“Where are you?” I asked impatiently.

“Two blocks. Be naked. I mean it. Put the pasta away because we’ll be eating out tonight, and I mean that literally.”

Damn, that man could make my pussy hum. I pulled off my dress and stood in front of my full-length mirror. My satin bra was a deep red and my once-dry thong matched it. I quickly brushed out my hair, then stepped into one of the pairs of shoes I got in Paris. Five-inch blood-red satin stilettos.

I walked back to the kitchen and put the pasta in the oven to keep it warm. The sauce could wait. At least for the pasta.

It was balmy outdoors. Los Angeles had been hit with higher than normal humidity. I stood in the driveway in my new lingerie and killer shoes. I paid for privacy, and now I was glad I had.

Ten minutes later, he drove up in the green Shelby Latch had given him before he moved away. He hardly had time to turn off the ignition before he bolted out of the car.

His face looked panicked. “Weezie, when I asked you to be naked, I meant inside the house. Jesus, woman, get indoors before someone calls the porn police.” His eyes said something entirely different, corresponding with the bulge in his pants.

“Kiss me first,” I teased as I pressed my body against his length, grabbing his tie. I loved it when Keenan wore a suit; it made him sophisticated and sexy as hell.

Deep hunger laced the kiss. He took my mouth, intensely and full of passion. Ownership. He erotically taunted me with his tongue. I sucked on it as I felt his erection fueled. I heard a groan deep within his throat as I continued to nip and caress every inch of his mouth. He pulled away, holding me at arm’s length.

“Goddamn, I want to fuck you right here and now so bad.”

“What’s stopping you?” I teased as I backed toward the front door.

He followed, loosening his tie. “On your knees, Weezie.”

I shivered with the anticipation of tasting him. I began undressing as we came into the living room. I liked being naked when I went down on him. It always incurred extra activity on his part. Keenan’s hand grasped mine as I went to unhook my bra.

“Leave everything on,” he croaked as his tie landed on the floor. I watched with glassy eyes as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and began unbuttoning it. I could see precum adorning the head of his cock as it breached the waistband of his slacks. My eyes closed as I internally sighed, knowing what I truly craved was only moments away. I became conscious of my surroundings again as I heard the sound of his zipper.

“Jesus,” he hissed as his erection came into full view. “Wrap those pretty hands around me. I’ve been thinking about you getting me off for weeks. You have me masturbating like a fifteen-year-old when I’m not with you.”

I felt my lips curve into a smile. I mused over his confession. He could have anyone. Hell, the man could call room service and have pussy delivered, yet he chose to pretend his hand was mine.

“On your knees, baby,” he said once more as he removed his shirt and took my hand, lowering me to the floor.

With anyone else, I was always in charge. It was my way or the highway, but not with Keenan. I let him be the aggressor. What he offered me was worth giving up my power—at least for a while.

I cupped my hands around the middle of his thick cock as I licked a trail to his sack, exploring every distended vein. Then working my way up, I began to tongue the rim and suckle on the tip. As I slipped my lips around him, I sucked harder, allowing him to swell as my cheeks puffed out.

“God, baby, it feels so good,” he said in a hushed voice as his fingers fisted my hair.

I used my hands to gently stroke his balls as I continued to take him in deeper. I teased him with my teeth as I sucked and gently kneaded his balls with my thumb and forefinger. The grip on my hair grew tighter with urgency.

“I need you to fuck me with your mouth. I need to come. I want you to take it all. Drain me until I’m empty. I need to do it now, Weezie.” He sounded feral and almost out of breath.

I paused briefly as I let his cock fall from my mouth and looked up at him. “You’re never this impatient,” I responded.

“I missed you. And those shoes are killing me. I need to be inside you, so let me come in your mouth right now so I can fuck your pussy for hours.”

Alrighty then. I sealed my lips tightly as I fastened my mouth around his shaft again. He groaned and fisted my hair as I continued to suck. I had found out early on that his size made it impossible to take all of him, so I took three-quarters. The crown and right below were the most sensitive anyway. If I couldn’t deep throat him, I made sure to utilize my lips where they counted. I traced my tongue across his tip as I eagerly licked around the rim. I paid special attention to the areas that would make him go wild. After being with Keenan for a while, I knew his body well. I was familiar with every spot from head to toe that stimulated him.

“I love you, baby,” I heard him groan as his flesh once again thickened in my mouth.

I lubricated him with as much saliva as I could. I knew it was only a matter of moments before he released. His shaft pulsed as he pulled me closer and began to pump between my lips. Within seconds, his body bowed as he thrust twice and a surge of liquid heat flowed into my mouth. He shook and vibrated as he released the last burst. His breathing was hard and fast as he let go of my hair but kept me scissored between his legs. His cock popped from my mouth as he cradled my head against his muscled thighs.

“Jesus, I’m going to have to use this moment as a visual for my next trip.”

My body trembled at his words. I wondered how long before he demanded I say them in return. He’d been patient all this time, never asking for beyond anything he knew I could give. I’d given him more than any other man I’d ever known. What he and I had was the closest to an actual connection I’d ever had. I don’t know why, but he had made me go out of my comfort zone by allowing me to see other men.

Keenan reached down and pulled me up from the floor as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Christ, you’re bleeding. Son of a bitch. Why didn’t you say anything?”

I didn’t dare tell him I was used to it. Carpet, regardless of the fiber, was abrasive to the knees. I had many rug burns throughout the years. Just part of the deal. Besides, it never actually broke the skin. The blood pooled right below the surface and it just looked irritated. I was surprised this was the first time he noticed. I had them before while going down on him. Besides, it was his fault for telling me to get on my knees.

“Not a big deal, Kee,” I said as I flicked my hand over one knee. “Carpet will do that.”

His face showed concern. “I never want what we do to injure you. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom. I turned toward the double sink as I saw him behind me, removing his slacks. I deeply inhaled and exhaled, taking in his smooth, chiseled pecs and muscled biceps, those abs and that lickable V.

“Let’s take a bath,” he said as his eyes gravitated toward the tub.

Yup. Definitely big enough for two. One of the main reasons I fell in love with this condominium was the double slipper pedestal tub. That was a major perk for me and one of the many reasons the asking price was so high.

“I thought it was critical for you to be inside me,” I purred as I kicked off my shoes.

“Can’t I have both?”

My eyebrow arched as he began pulling down his briefs. I would never tire of seeing his body in motion, so fluid and agile. I turned on the water, and as I straightened, he began to unhook my bra. When my breasts fell free, I heard him hiss.

“Your tits are a work of art,” he murmured as his lips fastened over a nipple.

My body arched back as the other nipple hardened into a blushed pearl. My hand fell against his semi-hard cock. I grazed my knuckles along its length. I studied his face as he suckled on each nipple. My pussy began to softly throb with a familiar beat as the hunger and ache settled into my stomach. How could I not be enamored by the fact that this man loved me? And why was I so afraid to give him my heart? I heard a pop as my nipple fell from his lips and his hands began to pull down my thong. He felt like an iron structure as I leaned against him to keep my balance. Our bodies flush against each other as we watched the tub fill with water.