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  “It’s okay,” the voice said calmingly, and instantly I recognized the tone and my anxiety fled.

  It was Asanti.

  I strained my eyes to look around the room that was only lit by the moonlight streaming through the thick dark colored curtains and was surprised to see that the digital clock blared a bright red two minutes after three a.m. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep in the house and bed of an almost complete stranger.

  “Are you okay?” I heard his voice asking me, but my mind was focused on getting out of there and getting back to my real world, my real life. I was ashamed of my behavior and disgusted that I allowed myself to stoop so low. I was too old to behave so immaturely, so recklessly. And yet as I tried to sit up and leave again, thoughts of the previous day flowed through my head like water through the Nile and I couldn’t bring myself to move. “Are you okay?” He asked me again.

  “Yes,” I barely managed a whisper, “I’m just a little stunned.”

  “I know,” he said to me. That’s when I noticed how fully awake he sounded.

  “How long have you been up?” I asked.

  “I never went to sleep,” he stated. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, didn’t want to.” He was doing it again, being so devastatingly seductive. Even through the darkness I could feel his desire for me and my body was immediate to react. “I want to know every inch of you both inside and out,” he said as he began to massage my neck and shoulders.

  His hands were amazing.

  Asanti turned my naked body so that I was lying on my back. He swiftly removed the sheet and comforter from me. He easily propped himself up on his elbow next to me and began to slide his hand downward from the very top of my head.

  “I want to learn every contour of your body,” he said as his hand continued moving along me, all over me. When he reached my breasts, he massaged them, smoothly, almost lovingly until a cry of pleasure eased from my throat. “I want to know all of you,” he said as his exploration lingered on. “And I want you to get to know all of me. Everything about me.”

  My back involuntarily arched as he allowed one hand to tickle my belly while the other teased the tip of my sexy mound. Asanti reached out and grabbed one of my hands and directed it to his chest, then lower and lower until I was touching what had been thrilling me since the moment we met. “My name is Asanti Maximus Styles,” he said as he lowered my hand to the base of him, then let go of me. I began a sensual massage of my own.

  “I’m twenty nine years old and,” he told me as I gripped him firmly and raised my hand to the top of his manhood, “I love to have my Mandingo stroked.” He spread his legs, allowing me even more access to him to further drive his point home. I slowly allowed my fingers to ease lower. “My birthday is August 7, 1985 and,” he said as he trailed his digits deeper into my pulsating slit, “I live life on the sexual edge.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, pleased with his touch and stunned at his words.

  I eagerly spread my own legs when I felt Asanti’s finger take its rightful place in me. “I own seven event Halls throughout D.C and,” he said as I licked my hand and placed it back on his hardness, “the feel of my woman beneath me as I bring ecstasy to her is what I long for, what I crave.”

  “More,” I said as I lifted my hips trying to get more of him in me.

  “My catering company, Delectable Delights, provides the food for almost every major event held here in the city,” he said as he ceased touching me and began to slide his body lower. “I cater to the who’s who in this area and beyond,” he divulged as he slid lower still. “And they love to eat my cooking,” he went on as he adjusted his body until his face was between my thick, chocolatey thighs. “But not as much as I love to eat a zesty, tangy, juicy pussy,” he completed his speech then let his love licker out and began to gorge on me.

  “Oh shiiiii—” I almost screamed when I felt him tongue my hard and thumping nub.

  “Now,” he said as he licked me up and down, “I want you to tell me all about you,” he spoke before burying his face in my depths. “Starting with your name.” Had I heard him right? Was he really expecting me to talk to him when he was driving me insane? This dude was trippin’ and I was trippin’ right along with him. “What’s your name?” He asked me when I took too long to respond to his words.

  “Legaci Carmichael,” I immediately replied, my body shuddering at how splendidly he was eating me out.

  “How old are you, Legaci Carmichael?” He asked me that question through a series of cluster licks. His mouth on me right there for the second time was exquisitely delicious. I heard him ask me the question but I couldn’t speak, could do nothing but spread my legs wider and thrust my pink cookie deeper into his face. “How old are you, Legaci?” He asked me again as he applied more pressure to my sensitive spot.

  “Twenty-e…e…eight,” I replied breathlessly, my hips rolling of their own accord.

  “What do you do for a living?” I had no idea what to say and I thought long and hard for the right answer to give him. It would seem that something so simple would have been easy and come natural to me, but when in the throes of having my cake eaten I couldn’t think right, at least not right enough to give the correct answer. “What is your profession?” He reiterated demandingly.

  “Journalism,” I blurted out as my mind began to function again and he worked his mouth on me with all of the dynamism he could muster. “I’m a Journalist!”

  “Tell me more,” he commanded, but I couldn’t talk.

  Asanti licked me like he had been starving for nothing but me since the day he was born. He was moaning as though I was scrumptious and the more he verbally, yet incoherently expressed how appetizing he thought I was, the more I was caught up and unable to respond to him.

  “Gawd, you taste so good,” he exclaimed with a deep passion, then delved his face further into me. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he continued to feast on my juices and cherry. Soon things about me were no longer important as both he and I got lost in the lust between us.

  It was time.

  Asanti was quick to remove his mouth from me and even quicker to line his love tool up with my sex weapon. There was no wasting of moments as he filled me and all we both could do was close our eyes and give in to the overwhelming hunger that seemed to be eating us alive as he slid into me like a major leaguer would slide into home plate.

  Suddenly we were wild, like mating animals. I screamed, he grunted. He thrust, I opened to receive him fully. He lowered his face to mine and bit into my full bottom lip until we both could taste a little blood. I clawed at his back like a ferocious feline first trapping then tackling my prey.

  We were primal, bordering on archaic. Our actions were pure instinct. We wrestled wildly with one another, then passionately, then violently. I screamed again, he grunted again. I was reckless, he was greedy. I swore, he cussed. He brought out the beauty in me, I brought out the beast in him.

  We were motivated by a need, a desire, greater than either of us seemed to be. Asanti fed my body, giving it what it didn’t know it had been starving for. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, things that I didn’t verbalize. And yet he was there pleasing me beyond anything I had even imagined. I ravishingly took all that he was giving. There was no shame in my wantonness, no disgrace in his depravity.

  With no prior warning, my muscles locked and I was hit with a series of orgasms that knocked the wind from me. I felt as though I was paralyzed and Asanti held me tight, face to face, watching what he had done. I looked up at him wide eyed, shocked at what I was experiencing, yet still immobile. He looked down at me, taking great pride in the fact that his sexual prowess left me broken down and vulnerable to him. He was greatly aroused by this.

  I could see him forcing his eyes to stay open at the same time I felt him douse my core with what seemed to be gallons of his liquid heat. He was absolutely still. Had it not been for the feel of his essence pouring into me, I would never have known that he was in the midst of an a
tomic explosion.

  We stared at one another, our faces only inches apart as we came together. He gave, I took, and then we were done. It was five a.m. and the sun was preparing to make its heated debut.

  Chapter 4

  At six that evening I was astounded to find myself standing in the midst of Reigning Towers Hotel in the heart of the Sin City. My mind could barely fathom how Asanti had damn near yanked me out of bed that morning after we were well satiated, dressed himself, wrapped my coat around me again, strapped on my heels, and swiftly droved us to the airport. I was once more in a public place with this man and under the coat I was stark naked.

  Again!

  The flight seemed to be a blur except for when we snuck into the bathroom and mated like wild rabbits, quickly becoming very well satisfied members of the mile high club. It was only during that sexcapade that time seemed to stand still, but before I knew what was happening, things sped up again and I was in Las Vegas. Walking through the doors of a very swanky hotel room on the arm of a man that I had only known for a little less than thirty six hours. I had officially lost my mind.

  And I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good!

  One of the first things Asanti did after we settled into our room was order dinner. I was famished after a day packed with unexpected events and no food. When the attendant showed up at the door with the meal, I actually wanted to bite through the silver serving trays to get at whatever smelled so good under those expensive domes.

  In the dining room of our hotel suite where the food had been set up at the table, Asanti waited for me. As I neared him, he removed my coat from me and I was clad in only my heels. He eyed me hard then told me to have a seat before sitting down and devouring his meal.

  “What’s it like being a journalist?” He asked me that when he was finally done.

  I wasn’t expecting that question, but I gave him the best answer that I could. “It’s very rewarding.”

  “How so?” He asked me, quizzically.

  “Well,” I began after getting a sample of the most succulent steak in the world, “I go from city to city and sometimes country to country to get the best story. The traveling aspect of it is unsurpassed.”

  “Who do you write for?” He asked me between bites.

  “I’m freelance. I write for whoever demands me at the moment, but I do have a main base in my home town.”

  “Are you in high demand?”

  “I wouldn’t say high demand, but I am good at what I do. I’ve won my fair share of awards.”

  “Congratulations,” he offered. “How long have you been writing?”

  “Professionally, for a living, or period?”

  “Period.”

  “Since I could hold a pencil. I think the written word is one of the most beautiful things in the world and I do it as much and as often as possible.”

  “Sounds like you love your job.”

  “Yes, I do,” I replied emphatically, “there’s nothing else in the world that I would rather be doing.”

  “It’s a very rare thing to get paid for your passion.”

  “I know. Is cooking and catering what you love?” I asked him.

  “Yes. As you said there is nothing in this world I would rather be doing.” He paused for a moment, “Except you.”

  The look in his eyes said it all. I knew that he craved me like a pregnant woman craved weird foods. My body immediately picked up on his sexual vibe and it wasn’t long before I wanted him too. Asanti and I sat staring at one another, visually undressing each other even though I was already naked.

  “Why me? Why Vegas?” I asked him, desperate to figure out what it was about me that had him fixated.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said in a tone that told me volumes. “You’re sexually free, and you’re just what I need.”

  “How do you know I’m just what you need after only thirty six hours of knowing that I exist?” I asked him as I laid my fork on the plate before me and focused on his handsome face.

  Asanti chuckled, his look telling me that he thought the answer to that question was extremely obvious. “Rather than tell you, I’ll show you. Come on,” he stood and made his way toward the balcony with the breathtaking view.

  I was up and on his trail in a heartbeat, eagerly following him to whatever destination he had in mind. There was no thought in my actions, only movements propelled by a strong desire to be conquered by the man who had me mesmerized from moment one. Asanti slid the doors of the balcony open and stepped into the Vegas night air. He walked to the edge of the opening and looked over, it was beautiful.

  The skyline was lit up like a much larger version of Times Square. He turned to me and said nothing. His expression directed me into his arms. I stepped out of the room and up to him. I was naked, standing high above the Vegas Strip ready to share my everything with Asanti. He grabbed me, then held me, then kissed me until I began to feel dizzy and unbalanced.

  Feeling my knees go weak, Asanti grabbed me tighter and held on to me. He was so solid and strong. I felt as though I could lean on him forever and for anything. It was a few minutes before he finally let me go. Slowly, he began turning me toward the beautiful skyline again with my back to him. Then he spoke.

  “How many women do you know would meet a man and in a matter of hours of knowing him, trust him enough to follow him to the ends of the earth, or a few thousand miles away from home?” He asked me calmly as he held me from behind.

  I was stunned at his question and even more stunned at the answer that immediately flowed out of me. “None!” The shock of hearing myself reveal such craziness had me flabbergasted.

  “Exactly,” Asanti said as he wrapped his arms around me and began to glide his fingers over my nipples. “You trusted me from the very beginning.” He lowered his mouth to my neck and began to nuzzle on my delicate flesh. “Something deep in you told you that I wouldn’t harm you yesterday morning,” he continued as I began to melt like hot butter on an August afternoon. I reflected on his words, the previous day, the morning we met. “You trusted me enough to show up at my house later, not knowing if I was Hannibal Lecter or Jason Voorhees.”

  His words were beginning to scare me, but his touch was keeping me stock-still. I felt the dangerous excitement zapping me like a bolt of lightning. “You got into my car and allowed me to drive you to dinner when I could have been driving you God knows where, to do God knows what.”

  His words were sinking in deeper as he began to slide his fingers away from my belly and down my quickly scorching flesh. My mind was beginning to register what he was saying, how crazily I had behaved. But my body was registering something completely different. Lust! I was torn between my fear and my desire. My desire won. Slowly, languidly, I leaned my body back into him, completely ready to give into his every command no matter how deranged and precarious it may have been.

  “And now you’re here, in Vegas, thousands of miles away from home with me, a complete stranger and you don’t even know why I brought you here.” His words dug deep into me as he lowered his hands to my tasty treat and used his fingers to dig even deeper. I was pouring.

  “Only a soul mate could do something like that, someone who knows you on a level that touches deeper than the eye can see. Deeper than any words can ever get.” I was slipping away as he nibbled softly on my ear while whispering in it as I stared at the beautiful Las Vegas Strip. His fingers glided in and out of me. “Can you feel it, Legaci?” He asked, his strong voice having dropped a notch. “Can you feel the connection between us?” He breathed out deeply. “Can you now see why you’re just what I need?” He questioned, almost demanded as his nuzzling turned into little electrifying bites.

  Suddenly he turned me, spun me to face him. The movement was so fast that it left me dizzy and off balance. Asanti snaked out his arms and quickly grabbed me again, holding me tightly, harshly, almost as if he was trying to bind me to him forever. With the quickest movement he raised one of my legs and placed my foot on the b
alcony rail. His fingers immediately took their place back inside of me, going deeper now with the easier access.

  I allowed my head to fall back as I looked up at the sky, my world spinning out of control. The emotion in his eyes was so intense, so encompassing, my heart raced a mile a minute and it scared the hell out of me. I really believed I was in danger. But I was too much in lust to care.

  “It turns me on to know how much you trust me, how much you trust me to do what’s right by you. And in you,” he stated as he slid yet another finger into me.” My mind was gone. I was under his seductive spell and ready to serve any purpose he had in mind. “Most women have too many issues, too much baggage,” he said as he brought his face closer to mine. He smiled deviously before licking my full bottom lip. “They’re too afraid to explore their world, to just let go and be natural, wild, and free,” he whispered as he began to lower himself to his knees. I knew what was coming next and shook with anticipation. “But not you, Legaci. You’re free and wild and uninhibited, just as I am,” he said as he brought his face to my core.

  “Mmmm,” I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping me.

  Asanti went for the gold. He delved in me, in places that were desperate for his touch, places that yearned for the feel of him. He knew just how to please me, just how to taste me. I dug my fingers into his hair. Gripped it tightly. I allowed my head to fall back. I was spinning. Spinning. Out of control. All sanity was gone. I was his for the taking.

  “Marry me, Legaci,” he stated calmly as I teetered on the edge of depravity while he tongued my diamond licentiously.

  I shook hard. My toes curled. The tears rolled down my face. My sweet juices eagerly escaped me. Asanti never stopped lapping at my apex.

  “Yes, Asanti,” I whispered.

  The moan that followed was deep and beautiful.

  And so was Asanti’s smile.

  When I woke it was a little after nine in the morning the next day. The room smelled delicious. Breakfast. I was starving. When I opened my eyes I was a little stunned to be in a new place, but this time I knew exactly where I was and who I was with.