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I’d better make sure everything is in place.
There’s so much I want to know about Peaches. What’s her favorite color? What’s her family like . . . has she had any serious relationships? Hell, what are her moon and rising signs? I know she’s a Leo, but that’s it. She thought back to Peaches’ rather raucous party last year, and how much fun it had been. She grabbed her phone and sent Peaches a quick text, asking the time and location of her birth so she could get a more comprehensive astrological view of her.
jamie’s wanting to know more about peaches is so cute😍
Oh, she’s an Aries moon with a Cancer rising? Well, that explains why she couldn’t back down from my challenge.
Spencer Hart,
peaches accountant
Peaches watched in amazement as Olivia glided across the stage, much like the butterfly described in the lyrics of the song. She’d been watching Olivia dance ever since she’d first begun at the age of four, and to see her growth from where she’d begun to
where she was now was truly a proud moment for Peaches as an aunt.
Children have a very funny and inconvenient way of reminding you of things you forgot you said. “I know, Ella. But I think this is a little different.”
Time to kick down some doors for the little Black girls coming behind us.”
Disconnecting the call, she sat there in the parking lot, clutching her phone in her hand as she let out a teenage-girl squeal. Then, taking a deep breath to compose herself, she set her phone in the cup holder, started the engine, and drove herself home.
She’s so fine, she makes my eyes hurt.
Whatever perfume she wears has got my hormones doing flips. I can barely think straight. She tried to train her mind to focus more on the menu and less on how long it had been since she’d enjoyed the soft curves of a woman’s body.
If I can’t handle sitting across from her at a table in a restaurant, how the hell am I going to handle riding in a car with her?
“The only thing I’m drunk on right now is you.” The words flew out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Peaches’ expression changed then, her brown eyes taking on a dark, sexy gleam. “Shawty, if you keep tempting me like this, there will be trouble.” “Sometimes I like trouble,” she teased. “What kind are you offering?” Peaches reached out and dragged the tip of her index finger along Jamie’s jawline at an achingly slow pace as she spoke. “The kind where you can’t get out of bed . . . the kind where your legs are too weak to carry you . . . the kind that will make you beg . . .”
“So you haven’t been in any relationship you consider serious since college?”
Jamie hadn’t been in a serious relationship since she was in college
I just threw myself into work.” I guess I can’t blame her for taking some time away from the dating life so she could protect her heart.
“Staying true to the way she raised you is a great way to honor her memory.”
She really just gonna keep doing stuff for me, I see. It’s not as if she needs to sweeten the pot.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone confident enough to let me do my own thing without feeling they need to be involved every second.
She’s right. She did warn me last night . . . and ever since then, I’ve been doing my best to avoid thinking about all the ways she can make me scream.
“Baby, I want you close to me. And I fully expect things to get very, very disrespectful between us tonight.”
I’ve had enthusiastic partners before, but never one who was so comfortable expressing exactly what she wants. I can get into this.
“Listen. I’ve only known you were interested in me for a week. Seven days. And while you made it clear you want me sexually, that’s the only thing you’ve made clear.”
We both need some time to think. I’m just gonna leave, and hope she’ll let me back in later.
I may have screwed up royally just now. But something just felt off to me. We’ve been enjoying each other’s company, but it’s been very surface level. Are we moving too fast?
If a total stranger can tell I care about Jamie, can’t she see it too? Isn’t it obvious to her that I think she deserves more than a one-night stand, or a weekend fuck buddy?
Damn. We haven’t had dinner yet, and it’s almost seven. If I’m hungry, she’s probably hungry too. Raising her hand, she flagged down the bartender.
Jamie gently but firmly grasped Peaches’ face, turned it slightly, and placed a soft, fleeting kiss on her lips. “Thank you. This is really, really sweet.”
“The sex was great, but I think the real reason I stayed was because I kept hoping she would change, that she would open up. The day we broke up, we were at a restaurant. I confronted her, telling her that I loved her and that I craved deep connection with her. And do you know what she did? She laughed.”
looked straight ahead. “I’ve come to appreciate that experience over time, because it taught
Damn. I feel a little called out, even though I haven’t hooked up with anyone over the last several weeks.
I led with seduction, but maybe my approach is a little too intense. I’ve really got her thinking that’s all I want from her.
“I want you to know that I heard and understood everything you said. And I would be honored if you’d give me the chance to be the girl on your arm.” She pressed her index finger against Peaches’ lower lip.
while my hormones are raging for you, I now know how caring and considerate you are. Honestly, that just makes it even better.”
No matter how casually she dresses, she’s still a knockout.
insisted. It definitely falls squarely in the comfort-food category . . . no way could I eat like this every day.
their bodies collided, and Peaches grasped Jamie’s hips, turning her so she could press her back against the bare wall between the closet and the bathroom door. Peaches placed soft kisses along her forehead, over her closed eyes, and along her jawline until her lips came to rest at the nexus of Jamie’s cleavage, just above the neckline of her top. When Peaches darted her tongue over the sensitive skin between her breasts, Jamie purred like a contented cat. Peaches remained there for a few moments, licking, kissing, teasing, until she saw Jamie’s knees begin to tremble. Placing a steadying hand
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Peaches licked her lips. “Good girl.” Jamie sucked in a breath. Holy shit, praise kink activated.
“Did you bring a strap?” Peaches shook her head. “Two reasons. A, I don’t need it.” She kissed her forehead. “B, you’re gonna pick the dick when it’s time for me to give it to you.” She kissed her lips.
And if we hadn’t needed to get on the road so that I could fulfill my promise to Dad this afternoon, I would be making love to her again right now.
The real difference is the vibe inside the house . . . it just hasn’t been the same since Mama passed.
Making love to her the first time was amazing. But being able to give her the full experience, while we were both lifted . . . perfection.
I was skeptical from the beginning. I don’t know why she’d give me confirmation of all the doubts I had from the start.
Why would she call me with that mess, when she knows I’m at work? How am I supposed to
focus on what I’m doing and babysit her ego at the same time?
This thing is so new, but holy fuck is it intense. I don’t know if I like how serious she’s making it . . . I mean, we’re just getting started. Why is she already looking for problems?
praise.” Barb straightened, giving Jamie room to do a thorough wipe-down. “Five years has gone by so
broadening. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate that little ego boost.” “Enough to put off school for a bit and stay through the summer?”
pedicure, and I need ALL the details on your weekend.” She placed her hands, with fingertips spread, on the table. “Let’s start with why you ain’t tell me you and Peaches were going away together?”
I know I should be handling this better. But I’m tired of always being passed over for something or someone more important.
Ugh, I hate these chairs. It’s like sitting on the toilet with the seat up.
