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I dare you to pick a man in here and have a one-night stand.”
For once in a long time, she placed her inhibitions in an imaginary box and locked it. She’d worry about finding the key to retrieve them when morning came.
“May I speak with you for a moment?” “Am I in trouble?” He asked, leaning back to look into her upturned brown eyes.
“Not at all. I want you to consent to everything that goes down tonight if I agree. With the way you’re standing there eye-fucking me, I’ma need you to be fully coherent if I slide my dick up in you.”
“We exchange names, and then you tell me the quickest way you want me to make you cum right now.”
“Your fine ass mind telling me how I got so lucky tonight?” She smiled. “Right place, right time.” “Yet, you’re standing over there like you don’t know what you came here for.”
“Eyes open and on me. I need you to take this dick down your throat ’til your voice is raspy.”
“Best dare ever,” she expressed and walked out of the suite.
“I had a one-night stand, and I’m sad,” Sovanna said, flopping down on the couch. “You’re so dramatic. Why are you sad? It was bad?” “No, and that’s why I’m sad. It was so freaking good. I miss that dick already.”
Dick got me thinking about the impossible. I’ll never see him again. She thought.
“What kind of cake is it?” He asked. Sovanna’s eyes swung to the cake table, where everyone began to gather around before landing back on him. His question seemed warranted, but in this moment of all things to ask, that was it? She answered anyway. “Strawberry and white.” “Damn. That’s too bad. I’m more of a chocolate fan. You know, the super moist kind that melts in your mouth.”
“Because getting to know you is on my agenda, and I’m a man who believes in handling business in a timely manner.”
Zahir wanted Sovanna and he was making that clear. If she needed him to spell it out, he would… right against the lips of her pussy if she let him.
“I’d like to think we had a deeper connection than you’re ready to admit, and I’d love to take you out.” Zahir saw her body tense at his suggestion. Placing a hand on the small of her back that was on display due to her cropped shirt, he meshed their frames. “Zahir,” Sovanna said softly, praying no eyes were on them. “And then you go and say my name like that,” he chuckled sexily.
“It’s coo’ baby doll. You don’t want me to take you out. I can accept that for now. How about we come to a compromise of sorts? You tell me something you want, and I get to feel you cream all over my dick again. That is necessary like a mothafucka,” he said with a grit in his tone, gently squeezing her waist.
“Girl, fuck Josh with his flat head, too-tight suit-wearing ass. And you mean to tell me it’s too soon to go on a date, but you let that man nut in your ass?” Leerah questioned, catching a few side eyes from her nosey coworkers. “What y’all in my mouth for?” She sassed, snaking her neck. Sovanna choked on a laugh. “I’m not telling you anything else. That was a one-time thing, especially with him.”
“I had one, but we’re over,” she explained. “Baby doll, y’all were over the second you asked if you could speak to me. Glad I don’t have to take you from someone, though.” “You’d do that?” Sovanna asked, finding his jealousy cute. “In a heartbeat.” Sovanna shook her head and went to comment but jumped at the sound of Zola’s voice.
“What else, baby doll?” Zahir repeated, gaining her focus. “Prove to me that whatever territory we’re about to enter won’t be in vain,” Sovanna said.
“Okay. We can cross that bridge when the time comes. For now, I’ll put your number in my phone and we’ll go from there.” Zahir shook his head no. “Nah.” “Why? You changed your mind?” He chuckled. “Not at all, but you have to compromise like I asked. You’re stubborn, and as much as I’d love to bend you over and fuck some acquiescence into you, I’m leaving the ball in your court.” Lust filled her eyes. “You’d fuck me in broad daylight in your mom’s driveway?” “Beat that shit down, baby doll. Don’t test me. Give me a kiss.”
There was nothing sexier than a man who loved a woman for exactly who she was, not what he wanted her to be. Zahir was talking that shit she liked to hear. Speaking words that slowly erased the thought of her ex completely. What was his name again? It didn’t even matter anymore. He was a distant memory.
“That’s the passcode to unlock my phone. My jeweler's name is saved under Naaz. Call and let him know your ring size. Ice your ears and wrists out, too.”
“Maybe it was best we kept whatever this was in Houston. I can see now that pursuing something more was a mistake.” “That’s bullshit, and you know it,” Zahir said, voice even. He was upset at himself and her for trying to pull this shit, but he’d never raise his voice at her. “It’s not. Fucking you was just a dare, anyway. None of it was real. I was in the moment just having some fun,” she said quickly, unbelievingly, avoiding eye contact. “Do you truly believe that I ate your soul from your body as a game? Taking eight inches of my dick down your throat was a joke to you?”
“We’re good now. But just so we’re clear… I will break a niggas jaw behind you, so don’t ever play them get back games with me.”
