THIRTY-FIVE
I never expected Iree to show up at Kross’s place and see us together. I’d planned to discuss it with her before that happened. The repulsed look in her eyes turned me prickly with guilt. I’ve hurt her heart by falling for the man she loves.
At the sound of someone knocking, I push from the armchair and check my ring camera. My pulse spikes when I see Kross on the screen, his jacket dotted with raindrops. After a deep breath, I open the door.
“There’s no more hiding us,” he says seriously. “Invite me in, or send me away.” The intense look on his face lets me know he isn’t moving until I give him an answer.
I know what he’s asking when he says to invite him into my apartment. It’s also what my body is ready for. The yearning is far too great, so I back up and say, “Come inside.”
With a relieved breath, Kross enters, locks my door, removes his jacket and sneakers, and fills the gap between us. “I want you, Davi.”
“I want you too, Kross.”
He captures my mouth with a satiating kiss, running his hands all over me like he’s been starving.
I lead him into my bedroom and ease away to turn on the lamp. Kross watches me remove my pants and blouse, biting his lip while admiring my figure. “A fucking goddess.”
My hunger for him escalates as he hauls the hoodie over his head to reveal his fit torso. He removes his jeans with his boxers, and I shudder at his lengthy dick. I’d felt it a few times, but to see the dangerous weapon makes me almost squirt all over the carpet.
Kicking aside his clothes, he strokes his thick shaft while looking at me. “Yeah?”
“Ye-yes,” I stammer, quivering as he charges for me, kissing me sensually while flattening me on my bed. Reaching under my back, he unfastens my bra to free my breasts, then breaks our kissing to suck on my sensitive nipples.
I glitch at the immense pleasure coursing through my needy body, turning my pussy slippery from his sizable dick rubbing against me.
Kross fondles me through the fabric before kissing a trail down my stomach. He yanks off my panties, spreads me wide, and buries his face in my wetness.
“Ohh!”
“This cookie is so good,” he rumbles and laps. “Moist. Sweet. Perfect.”
“Yeah…” The pressure soars, and I dig my fingers into his muscular back while falling apart. “Fuck!”
He laps up my juices some more and crawls back over me for a ravenous kiss, letting me taste myself.
“Say the word again, baby,” he growls. “Let me know you’re sure.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready to feel you inside me.”
Kross inches his thickness into my leaking passage with a rough grunt. Reaching the hilt, he grinds in my accommodating channel while devouring my mouth, and I lose myself to the otherworldly pleasure. It blows my mind just how incredible his dick feels. It’s like he belongs in me.
“This is my pussy,” he declares. “You’re gripping me ‘cause you know.”
I wrap my legs around his lower back, wanting him to stay in me forever. The emotions circulating are like a sweet venom. I’m now addicted.
“Uhh…” I whimper and clench my teeth as the stream of ecstasy flows to my middle. “Kross!”
“Yeah, baby. Come all over my dick.” He watches me shatter with absolute delight on his face. Once the waves simmer, he proceeds to kiss me again, grinding even harder.
His muscles tense under my fingers as his body starts to quiver, and his grunts turn brutal as he shoots his warm cum inside me.
We make out savagely while he continues to thrust. Soon, I start to have another orgasm. Kross fucks me through it, and I realize my body is in for a long night.
My eyes flutter open to sunrays brightening the bedroom. I feel exuberant. Rejuvenated. I enjoyed every second with Kross last night.
His gentle kiss on my shoulder makes me turn to look at him. “Good morning.”
“Bonjour, ma belle.”
“Ooh,” I purr. “Hearing you speak French to me will never not sound sexy.”
He smiles. “You good?”
“Yeah. I have to get to work, though.” I sit up with the comforter over my breasts.
That cracks him up. “Why are you hiding, shorty? Like I haven’t seen everything.” He gives me a quick peck, straightens from the bed, and picks up his clothes from the carpet, setting them on the chair. I lust at his fit physique and impressive length before he puts on his boxers. “I’ll make your breakfast while you shower.”
“You don’t have to do—”
“Hey,” he hushes me, hauling on his jeans. “Let me take care of you. What would you like to eat?”
I relax and allow him to cater to me. “Avocado toast, apple, and coffee for the road. A little bit of the almond creamer. It’s sweet, so there’s no need for sugar.”
“I got you.” He smiles at me. “Everything will be ready by the time you finish dressing for work.”
“Thank you.”
He winks, grabs his hoodie, and walks into the living area. With a happy breath, I jump out of bed and enter the bathroom for a warm shower. Finishing, I moisturize my body, slip into an asymmetric black top over straight-leg blue jeans, brush my curls into a high puff, and apply makeup and perfume.
As I step into the living area, I see Kross placing the plate on the kitchen island. “Your breakfast, baby.”
“Thank you. That’s sweet of you.” I beam at him while sitting on a stool. Aside from my grandpa, no other man has ever cooked for me.
Kross fills my tumbler with coffee as I eat. “I won’t be at the club tonight. How about I take you out?”
“Sure.” Delight dances in me until reality kicks in, reminding me of Jamir. “Um...”
He leans against the counter, watching me intensely. “What’s up?”
“I need to have a better talk with Jamir; explain what happened to us.”
“Do what you need to do. I know you have a history and hate hurting him, but that life isn’t serving you anymore.” He comes around the island to kiss my cheek. “Come to me entirely and allow yourself joy. You’ll never feel unappreciated.”
“Thank you.” I caress his jaw affectionately.
“Text me when you’re home from work. I’ll pick you up.” He gives me another kiss, this time on my lips, grabs his jacket, and leaves the apartment.
Arriving at the office, I place my things on the desk and veer down the passage toward the jewelry and merchandise department. Iree’s the first one here, arranging pieces for the Inner Harbor store.
“Hey,” I mutter to draw her attention.
She twists with a straight face that I’m not used to.
I enter the room, flicking my nails. “Um, I know you’re disappointed in me for being with Kross. But… I want you to know I never sought out falling for him. We connected on a deep level that I’ve—”
“Spare me, Davia,” she hisses. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit reason for stealing the man I’ve loved for years.” She turns her back, resuming what she’s doing.
As I’m about to make another attempt, the head of merchandise enters with her assistant. I take my leave and return to my work area.
Maybe in time, Iree will understand, and we can be friends again.
I return to my office and retrieve my phone to text Jamir.
Me: Can we talk?
As time passes, with my message remaining on read, I realize it’s probably for the best. No explanation will end Jamir’s hurt. The truth is out. I’ll continue to trust my heart and move forward.