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  Kayla glared at her mother, “Well, dad…”

  Cheryl cut her off, “You’re not at your dad’s house! So if that is what you were about to say, don’t.”

  Kayla stormed out of the hallway and into her room. Just then the phone rang again.

  “Don’t touch it. I’ll get it,” Cheryl snatched up the receiver. “Look, I don’t know who in the hell this is, but you better stop calling my house.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry. I was looking for the woman I was going to be meeting later tonight but if you have changed your mind all you had to do was say so,” Matthew said.

  “I’m sorry. Some of Kayla’s friends are playing on this phone again. Ugh. I swear that girl will be…”

  “Stop, no negative thoughts tonight. This night will be all about you. Now, is Kayla going to her girlfriend’s house? You know I don’t like her being there by herself.”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have to drop her off before meeting you at the club.”

  “Don’t be late. I have special plans for you, sweetness.”

  “What did you just call me?” I asked.

  “Sweetness, why?”

  “Did you call here about ten minutes ago?”

  “No.”

  She shook the negative thoughts from her head. “Never mind me. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” She hung up and started humming and then called Kayla to hurry up.

  Kayla came bouncing downstairs with her sleeping bag and overnight bag.

  “Do you have everything? You know I am not coming back here.”

  “I know. Dang,” she said, with the smacking of the lips again.

  “Look, Kayla, stop being such a smart ass. I don’t have time for this. I am sick of your smart mouth. Just stop acting…”

  “Like what…?”

  “What has gotten into you lately?” Kayla said as she picked up her keys from the table in the foyer.

  “Nothing, can we just go?”

  After dropping Kayla off at Tamia’s house, she headed off to meet Matthew at Club E. She walked in and found him standing near the bar.

  “Malibu for her and rum and Coke for me, please,” Matthew said as he put his arm around her. “You are looking very sexy tonight,” he whispered into her neck as he kissed her cheek.

  “And so are you” she answered.

  Suddenly, everyone’s attention was on the dance floor. An older man, maybe around the age of sixty, hit the dance floor by himself. He started to slow dance by himself. He had cream colored slacks with a cream colored shirt. He had on snake skin cowboy boots and had the sexiest salt/pepper hair. He danced to One in a Million by Bobby Womack. He raised his arms above his head and proceeded to turn his back to Cheryl’s side of the club and slid his hands down his head and onto his shoulders. He slowly turned around and faced her and when he finished his perfect turn, he swayed down to the floor, all while rubbing his hands all over his body.

  For some reason he locked eyes with Cheryl, and she couldn’t look away. The women in the club were going wild, throwing money at him and one woman came onto the dance floor with him and starting putting money at his feet. The song ended with him in a deep bow. The crowd gave him a standing ovation.

  Freak-um Dress Remix came on by Beyoncé.

  “Care to dance on the floor instead of in your chair?” Matthew asked while pulling her up.

  “If you can keep up,” she said and did a hip roll that had him stumbling backwards.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and they moved like two ballroom dancers. The next song came on by Ja Rule, Where Would I Be Without You, she pressed herself against him and he against her. His manhood grew as she gyrated her hips against him and they fell back into a seductive dance.

  The songs ended and they decided to head back to their table for one last drink before he asked for the tab. He whipped out his credit card and left a hundred on the table for the waitress. He pulled Cheryl into a kiss as they reached the sidewalk.

  “I don’t want this night to end,” he said once they broke the kiss.

  “Neither do I,” she moaned back.

  “Come back with me. I promise you, you will not be sorry.”

  Chapter 5

  They drove for about twenty minutes and finally pulled off Route 210 onto the access road behind C&D carry out and she pulled her SUV behind his.

  “I have to enter the code, but follow close behind me so the gate doesn’t close,” he said while leaning into her black Lexus RX300.

  “Ok.”

  After driving about a mile he got out and trotted up to her car and opened the door. As he unlocked the door, she ran her hand down his back. They walked in and he disabled the alarm, and set his keys on the table on the left side of the door.

  “Can you point me to the bathroom?”

  “Sure, just down the hall to the right. Care for a night cap?” he said while untying his tie.

  “Oh no, you aren’t going to have me all liquored up.”

  “Right, I want you in your right mind when I have my way with you,” he said with a wink.

  She disappeared down the hall and when she came out she walked toward the music.

  He had some nice jazz playing and he was in the kitchen.

  “Thought you might like a little something, so I called ahead and had some fruit taken out for you,” he said, while seductively eating a piece of strawberry.

  “How nice of you,” she said as she admired his kitchen. The cabinets were dark mahogany and the floors were dark cherry hardwood. He had stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops. He had a latte station under one cabinet and a flat screen television inside of the refrigerator door.

  He had apple cinnamon candles lit and had just poured himself a drink.

  “Sure you won’t join me?”

  “Positive. I still have to drive home. I can’t stay long.” She said as she popped a couple of grapes in her mouth.

  “Well, feel free to stay here, I do have extra rooms.”

  “That won’t be necessary. I’ll just eat your fruit and be on my way,” she said with a smile.

  “Well, there is something I would like to eat and it damn sure ain’t this fruit,” he said while walking up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck.

  “O-ok, don’t start anything you don’t intend on finishing.” She said

  “Don’t worry. I intend on finishing what I start.” His hands went up her skirt and stopped when he reached her hips.

  “I don’t wear them…,” she said while turning to face him.

  His hands continued around to her round bottom and his huge hands cupped it just hard enough to elicit a moan from her. He continued kissing her neck, easing down to her breast.

  His hands were now under her shirt, kneading her nipples like a baker kneading his dough. He started licking down her stomach and when he got to the waistband of her skirt, he unzipped and yanked it down in one motion. He dove between her legs like she was a pool. He licked her most sensitive flesh like an ice cream cone. Her hands reached for something, anything that she could hold onto. She closed her legs around his head.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I want to taste every inch of you,” he moaned.

  “I-I can’t stand.”

  “No need,” he said, while lifting one leg up onto his shoulder.

  “Wa-wait, I’m going to fall.”

  “I got you.”

  She moaned louder.

  “Yeah, baby. Give it to me,” he moaned back.

  “Oh, God!” She screamed while grasping his shirt. She was breathing like an African who had just won the marathon in the Olympics. He lowered her to the floor and kissed her hard.

  She started to unbutton his shirt. He reached around and unfastened her bra and slid the shirt from her shoulders. Her hands ran down his back, causing him to shudder.

  “Damn, you sure know how to touch a brotha,” he whispered.

  “I try.” She moaned into his ear. />
  “But tonight is all about you,” he said while holding her breasts.

  He leaned down and began sucking them while she continued to rub his back.

  “Damn I need more of you,” he said while lifting her onto the center island. He pushed the fruit bowl to the side and pushed her legs wide open.

  “Oh, my goodness, Matthew, what are you trying to do to me?” He gripped her hips harder and pulled her back to his mouth. His tongue worked harder and faster, then slower and soft.

  “C’mon and give it to me Cheryl, let me taste you again.”

  Her legs began to shake, her breaths were quick and her heart was racing.

  “Ummm, baby.” He groaned and pushed his fingers deeper inside of her.

  Her moans came out in a continuous undiscernible stream.

  “You like that don’t you?” he said as he stood directly in front of her

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Oh, but I am not finished with you yet.” Matthew took her hands and pulled her from the countertop. He lay down on the floor and said, “Sit down. I want you in control.”

  “I- I don’t think.”

  “It’s not about thinking. It’s about doing. Now, come here,” he said, while pulling her down onto his face. As soon as she was close enough, his tongue reached into her private space and began a whole new assault.

  “I like to watch you,” he whispered.

  “And I like the way you watch me,” she whispered back.

  “Um-hmm. That’s the way I like it,” he moaned. “You are a very sexy woman, Cheryl.”

  “And you are a very hungry man, Matthew,” she said as her senses heightened and she plunged into the erotic world yet again.

  She was weak and sweaty. Matthew pulled her up and carried her to the shower.

  “Let me bathe you…if you don’t mind,” he said while setting her down. He turned on the shower, angled the six shower heads and adjusted the water, he turned up the speakers so the jazz funneled through.

  “I insist that you join me,”

  He asked, “Shall I use apple and cinnamon or are you a flower type of girl?”

  “Well, since we started the night off with fruits, let’s stick with that, shall we?” she said

  He angled the shower heads so that they hit her back, her breasts and her pubic area.

  “Turn around for me,” he said, He slid the sponge between her legs and let it rest there for a minute. Before moving on, he let his fingers slide inside of her.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he whispered in her ear. His manhood slid between her legs. She rose to the balls of her feet to take him all in. His hands cupped her breasts and he kissed the back of her neck.

  “Umm. Mmmm.” He moaned as he pushed himself harder into her. “You feel so good, Cheryl.”

  “I’m going to cum,” he moaned into her ear. She pushed her ass harder into him and he pushed himself harder up into her. His hands came up and squeezed her nipples hard.

  He continued pushing himself into her harder and harder.

  “Ah, Matthew!”

  “Yeah, baby!”

  “Matthew!”

  His moans were strained as he grabbed her hair and pushed into her one last time. He kissed the back of her neck and ran his hands down her back.

  He was motionless for a few seconds before speaking.

  “Whew. I have never experienced that before,” he said while lathering the sponge and continuing what he initially started.

  “What?” She asked.

  “You make me want you all the time. When I think I am done your body makes me want you more. You are amazing,” he said while rubbing the sponge up and down her body

  “Me amazing? You got it all wrong,” she said while taking the sponge and motioning for him to turn around. “You were incredible. You have skills and are not afraid to use them for the good of woman-kind.

  “So, you are an ass woman?” He said jokingly as she slid the sponge up and down his round bottom.

  “Definitely. I like something I can hold on to, and yours is perfect.”

  “I’m glad you like,” he said.

  “As much as I would love to stand here and explore you more, I really must be getting home.”

  “Are you sure you can’t stay?” He asked while turning off the water.

  “Positive. However, I might just have to come back.”

  “I’ll keep the shower ready for you.”

  He stepped out and handed her a towel, “Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. ”

  Chapter 6

  “Matthew?” She said while walking into the kitchen where he stood with just a pair of jeans on. “Did you? I mean- When you…”

  “Cheryl? What’s wrong?”

  “I-I-. Did you…you know…?”

  “Did I what?” he asked as he set the knife on the counter.

  “You know…” she said while raising her eyebrows.

  “I’m not sure what you are talking about.”

  She turned her head slightly, clearly embarrassed to say the words.

  “If you mean, did I cum? Well yes I did.” He said with a smile.

  Her face frowned and she rolled her eyes.

  “What is that face about?”

  “We didn’t think. This could be trouble.” She said

  “Cheryl. It’s ok. I’m safe. I trust you. I have only slept with four women my entire forty-five years, two being my girlfriends in college and then my wife for ten years and only one other person, and have always used a condom, except with my wife. It happened so fast. I’m sorry,” he said while walking towards her.

  “Sorry? That’s all you can say. Sorry. What if I turn up pregnant? I’m too damn old for kids. Just because you say you’re safe, doesn’t mean that you are. Damnit I am so stupid!” She grabbed her shoes and headed for the door.

  “C’mon Cheryl. Wait. We had sex before…”

  “Yes and we always used a condom…”

  “Ok, we slipped up. It won’t happen again…don’t leave like this,” he said while walking behind her.

  He grabbed her arm and she gasped, flinched and yelled, “I’m sorry.”

  “What’s the matter?” He was stunned at her over-reaction. Her eyes were batting fast and she began to stutter

  “O…Ok…I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  “What the hell? Cheryl are you ok?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything…”

  “Wait, what is going on with you?” he asked as he noticed her eyes darting around the room and she began breathing heavily.

  “Nothing. I have to go.” She said as she walked quickly to the door.

  He reached for her and she let out another gasp. “What is wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “It’s something and you are not leaving her until you tell me.” he said as he put his hand on the door.

  She held her head down and held her hands. “Kevin–he used to…”

  “Crap, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I was just trying to stop you before…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said as he tried to hug her.

  “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she said as she stood just out of his reach. She turned quickly and bolted out of the door.

  “Cheryl! Wait!” He ran out with no shoes on and came up to the car as she was opening up the door. “Cheryl,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t leave like this, please.”

  “I have to go. I’ll call you.”

  “Promise me that you will as soon as you get home.”

  “Ok,” she said as she started the engine.

  “No, promise,” he said

  “I promise,”

  She got home and dialed Dee. She didn’t answer so she hung up but her phone rang immediately. She pulled her nightgown over her head and picked up the phone.

  “Dee?” she said

  “No, this is Matthew, and I thought you promise
d to call me when you got home.”

  “I just walked in the door.”

  “Look, we need to talk about what happened. I didn’t mean not to use a condom. It was just…”

  “Just what, Matthew? You know I am still in a custody battle with Kevin and he will use any and everything to convince the judge that I am an unfit mother.”

  “What does making love to me have to do with you being an unfit mother?”

  “What if I get pregnant? He will say I am sleeping with god only knows how many men and he will take her away from me. You don’t understand how hateful he is.” She broke down into tears.

  “Cheryl, I am sorry. Please don’t be upset. ”

  “Whatever.” She cut him off.

  “No, not whatever. You are a very sexy, desirable woman and I have wanted to be with you since you let me take you to dinner that night. God knows, it took all I had not to make love to you in the limo. Then when you let me make love to you, I knew I was in heaven. Like I said, I have had only four partners, so this is not something I take lightly. I have gotten myself tested, every five years just for GP. So if you think I sleep with any and all women, you are mistaken.” She heard the doorbell ringing.

  “Look, I have to go. Someone is at the door,” she said while walking down the steps.

  “Don’t let anyone in. It’s late, and you never know who that could be.”

  “I will call you later,” she said as she walked downstairs.

  “No need,” he said and hung up.

  She opened the door, “Wh…What are you doing here?”

  “I couldn’t let this night end like this,” he said while walking past her into the living room. “Plus, you didn’t finish your fruit.” He held up the bowl.

  She stepped aside as he walked in and sat on the leather sofa in her living room. She retrieved small plates from the kitchen and joined him on the sofa. She pulled a strawberry from the bowl as he popped a few grapes into his mouth. The discussion turned to his feelings for her.

  “Cheryl tonight was very special to me and I don’t know any other way to make you understand that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

  “Matthew, I know but I’m scared. I’m scared to let you in. I have only allowed one person to enter into this space.” She pointed to the middle of her chest. “And we both know how that has turned out.”