Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
A sudden sense of peace came over him, despite his heart pounding, his pulse racing and his cock hardening even more as she clenched tightly around him.
Was that an orgasm?
He opened his eyes and saw her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping as her breath rushed in and out.
Her pace didn’t falter for one second.
No, she hadn’t climaxed yet.
Not yet. Soon…
“Nox!” burst from between her lips and she crashed onto his lap. For a second, he worried that the chair would be unable to handle their combined weight. But in the next second, he didn’t give a shit.
Because he was too busy watching her orgasm.
He got swept up along with her.
She was gorgeous.
Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
She didn’t come close to the beauty he’d seen in his lifetime. The fiery sunsets. Soaring mountains. Crystal clear lakes. Turquoise seas.
She blew them all away.
None compared to Liyah.
As soon as her climax tapered off and the pulsing of her pussy waned, she lifted her head and opened her eyes to lock them with his.
She began to move again, lifting and lowering. Keeping her weight off him and the chair as she worked to bring him to orgasm, too.
Grabbing his face, she made sure he couldn’t look away as she rode his cock until he was at his very limit.
And when he was, her mouth crashed into his, his hips shot off the chair and he slammed up into her. His balls tightened and he came with an intensity that he swore made his soul leave his body for a few seconds.
When it returned, he slowly lowered his ass back to the chair, taking her with him. His cock continued to twitch, and his heart kept trying to break free from his chest.
“Liyah…” came out on a pant. He pressed his damp forehead to hers, using that time to collect himself.
Until time slowed and his focus returned.
Until he came back to the reality that they just had sex on a metal chair in a closet in a community center.
In a community where he normally worked.
Where he was damn sure, she also did real estate transactions.
He could see the headlines now…
Local cop caught boinking the area’s top real estate broker at the Shadow Valley Community Center.
News at five.
For a few seconds, she lazily combed her long nails through his damp hair. And, damn, did that feel good.
He tightened his arm around her waist to keep her there for a little longer. But as soon as she began plucking at her own hair, he realized it had not fallen back into place like he thought it would after he fisted it.
Proving he knew nothing about Black women’s hair.
He should take the time to learn because he didn’t want to fuck up. Especially if they ended up having sex again. “Sorry about messing up your hair.”
A soft, satisfied smile crossed her face. “It was worth it.”
Liyah had no idea what her hair looked like after he grabbed a handful of it in the heat of passion. But no matter what, it was fixable, and she hadn’t been lying… It had been worth it.
Especially since there was an obvious change with Nox. He seemed to be more into it tonight than on Friday when he was trying to break down some barriers.
Tonight was proof those barriers have started to crumble.
And that was a good thing.
Her hair would survive.
Anyway, she really didn’t want to tell him not to do what came naturally for him because she didn’t want to discourage him in any manner. He was taking the necessary steps forward. She didn’t want to be the reason for him retreating to where he’d been previously.
He gave her hips a squeeze. “I need to pull out before there needs to be a cleanup on aisle five.”
Oh, yes. This man was making progress, for sure. Was it all because of her? Liyah doubted it but she hoped she at least had a hand in it.
Helping people came naturally for her. Making the people around her happy— whether she helped them buy their dream home or helped free them of crippling grief—made her happy. It also gave her a sense of worth.
Some people fed off others’ misery. She was not one of them.
With one exception. She hoped Jason stepped on Legos with bare feet every night for the rest of his miserable life.
Once she gave Nox a nod, he secured the condom as she stood, breaking their connection and stepping back.
She really needed to clean up. So did he. As a mother, she was in the habit of carrying tissues and hand-wipes. But as she turned to grab her purse, she heard, “Liyah… Is that a wig?”
Her head jerked back, and she glanced over her shoulder. “I’m sorry?”
Did he just ask her if she was wearing a wig?
“I…” He winced. “Shit… No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I hope that question didn’t offend you, but I’m pretty ignorant when it comes to Black women’s hair. I assumed most wore a weave or a wig. Or…” He grimaced, most likely from her expression. “How about I just shut the fuck up now?”