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  “Did you now?” Candace says, turning in my arms. I feel her hands go to my waist. I stand now, holding onto Ari with one hand. Candace stands, too, and I swear I see her nipples through that white bikini top that I’m going to fucking burn tonight. Her hands don’t leave my waist. “I missed you, too,” she whispers, and I swear if it were up to my cock, he would be joining this party. “I kept thinking . . .” She stands right in front of me now, pressing herself into me. “About tonight.”

  “Did you?” I ask, one hand holding onto Ari while the other grabs her ass, squeezing it. “Rule number five,” I say, leaning down close to her ear. “You are to never wear this out of the bedroom.” I nip her earlobe. “Or I’m going to make this ass sting.”

  Chapter 27

  Candace

  “Where the hell is my phone?” I search and walk toward where the ringing is coming from. “I’m coming,” I say to the person who has called me twice in a row now, yet I still haven’t found it. I toss the clothes that are all over my bed and finally find it right when it stops ringing.

  Looking down, I see I missed a call from Layla, so I call her back right away, and she answers on the first ring. “Well, well, well,” she sings. “Look who is alive.”

  I laugh at her. “What are you talking about?” I fold the clothes on my bed now.

  “I haven’t heard from you in forever.” I roll my eyes at the exaggeration.

  “I spoke to you two days ago,” I remind her.

  “You spoke to me six days ago when you had shit all over you and a screaming child,” she reminds me, and I stop folding midway.

  “No,” I say, thinking back. “I’m sure that was two days ago.”

  “Do you even know what day it is?” She laughs.

  I start to count the days in my head. “It’s Friday.” My hand falls in my lap. “Shit, sorry it’s been a crazy week.”

  “You don’t say.” I hear the tapping of a pen.

  “Yeah, we finally got the babysitter down.” I smile when I think about how amazing Bernadette is. I’m not going to lie; I was on the fence even though I know she came highly recommended, and she was amazing with Ari. She took care of her, but I was so scared that Ari wouldn’t feel comfortable, but thirty minutes in, I knew she was the best thing for her. She had a way to hold her when she got whiny, and she made her smile all the time, and she sang to her all the time. I’m not even going to deny that I put a baby cam into the house so I can watch her.

  “We?” She chuckles. “So we are a we now?”

  “I mean, we are spending time together,” I start to say, and she groans. “Okay, fine, I like him.”

  “What are we, in middle school?” Layla says. “Did you bang him yet?”

  “No,” I answer, shocked, and it’s her who gasps out.

  “You’ve been with him for two weeks now,” she says.

  “I have not been with him for that long,” I say, thinking. “I mean, we’ve been—”

  “Listen, it’s been longer than a week.” She points out, making me think about how long it’s actually been. “Regardless, have you done anything?”

  “I mean we’ve made out,” I say, and I smile. We’ve spent night after night making out on my couch or his couch. Actually, yesterday he spent the night after we fell asleep on the couch and only woke at five a.m. when Ari cried. At that point, it was silly for him to leave.

  “Oh my God, you are in middle school.” I can see her now with a disgusted face on her. “You need to get in there and ride the D.”

  “Oh my God, why are we even having this conversation?” I ask, and I don’t wait for her to answer. “Is that what you were calling for?”

  “Well, it was for that and also to pick a date to go shopping for the gala.” I close my eyes, inwardly swearing to myself. How could I have forgotten about the gala next week? It’s a gala that brings in money for kids to get lunch at school. Something that I didn’t even think about until Manning joined forces with it.

  “I think Zara sent me a couple of choices,” I say. “I can send you the pictures, and you can choose.”

  “That would be even better,” she says. “Are you bringing a plus one now that you are a we?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer her, and then I hear the doorbell. “I wonder if he even wants to go.”

  “Well, either way, I’ll be your wingman,” she says, and the doorbell rings again.

  “You mean, I’ll be your wingman until you get your prey and then leave.” I laugh and open the door and stand here open-mouthed. “Um, can I call you back?” I don’t even wait for her to answer before my hand comes down. “What are you doing here?” I ask Ralph as he stands there dressed in jeans and a white polo, holding a bouquet of pink peonies in his hand.

  “I’m here to take you out on a date.” He smiles at me, walking in and stopping in front of me. My hand is still holding on to the door as he bends and kisses my lips. “Hi,” he whispers, and I wait for his kiss. His kiss that I always think I’m going to be used to, yet makes me giddy every single time. It could be him simply pecking my neck or kissing my forehead, but I could spend days and days lost in his touch.

  “Hi,” I whisper back to him as he snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me close to him, and I immediately go to my tippy toes. “I thought,” I start to say, and I have to stop when his lips fall on mine. His tongue enters my mouth, and I suddenly want to get him naked. He closes the door behind him.

  “These are for you.” He hands me the flowers. I grab them and bring them to my nose. “Thank you. Where is Ari?”

  “She’s with Bernadette,” he says. “I wanted to take you on a date.” I smile now at him as he stands there with his hands in his back pockets. “Fuck, I didn’t think I would be nervous.”

  “What are you nervous about, silly?” I kiss his jaw. “It’s me.” I turn and walk into the house with him following me.

  “What are you wearing?” he asks, and I look back at him, confused.

  “Jeans.” I stop walking when I see his eyes roam up and down.

  “But why are they so tight?” he asks, coming close to me and putting his hands on my hips. “Did you go out wearing this today?”

  “I went to Target,” I say. “And the post office.”

  “Wearing these?” His voice goes low as he looks at my ass.

  “It’s jeans.” My voice comes out soft, and I don’t move as he moves his hand down and cups my ass. We’ve been really good with our hands, and both of us have not gone further than groping each other’s ass. I am not going to lie; a couple of times, I want to feel his cock through his pants, but I refrained myself.

  “It’s jeans that leave little to the imagination,” he says, and I turn around now.

  “I can take them off if you want.” I watch his eyes turn a light blue to a crystl blue, and his mouth opens and then closes. I put the flowers on the counter, and in one motion, I take my shirt off, leaving me in just my white lace push-up demi bra, making my b cup boobs look like full C cups.

  “Candace.” He doesn’t just say my name; he growls it out.

  “What would you do,” I say when I unbuckle the button to my jeans. “If I said.” I pull the zipper down, and I can see his fingertips on his hips turning white. “I didn’t want to go out.” I shimmy the jeans over my hips, pushing them down. “And I just wanted to.” I step out of my jeans, and I stand here in the matching lace thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. “To stay here with you tonight.” I walk to him and it takes all the courage in the world. “On the couch.” I pick up his shirt and feel his skin under it, I get up on my tippy toes and I see his restraint tethering on going over the cliff. “Or even in my bed,” I say right before I kiss under his jaw softly.

  “Candace,” he says my name through clenched teeth. “I’m trying really hard right now to be good.” His hands still grip his hips as I move my hands up on his chest. My fingers tracing each defined muscle that he has. “Respectful,” he says out in almost a whisper and m
y body tingles.

  “I want you to pick me up and carry me over to whatever surface you want and I want you to have your way with me.” I picture all the ways I want him to touch me, my hand slides off his chest and I finally get the courage to feel his dick through his pants. I palm him through his pants, and I swear he stops breathing. “I want you to.”

  I don’t finish because he, picks me up by my waist, and my ass hits the cold counter, putting my whole body on high alert. “You know what I want to do?” he asks, and I open my legs for him to stand in the middle of them and I’m hoping to God he touches me soon, or I’m going to look like a hussy while I finish myself off. “I want to rip your bra off.” His hands cup up and push down the bra under my tits. “And I want to bite.” He leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, and my head falls back. “This nipple,” he says of the nipple that he is now biting down, and my hips thrust up as he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I groan out and I swear I can come just from him playing with my nipples. “After that I want to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal.” I watch him bend down and push the lace to the side, and he doesn’t mess around. His tongue comes out, and he licks me up. My hands lean back, and I hold the counter or I’m going to fall back.

  “I want you to watch me make you come.” He looks up before he buries his face between my legs. He’s tongue fucking me while his thumb plays with my clit. I want to spread my legs as wide as they can go. “Heaven,” he says between lapping me and sucking my clit into his mouth. My arms feel like jelly as they tremble. He leaves my pussy and stands up, his mouth landing on mine as I taste myself on him. He wraps his arm around my waist, and I feel his other hand rub up and down. I stop kissing him when the moan rips through me. “Wet,” he says right before his two fingers slide into me. My ass flies off the counter, and he grabs me, holding it in place as he finger fucks me with his face buried into my neck. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he says and just breathes on my neck. I wrap one hand around his neck and open my mouth to moan, and he devours my mouth, his hand moving in and out so fast. I’m getting so wet I can feel it running down my thighs. “All fucking night,” he says. “I’m going to make you call out my name.” I can feel myself about to come.

  “I’m so close,” I say, biting his lower lip as he looks down at his hand.

  “Watch my hand,” he orders me, and I look down to see his hand. But I can’t control my body this time. I start to fuck his fingers back, I start to move with him to make sure that I come. “Fuck,” he says, knowing I’m close. “So fucking tight around my fingers.” I have never had this overwhelming sensation before. I’ve never been this out of control before. I can’t stop my body.

  “That’s it, baby,” he says. “Come on, that’s it, baby, squeeze my fingers, come for me, baby.” His tongue licks my lower lip. I want to watch, I really do, but I close my eyes as I jump off the ledge, and in the middle of my kitchen, I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life, with his name on my lips.

  Chapter 28

  Ralph

  Holy shit I think to myself as I finger fuck Candace on her counter. I’ve never lost control like this. I’m the calm and collected one. But she undressed in front of me, and I snapped and lost control. On her counter, I devoured her. I’m about to tell her I’m sorry for not bringing her to her bedroom and laying her on her bed, when she turns her head and her tongue slides into my mouth. Her hands go from my neck down to my chest and then I feel them at the button of my jeans. I want to stop her, but her hands move at record speed, almost as if she’s afraid something is going to stop it. “Candace,” I whisper her name as she pulls my pants down over my hips.

  “I need you to move.” She pushes me, and my fingers slip out of her. I pick up my fingers and clean them off in my mouth. “Jesus, I think I just came again.” She moves one of her hands between her legs and moves it side to side. “Move,” she says to me, and I just look at her as she gets down off the counter and gets on her knees in front of me. She grips my cock in her hands, and I swear I’m going to come in her hands from just touching me.

  “Baby.” I look down at her. “You don’t have to,” I say and she covers my cock with her mouth and I stop talking. “Why don’t we . . .”

  “I’m going to suck your cock. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of my kitchen or in the bathroom,” she says, licking up the shaft. “Bottom line, your cock is going to fuck my mouth.” I don’t say another word since she swallows as much of my cock as she can. She closes her eyes as she takes my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her small hand moving along with her mouth, I move her hair and hold the back of her head, and I slowly fuck her mouth.

  “Baby,” I say, reaching down and rolling a nipple between my fingers, and she moans. I see that her other hand is between her legs, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “You playing with your clit?” I ask her as I go deeper into her mouth, and she rolls her tongue around the head of my cock.

  “Slip a finger inside yourself,” I say, watching her finger disappear inside her. “That’s my pussy,” I say as she squeezes my cock tighter, and I can feel myself getting ready to come. My balls start to get tight. “Fuck, I’m there,” I say, and she just moves her hand faster and faster. I want to pull away from her when I come, but she won’t release my cock, and I come down her throat. She swallows all of it and then she moves her mouth away from my cock, and I see that she is still playing with herself. I touch her face, and she looks at me. “You want to come?” I ask, and she nods her head. “Want to come on my cock?” She just shudders. “I’m not fucking you in the middle of your kitchen,” I say, pulling her up and then bending to take a nipple into my mouth. “The first time I fuck you, I want it to be with you lying down.” I suck the other nipple. “Spread eagle.” I pick up her hand and lick the finger that was in her pussy. “Pussy glistening and ready for me.”

  “If that isn’t in the next four seconds,” she says, “I’m going to push you down and take that cock in me.” She holds my cock that is not even ready to go down. “So we better get my back on a bed.” She turns and leads me to her room, and I stop for a second, and she turns back to look over her shoulder. “I’m losing my patience.”

  I laugh and get down on my knees and bite her ass cheek. “That looks much better,” I say. “My mark on you.” I squeeze her ass now and then slap it. “Get your ass on the bed,” I order her, and she almost runs to the bed. I follow her, taking off my shirt in the process and tossing it to the side, kicking off my shoes. “Naked,” I say as she rips off her thong, tossing it aside and then she slips off her bra. “Now, spread eagle,” I say, and she walks to her bed and gets in the middle of it, and she does exactly like I told her. “Fuck,” I say as I kick off my pants and lean over to get a condom.

  “You better hurry up.” She lifts her hips. “Or I’ll start without you.”

  “Yeah?” I say, getting on the bed and grabbing my cock in my hand. “And how would you do that?”

  “I’d make you watch me fuck my vibrator.” She moves one hand to her pussy. “So you better get to—“ She stops talking when I push her hand away from her pussy, and my mouth covers it. “Oh, yeah,” she says, and my cock is done waiting.

  “Next time,” I say, ripping open the condom. “It’ll be slower.” I take the condom out and sheath myself.

  “If you don’t get that cock in me, there might not be a next time.” I take my cock and rub it through her slit. “Put it in,” she moans and pleads.

  I slide into her as slowly as I can, the both of us hissing and groaning. “Fuck.” I stop once I’m balls deep in her. “How do you want it?” I ask her as she pulls her legs back, and I slowly pull out of her and then enter her again.

  “Hard,” she says. “Hard and dirty.”

  “You are going to be the death of me,” I say, slamming into her.

  “Harder,” she says after I slam into her. She takes her hand and slips a finger into her mout
h and then moves it to her clit. “Faster.” I go in slow. “Would you fucking move!” she almost cries out.

  “I am moving,” I say. “As fast as I want to move.” I pinch her nipples. “You are going to get my cock how I want to give you my cock.” I slam into her, and I pull right back out and slam into her again.

  “Ralph, I’m not going to break,” she says, moving her legs back, and I sink in deeper. I lose it then and thrust into her over and over again, my balls slapping her ass. “Yes,” she says, pinching one nipple while she plays with her clit. “I’m going to come.”

  I fall onto her, my hands going to the side of her body as I fuck her as hard as I can. She arches her back and tries to fuck me back, but I’m going so fast she can’t keep up with it. Finally, I feel her pussy squeeze my cock, and my thrusts get shorter and shorter until her head falls back, and she comes all over my cock. I don’t stop the pace as I follow her over, and I groan out as I fill the condom.

  I fall to the side, taking her with me, the both of us panting, our body slick with sweat. “That was . . .” she starts. “I want to do it again.” She kisses my neck. “This time, I want to be on top.”

  “I’ll do it as many times as you want to do it,” I say and then kiss her lips. I slip out of her and walk to her bathroom and dispose of the condom. When I walk back into the room, I grab my phone and dial Bernadette, who answers right away.

  “Hey, I’ll be over in about thirty minutes,” I say. “Can you make sure that you pack the diaper bag for the night with bottles and diapers?” I hang up and look at Candace who just lies on the bed on her side.

  “I have to go get Ari,” I say, and she gets up on her elbows. “Then I was thinking we can put her to bed.”

  “And then I can do all the dirty things that I want to do to you?” She gets up. “I’ll come get her with you.” She stands next to me. “Also, I would like to pour water down your chest and see if it flows all the way down.” She uses her finger to trace my abs. “I can do this while my mouth is on your cock.” My cock suddenly decides that it wants to play again. “We can do the logistics then.”