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“Hey.” Devin said, walking into the room.
Portia was sitting on an ottoman with a glass of wine in one hand and a picture of Foxx and Devin at a Falcon’s game in the other. There were pictures of Foxx all over with an array of people. He seemed to know everyone.
“Hey, yourself.” Portia responded, placing the picture back on the end table.
“You ready?” Devin asked.
“I’m ready if you are. I’m with you, handsome. What happens now or am I not supposed to ask?” Portia asked.
“Well, you definitely won’t have to worry about that gentleman, we’re sending him home with a warning. I don’t think he’ll be a problem.”
“I feel very safe with you, Devin. I know that I should be more afraid and probably hysterical, but with you, it’s just the opposite. I’m calm like the eye of a storm.”
“Okay, let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to the hotel. Actually, I’ll take you there to get your things, but you’re staying at my place tonight,” Devin said.
“That’s fine with me. Like I said before, I feel totally at ease with you. Ummm, Devin?” Portia spoke.
“There’s something that I’ve wanted to know since I met you on the plane.” Portia said shyly.
“What’s that, gorgeous? You can ask me anything.” Devin assured her, as he began closing the distance between them.
“Well, um, it’s just that your lips look so soft and you do this little thing where you lick your bottom lip and it drives me crazy. Are you a good kisser?” She purred before taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly.
Devin could see she was nervous, She was fidgeting with a napkin she had picked up and was subconsciously tearing it into pieces, dropping bits onto the floor at her feet. He could also see her arousal. Her nipples were peeking at him through her shirt and her pupils had dilated. He didn’t bother to respond her question. Devin grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him. He gently wiped a loose strand of hair from her face. He was intoxicated by her scent. He could stay in that moment, in that space for eternity inhaling her. The sweet smell of the spearmint and the wine she had been drinking lingered on her lips as she slowly parted them in anticipation of their lips meeting.
Devin couldn’t wait another moment. He looked into her eyes for approval but couldn’t wait another second for it; he was fighting a losing battle. Finally, he leaned in and kissed her with an urgency that he had never felt before. He slipped his tongue in between her lips and savored the taste of her as their tongues intertwined. Portia let out a deep moan as she immersed herself in his kiss, placing both of her arms around him, stroking his muscular back. She pushed her body closer to him and could feel his growing erection against her stomach.
This kiss, their first kiss, was beginning to consume them both. Devin grabbed her by her butt and lifted her up onto his throbbing manhood. Portia responded by wrapping her legs around him as she began grinding her hips against him, urging him on. Suddenly, Devin broke the kiss and their locked bodies.
“Damn! Come on, let’s get out of here before I take you to the Promised Land.” He said, regaining his composure. Devin was really feeling her, but he was in no way, shape, form or fashion Tender D.
“How do you know it won’t be me taking your sexy ass there myself?” Portia replied with a wickedly sexy grin on her face.
Portia grabbed her purse and sauntered to the door, making sure Devin took notice of her every curve. She knew what she was doing, and she would slowly but surely seduce this man and get exactly what she wanted from him. Devin opened the door for her, trying to calm himself and the fire that was burning through him. They both headed out to the car. As Devin was opening the door for her to get in, Portia walked up behind and grabbed his butt.
“Damn, just like I thought, firm and round.” She teased.
Devin let out a chuckle and stepped to the side so she could get in the car. He had to get himself together. She was a distraction he could not afford right now. He closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver’s side. Devin looked back at the house and ran down a mental checklist that he kept to ensure he took care of everything before they left. Once he was satisfied that everything was okay and done, he climbed into the car and started the engine. The Maserati roared to life and he pulled off.
Author Rhys Flint is from Atlanta Georgia, Lives in northern California. An avid reader, Rhys enjoys sports, Mixed martial arts, music and networking. CEO at RHYSWORLD PUBLISHING who’s mission is to bring the hottest novels from all genres. Other books under the RhysWorld Publishing umbrella ; “Jugg Men”, coming in January also by Rhys Flint, and “Young Gunz” by new author Wolfgang Gill.