitty, warming me from the outside in. I sure could’ve used some dick last night instead of going to sleep horny as hell. Tilting my pelvis toward the stimulating rays, I couldn’t believe this Jay guy, but at the same time, I couldn’t get him off my mind.

Fantasizing about Jay, I teased my pubic hairs. Sprawled atop the king-sized comforter, I double-checked to make sure I’d hung up my cell phone before tossing it on the pillow. Didn’t want Jay to accidentally overhear me talking about him. Throwing my head backward, I laughed out loud. “Playa-playa…is he for real or what?”

Enjoying myself, I spread my lips wide and rotated my hips clockwise. At first I was thrilled about going out with Jay, but now I wasn’t so sure. He might just be something or someone to do to take my mind off my issues until I leave tomorrow. At least that was what I was telling myself.

Neither my parents nor my ex knew where I was, and since I didn’t know anyone in D.C. and didn’t have anything better to do, I decided I could spend time alone tonight after Jay dropped me off in the lobby. Worst-case scenario—I’d have someone to think about as I masturbated myself to sleep.

I’d given Jay way too much credit. Jay was definitely a slickster, yelling, “Will you stop fucking calling?” in my damn ear before he even said hello. Clearly, he’d pissed some woman off, or she’d pissed him off. Hell, he’d pissed me off too, asking, “Ashlee who?” like he could ever forget me.

Jay acted as though I’d been the one running game on him in the club, with his casual effort to remember who I was. Or maybe he was so accustomed to handing out business cards that he’d lost track—if he’d ever kept track—of the women he gave his number to. But whoever he’d upset this early, he’d probably messed up her entire day.

That’s how women were—easy. Easy to upset. Both easy and eager to please. Desperate might be a better adjective. It was probably that woman I saw flirting with him at the club twirling her finger in his hair. If it was her, I was sure she wasn’t feeling all giddy and shit right about now. I’m sure he’d flip her to one of his boys to fuck next. I knew the routine all too well. I’d been “that woman” before.

That’s how men were—users. Like the president: “Whatever you do, don’t destroy the oil.” At the club last night, Jay was probably saying to himself, “Whatever you do, just let me hit that pussy and then I’m out.” Men. Orgasmic opportunists. As long as they got what they’d come for, a woman’s desires rarely mattered.

I closed my fluttering eyelids and whispered, “Jay. Jay. What was his last na—”

Jay’s thick lips suctioned my nipples into perfectly erect bulbs. I knew what I wanted from Mr…. Mr. Jay. Grabbing his head, I pushed until his lips pressed against mine like warm sunshine. Each time he licked, I rotated up and into his mouth. My juicy pussy pulsated. I wanted badly to come in Jay’s face. “I can’t hold back any longer. I’m ready. I’m come—”

Beep. Beep.

“—ing.”

Damn it! I’d awakened to my cell phone chiming in my ear, indicating someone had sent a message. “Oh my gosh! What time is it?” I’d slept two hours.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt moisture between my thighs, so I ran my hand over my vagina. I was soaking wet, and my clit was still throbbing. “Aw, damn!” I’d come in my sleep, dreaming about Jay.

Quickly, I went into the bathroom, turned on the water, more hot than cold, and then chucked my nightie into the laundry bag hanging behind the door.

Returning to the bed, I grabbed my cell phone, pressed a few buttons, then laughed at the picture Jay had sent me. He was so silly and so damn good-looking. I’d saved his smiley, perfect-teeth pic in my phone to match his number, so every time he called I could see his chocolate dimples. Then I assigned him a special ring tone. I took a picture of myself with my phone, then sent it to Jay.

I was happy as hell, knowing I could have that big dick swaggering inside me if I wanted. Retrieving my purse from the nightstand, I fumbled through more stuff than I used, removed the golden bottle with my name printed on the label, and shook two antidepressant tablets into my hand. I opened the five-dollar bottle of Evian water, tossed the pills to the back of my throat, and gulped half the liter.

I eased into the tub, the hot water suppressing my “bad-relationship” memories. Jay wasn’t Darius. I focused on being happy, imagining Jay making love to me. I nestled my fingers over my pussy and massaged my clit. My body stiffened, so I let go, reassuring myself I could have the real thing tonight. I inhaled slow, deep, and long, allowing my lungs and stomach to expand. Exhaling, I felt the meds beginning to relax my muscles. Stress escaped my body.

“I will have a good time this afternoon,” I repeated ten times. My shrink had said if I repeated anything ten times consecutively, negative or positive, I’d believe it. “I will only speak positive words. I won’t fall in love with Jay’s dick.”

Maybe I could fall in love with Jay instead. I dried myself off. I slipped into my ultra-low-rise boot-cut denims and a long-sleeve midriff cutoff top that tied my naked breasts together, exposing great cleavage. With my flat abs on display, I headed to the elevator to meet my new man. On the ride down from the twelfth floor, I convinced myself I wasn’t a bad person and what had happened to my son truly wasn’t my fault. Just like Darius, I deserved to be happy too. And happy I was, when the elevator doors opened. The first person I saw in the lobby was Jay, standing proud.

Jay swaggered in my direction. “Hey, Ashlee. Damn, girl, you look good,” he said, slipping his arms around my waist.

Despite everything I’d told myself about not readily trusting men, I melted in Jay’s strong embrace. He felt good. Made me feel safe. Desirable. Womanly. In time, he’d make me feel loved.

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.” I stepped back and softly caressed his dimple.

“You look hot. I’m going to be the envy of every man everywhere we go,” he said, opening the passenger door to his BMW.

I don’t know what it was. There I was, sitting next to a complete stranger who excited the hell out of me. I didn’t know his mother’s name, his father’s name, if he had kids, or a wife, or a woman, a man, or both, or whether or not he was a serial killer, serial dater, if he had any STDs, or his middle name. “So where to?” I asked, settling into his sports car. “Nice car; I love the color red.”

Jay’s grin resembled a child’s. I shut my eyes, then opened them quickly. Don’t go there, Ashlee. Stay focused. Happy, remember?

“You know us boys and our big toys. I just got divorced, so I figured I’d buy a little somethin’-somethin’ for myself.” He reached into the backseat and handed me the most stunning clear box of long-stemmed white roses. “A little something for you.”

I wanted to ask him if he had kids but I couldn’t…. Great, Jay was on the rebound too. Fortunately for me, men remarried faster than women, so I too could have a fiancé, if I played my cards right. Then Darius would beg me back, like he’d pleaded with Fancy to call off her engagement to that other guy. That’s it—I’d give Darius a reason to come after me. Worst-case scenario—I’d marry Jay.

Opening the box, I sniffed the flowers, smiled, then bit my bottom lip. “Aaah, Jay, did you get these out of the lobby? I saw some just like these in a vase by the check-in desk.”

He looked into my eyes to see if I was serious. When I grinned, he grinned back at me. “Oh, so you got jokes. I guess the box they came in and the card were in the lobby too, huh?”

“I’m just kidding. Relax,” I said, seizing the opportunity to softly touch his thigh.

Damn! Was that his dick all the way down there? The card read Closer to my dream. I reassured him, “I’m your reality. They’re gorgeous. Thanks.” I closed my eyes and took one long inhale of the petals. I moaned, imagining they were a bridal bouquet and Jay was my groom, sweeping me away on our honeymoon. I placed the roses on the seat behind me. “So what was going on this morning? What woman was you cursing out and why?”

Did he buy the roses for her, then decide to give them to me? Ashlee, why can’t you enjoy the man and the moment and stop analyzing every damn thing?

“Aw, hell no! You know better than to question me, woman!” Jay sped along the B/W Parkway. “Don’t make me stop this car!”

Cracking up, I held my stomach. “You are so adorably dangerous; I like a man who’s fearless like me.”

My thoughts drifted, while Jay test-drove his toy at almost 120 miles per hour, smoothly swerving and dodging cars in both lanes. I enjoyed the fifteen-should’ve-been-thirty-minute ride from Washington to Baltimore. The colorful leaves—orange, purple, yellow, red—were a blur. I felt like there was nothing I couldn’t do with Jay, including have sex with him tonight.

My period was due in two days, and my sex drive revved higher than his engine, making me tightly press my thighs together. Thankfully I had on jeans; otherwise Jay’s leather passenger seat would’ve been juicy from that hot leather seat rubbing up against my panties…I exhaled.

After opening my car door, Jay held my hand all the way from the parking garage to the Inner Harbor. “Uh-uh, woman, don’t you dare touch a door when you’re with me.” Jay waited for me to enter the mall.

Legal Seafood was crowded, so Jay suggested the ESPN Sports Zone. I appreciated a take-charge type of man. I looped my arm underneath Jay’s, hugging his biceps. He was all mine.

Strolling inside the Zone, I playfully said, “I bet you can’t beat me rock climbing.”

“Who said that?” Jay glanced around, pretending he couldn’t see me, so I poked him in his side. He looked down. “Oh, you? Down there. In those heels?” He gestured toward my feet.

“Don’t let the stilettos fool you; I do some of my best work in high heels.”

“Like that?”

“No, like this”—I held out my pinky finger—“bet?”

“What you got to lose?”

“Nothing”—except you. And that would make me sad. Very sad.

A quizzical look flashed across his face. “Everybody’s got somethin’ to lose. This is my lucky shirt.” Jay seductively unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest as if he were Taye Diggs in How Stella Got Her Groove Back.

Damn, Jay was definitely finer than Taye. My heart raced. “Not winners.” I’m never losing anything again, especially Jay. I kicked my slip-on heels in the air, one at a time.

Jay caught them, flexed, gazed into my eyes, and then confidently replied, “Then let’s do the damn thing, woman. Winner claims his or her prize.”

Was he talking about rock climbing or climbing me? It was too late to back down, so I mounted the wall adjacent to his muscular body, pretending I was straddling him while trying not to touch him; else I’d forfeit before we started.

The operator pressed a button, and the mechanical wall gradually rotated downward. Jay was cool, his movement fluid. Each time his foot raised higher, his dick hung lower.

My left foot slipped off a rock so big I could’ve damn near sat on it.

He smiled. “Looks like you should’ve kept on those heels.”

“Forget you, Jay.” I regretted calling out his name, when I noticed the vultures buzzing around to prey upon my man. Reaching up, I gripped the first rock in sight, then yelled to the operator, “Speed it up!”

Jay grinned, easing his way up the wall, as if the operator hadn’t increased the speed at all, while I scrambled.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t worked out in almost a month. Unfortunately, my meds didn’t give me a boost.

I’d just found my pace when Jay yelled, “Faster!”

By now a crowd had gathered behind us, I’m sure, to literally watch Jay’s sexy ass make love to the wall.

I’ve got something for these sideshow hussies. Climbing sideways, I wrapped my leg around Jay’s waist and crawled onto his back. My arms were now choking his neck.

Jay kept climbing. “You are so precious. I guess this means I’m your daddy.”

Playfully I bit him in his back. Jay moaned a most provocative moan, and that shit turned me on so much my pussy puckered.

Surrendering, Jay let go and stumbled to the mat. He looped his arm around my waist, rotating my body in front of him, and I wrapped my legs snug about his waist. “Damn, woman, bite me again.”

Breathing in his face, my lips almost touching his, I asked, “So did I win?”

“Only if you bite me like that later.” The softness of his lips came to mine. “Shit! Let’s go,” he said. Jay lowered me to the floor.

I paused when my pussy grazed his dick. Instantaneously, my hips jammed into his dick before sliding down.

“I like that shit.” Jay eyed my ass as I gathered my shoes.

Smiling up at Jay, I didn’t ask where we were going, hoping our date—I mean outing—was over and my hotel room was his final destination. Within a blink of my eyes, my man disappeared from view when a woman’s ass slid right in front of my face.

“Jay, right?” She didn’t wait for his response. Pleasantly, she continued, “You look just like Jimmy Jean-Louis. We met last night…at Zanzibar…Nikki.”

I knew I shouldn’t have called out his name. Besides, how many hints was this Nikki woman going to give before Jay opened his mouth? I’d heard the women in Baltimore were bolder and less tactful than the women in D.C, but damn, this trick totally disrespected me. Keeping my mouth shut, I stood in their space, trying to recall if I’d seen her at the club. She didn’t look familiar, but after this episode, I’d never forget her face.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, Jay shook his head, speechless, and hunched his shoulders at this Nikki woman.

“Hi, I’m Nikki,” she said, this time extending her hand toward me.

Ignoring Nikki, I leaned into Jay, snuggled my arm behind his back, placed my hand on his stomach, and seductively asked, “You ready, baby?”

As he turned away from Nikki, Jay’s eyebrows lifted and then his eyes widened, as if he was saying, Sorry, Nik.

Well, I didn’t feel sorry for her at all. Nor was I going to compete for what was already mine. If Jay wanted her, she would’ve been his date.

As we walked away, the woman waiting for Nikki said loud enough for us to hear, “I can’t believe you let him play you like that.”

Racing around Jay, Nikki handed him his business card and flipped it over to his cell phone number written on the back. “I won’t be needing this.”

Do not get mad, Ashlee. If you show her that she’s pissed you off, she’ll get the satisfaction, and you’ll end up hating yourself.

Ignoring Nikki for the last time, we continued our stroll. Why couldn’t she just let it go, leave him alone? Obviously, Jay wasn’t interested. He was being polite, and she’d definitely made her point. I intended to continue having an enjoyable evening with my new man.

Jay held my hand as we walked along the pier. He stopped in front of the paddleboats. “Wanna ride?”

I stared at the yellow boat. Hell yeah, but not that thing. This man knew what he was doing to me, but I wasn’t going to give it up to him that easy. “But the sun is going down,” I protested, “and we haven’t eaten yet.” I teased my stomach, closer to my pussy than my navel.

“I know.” He led me inside the boat. “I’ll feed you…eat you too. Later. Now have a seat.” Jay sat behind me and straddled his thighs around mine.

“This is not how you’re supposed to ride a paddleboat. Besides, who’s going to paddle?”

“Who’s your daddy? I won, remember.”

“Well, if I’m paddling, we’ll float the entire time.” And we did.

Jay leaned my head against his chest, untied my hair, and massaged my scalp. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. The tingling sensation crept along my skin, when Jay snuggled his dick in the groove of my spine.

“Ashlee, you’re wonderful. I meant what I wrote on your card. Now that I’ve met you, I am closer to my dream.”

“I don’t live here, Jay.”

“I’m not surprised. Isn’t this how it always happens? Well, I wish you lived here.”

“I love Dallas,” I lied. If I never went back, that would be okay with me, but eventually I had to attend another court hearing.

“Well, I could love you.” Jay’s words traveled into the fading sunset. He continued to knead my shoulders, occasionally tracing his fingertip to my cleavage.

I had to have him. Untying my top, I cupped his palms over my breasts.

Jay squeezed my nipples between his thumbs and pointing fingers and caressed my breasts. He gently pressed his lips inside my ear, whispering, “You are so beautiful.” Instantly, I came.

When the moonlight replaced the sunset, I’d drifted for so long I hadn’t realized we were back at my hotel.

“I enjoyed you, Ashlee. Hopefully I can take you out again before you leave.”

There goes that word leave again. No. No one’s leaving. “You’re welcome to come up to my room, that is, if you don’t have other plans.”

Smiling, Jay handed the valet his keys. He had to know how sexy he was, but he was more attractive ’cause he acted clueless. I couldn’t stand men who spent more time in the mirror than me.

When I unlocked the door, Jay came in and stood in the living area. “Shit! It’s freezing in here, woman!”

Quickly, I shut and latched the door. “Sorry, you know how housekeeping always adjusts the thermostat. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll warm you up later, but for now I’ll fix you a drink.”

First, I dumped the artificial flowers in the trash, filled the vase with slightly cool water, and placed my precious arrangement on the coffee table in front of him. Continuously moving, I retrieved a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet. “Is this okay?” I held up a bottle of Merlot.

“Yeah, that’s real good,” he answered between chattering teeth while eyeing my breasts.

A quick glance and I noticed my nipples had popped through my top like gumdrops. I attempted to fill Jay’s glass halfway, or so I thought.

“Shit, woman! What are you doing?”

“Oh my. I’m so sorry. I—I was watching, um…”

He smiled. “It’s okay. It’s only—”

“Your lucky shirt. Let me get that off you. You can shower. I’ll have housekeeping send your shirt to the one-hour cleaners.” Damn, Jay’s skin was smoother than it looked. Indeed, Jay was going to benefit from my mistake.

“Sure, I’ll take a shower, but only if you join me.” He adjusted his erection.

Oh, I wanted to see his dick. Ride him right. “Start without me; I’ll be in later. Let me take care of your shirt first.”

From the look on his face, I think he was shocked but pleased. I hung Jay’s shirt outside the door in a laundry bag and called housekeeping. Then I waited long enough for him to get wet and slippery.

Before stepping into the bathroom, I popped two more pills with the remaining bottled water. For the first time in a long time, I was sharing my shower with a man.

For a moment, Jay’s eyes lingered on my scarred thighs. Then he lightly touched the scar on my back as he hugged me. “My God! What happened?”

Silence lingered as I fought back tears, recalling the horrible memories of Darius. “I’d rather not—”

“Ssshhh. No need to explain.” Jay quietly placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head backward. His juicy lips covered mine as his tongue invaded my mouth.

“Umm. Umm.” I sucked his tongue; he sucked mine. I submitted, melting into his wet flesh. “Umm…um…um.” My body jerked when Jay glided his fingers over my nipples. I took several long deep breaths. I was finally ready to let go of Darius forever.

“I want you, Ashlee,” Jay whispered faintly.

Right before he hugged me, my pussy trembled. Then he held me as the warm water pulsated against our bodies. Jay felt heavenly.

We dried one another off; then his naked body caressed mine as we eased under the sheets.

“Here”—Jay patted his chest—“lay your head next to my heart.”

I tucked my head underneath his armpit onto his divine chest, exhaled, and then closed my eyes. Why couldn’t every day be this perfect? “This seems like a fanta—”

“Naw, it’s real, baby. Wake up. Don’t fall asleep on him.” Jay wrapped my hand around his dick.

I jerked again, this time from the waist up. “Ooh, he’s humongous!”

“You think?” Jay smiled proudly. “So do you like?”

“Mmm-hmm, I like. I like a lot.”

Someone knocked on the door. A voice echoed, “Room service.”

“I left the shirt outside the door!”

“Calm down. Stay here; I’ll check it out.” Jay hurried to the door. He returned to the bedroom, rolling a cart filled with covered plates.

Leaning against the headboard, I frowned, then smiled. “When did you have time to do this?” Ashlee, you have got to be more aware of your surroundings.

“Aha!” Jay revealed a platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He pulled the bedspread over my leg and placed the tray in my lap. “Look, I hate playing games, Ashlee—I like you, and I’m the type of man that can show you better than I can tell you. Trust me.”

“Well then, show me.” I couldn’t believe what I’d said. That was the first time I’d asked someone other than Darius in God knows how long.

Pausing, he shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re asking me to do to you.”

“Yes, I do, so don’t make me ask twice.”

Jay placed the tray back on the stand. Suctioning off the chocolate, he massaged my toes with strawberries, then licked the redness from between my toes as he massaged the arches in my feet. He wasn’t in a hurry, nor was I. Cool ice cubes traced my ankles. I’d never realized my ankles were so sensitive, until Jay’s tongue absorbed the wetness.

“Ummm,” I moaned, twitching at the tickling yet arousing sensation.

Jay kissed my scarred thighs. “Turn over.”

I did as instructed and waited. The coolness of whipped cream smothered my ass and seeped between the crevices of my vagina.

Jay’s hands rotated, parting my cheeks. Every time my cheeks opened, his long, thick fingers teased my clit.

I rotated my hips.

His finger stroked my shaft as more whipped cream greeted me.

My pussy swelled, gushing juices that flooded the sheets. “Damn! I’m making it obvious I haven’t had a man make love to me in…forever.” I made a motion to turn over.

“I like your juicy pussy. Relax. I’m getting it ready so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” When he whispered, “Ashlee” he slipped his long finger deep inside. “Damn! Your pussy is tight. You got my dick hard as hell, woman.” Jay continued sliding his finger inside me.

“Oh my God! Oh my God. Jay, what are you doin’ to me?” I wanted Jay so bad.

The pain was pleasurable. Thank God that was his finger and not that gigantic dick. I was on the verge of coming…on his finger.

Jay paced his rhythm, plunging a little deeper every few seconds, until he found my spot. Then he stopped.

My hips clamped down on his hand as he held his finger against my G-spot and maintained constant pressure. Damn, biting the sheets, I moaned, “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huuuh! Oh, ba-beeee.” Instinctively, my body took over grinding his finger. I fucked Jay’s finger long and hard like it was the real thing.

Jay didn’t move until I’d worn myself out. Patiently, he removed his finger; then he sniffed, licked, and sucked my juices. “Sweet.” He kissed my breasts. “You ready for all of this?”

I grabbed his dick again—well…almost. It had grown, and my fingers weren’t long enough to wrap all the way around him. “My God, what do you feed this thing?”

“C’mere and I’ll show you,” he said, nudging my lips closer to his head.

I didn’t want to seem selfish, the way I’d originally thought Jay was. Boy, was I wrong! With the little energy remaining, I leaked a stream of saliva onto his shaft, stroking as best as I could, but honestly I was drained. Felt like I was suspended in air; I’d never felt this good.

When Jay’s bulging head dipped below my waist, then popped inside my pussy, I braced my hands on his shoulders. “Wait, where’s your condom?”

“I ain’t got one.”

“Then I can’t do this.” I tried to push him off me.

“I won’t come in you; I’ll pull it out, I promise.”

I shook my head. “No. I’ve already gotten pregnant once on the ‘I’m just gonna put the head in’ promise. No condom, no sex. Sorry.”

“Damn! How could I forget? What about you?”

“Haven’t needed those in over a year,” I lied.

“Damn! For real?” Jay’s chest inflated. “Okay, what if I go to the gift shop and come right back?”

“Closed.”

“Fuck!” He dialed the gift shop direct to confirm.

“Let’s cuddle tonight, and pick up where we left off tomorrow.” I slipped under the covers.

Jay exhaled, then crawled in beside me, obviously frustrated. He asked, “So, how many kids?”

“None,” I said, rolling over.

“Abortion?”

“No.”

“Miscarriage?”

“Nope.”

“But—”

“Long story.” I kissed him. “Good night.”