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The shock on his face slowly melted into understanding. She moved her hand faster, and Greg grunted. “I think one. One is enough.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Aisha replaced her hand with her mouth, opening wide so that the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Greg groaned. She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft as she sucked her way back to the tip. “I think you’ve got two of them in you.”

Greg’s hips bucked, and she clambered between his legs, holding his body down with her hands. “Damn, baby. You’re serious about this.” His eyes grew wide in anticipation.

“You bet I am.” She took him deep into her throat, licking him again as she came up for air. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Greg arched his back as Aisha consumed him deeply, relishing his salty taste and the hard smoothness of his cock against her tongue. She sucked him slowly at first, and then faster. He touched her hair and stroked it. She used her tongue to caress him, making sure to rim him under the edge of the tip of his cock as she pulled out. Greg’s hips moved in tandem with her motion, thrusting himself deep inside her. Aisha heard the tempo of his breath increase, and his hand curled up into a fist, gripping her hair instead of stroking it.

Aisha sucked hard one last time, releasing him with a loud pop. “Oh, no,” she said in response to the question in Greg’s eyes. “You’re not coming yet. It’s too soon.” She then ran her tongue quickly over his balls. Greg shuddered. “We’re just getting started.”

Aisha got off of the bed and went over to her closet. Hanging on a rack on the door were several scarves. She took three of them and held them up. Greg raised one eyebrow. “What are you going to do with those?”

“You’ll see.”

Greg didn’t take his eyes off her as she made her way back to him. “Scooch up some,” she commanded. Greg obliged, moving closer to the headboard. “Arms up.” Greg lifted his arms above his head. Aisha took one of the scarves and tied it around his wrist. She then threaded the other end through one of the slats in the headboard and secured it tightly. She did the same thing with the other scarf before picking up the third.

Greg’s eyes glowed with excitement. “Where’s that one going?”

Aisha held it up and smiled. “Here.” She brought it down around his eyes and blindfolded him. “Can you see anything?”

“No.”

“Good.” Aisha surveyed his naked, restrained body. His shoulders and pecs flexed in response to the position of his arms, and his abs rippled like a washboard as he breathed. His hard cock jutted upward between his powerful thighs, begging her to do something with it. “Perfect,” she whispered.

Aisha bent down and teased his lips with her tongue before kissing him deeply. Greg exhaled as his mouth matched her passion, his arms straining slightly against his restraints. She broke the kiss and nibbled her way down his body, stopping to scrape his nipples with her teeth. Greg made a hissing noise and his abs clenched, his body jerking slightly. “Now you know how I feel.” She continued to move downwards and traced the hills and valleys of his abs with her tongue.

Greg jumped. “That tickles.”

“Mm hmm. It does, doesn’t it?” Aisha flicked the tip of her tongue into his bellybutton and chuckled when he jumped again. Back down at his enticing cock, she took its considerable length into her mouth. Greg groaned when she cupped his balls and sucked hard. She moved her head up and down, each time moving a little faster and making the suction a bit harder. His fingers splayed as he tried to reach out to her.

“You can’t touch me,” she teased, blowing softly on his balls. His whole body trembled in response to the rush of unexpected air. “Your dick is just too good,” she mumbled, her face close to the base, hoping that Greg could feel her words as well as hear them.

“R-really?” he stammered.

“Mm hmm. I have to have more.” Aisha reached up into her nightstand and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it and put it on him. “Do you want to give me more?” She straddled him, positioning her pussy a few inches above his cock.

“Yes.” His voice was barely audible.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he said, increasing his volume.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to give you more.” His arms shook above his head.

“Okay.” She sat down hard on his cock, and he moaned and jolted upright, pulling the headboard forward a few degrees. Aisha relished the control she had over the helpless Greg, and she moved her hips in a circular motion watching the veins in his arms bulge to the surface as he strained against the scarves. He attempted to rotate his hips to complement hers, but Aisha kept him guessing.

“Ah ah ah.” She leaned down and raked her fingers across his chest, which had grown slick with perspiration. “I’m running the show here.” She stopped her circular motion and raised up so only the tip of his dick was inside her. She then sat down swiftly, and Greg’s upper body jerked upward again. She continued this pattern for some time—rising slowly to the point of almost coming completely off of him and then taking him hard into her, right up to the base. With each slam, he jumped, and Aisha could see the beads of sweat that streamed down his face.

Gripping him firmly between her thighs, Aisha pounded him furiously. She slipped her hands around his narrow waist for leverage and continued her fast-paced rhythm. She could see the orgasm on his face before it hit his body. Greg’s forehead furrowed, and his lips curled upward before grunting loudly—a sound that was sharply cut off by an inhale of breath. His body flopped around like a fish underneath her, and the headboard banged loudly against the wall. Aisha continued to ride him as his flops turned into shakes and then died down to quivers. She finally slowed as the headboard quieted, and Greg’s head lolled to one side between his outstretched arms. Aisha got up, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. She then surveyed him one last time. Greg’s feet were splayed in opposite directions, and his cock lay flaccid, exhausted, against his thigh. Loosening the knots, Aisha removed the blindfold and released him from the headboard.

Greg’s eyes were closed, his breathing erratic. He brought one hand down to his chest, and the other remained above his head, quivering slightly. Aisha slid up next to his damp body and put her lips close to his ear. “That’s one.”

Greg laughed weakly. “Damn. One’s enough.” The words came out in a staggering breath.

Aisha propped herself up on one elbow and watched as his breathing slowly returned to normal. She ran her fingers down his sweaty chest. “Surprising?”

Greg’s eyes slowly opened. They were dark pools peering into her. He nodded solemnly. “Yes. Very.”
 

Aisha kissed him gently, and underneath her fingertips, she could feel his heart beating a steady rhythm in his chest. “My job here is done.”

A spark lit in his eyes. “Not yet.” He then slipped his fingers inside her.

Aisha gasped at the unexpectedness of his move and fell back onto the bed. As he slid his fingers in and out, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Greg’s spontaneity, his technique, and the fact that she could still imagine his cock inside her caused Aisha to come almost immediately. Her orgasm took her breath away. The waves of pleasure surged up to her head and down to her toes as her body shook. She gripped the wet sheets, arched her back and moaned, her hips thrusting upward against her will. Greg continued to rub her, and she clenched her teeth as the sensation became too much.
 

“Okay. Stop!” she hissed. Greg removed his hand, and Aisha sighed as her pussy pulsated with sensitive energy.

“Good?” he whispered.

“Mm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Aisha lay there listening to the sound of her own heart. Greg pulled her close, and she put her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for that.” His voice vibrated in her head.

“You’re welcome,” Aisha murmured. “Although, I should be thanking you as well. I think we both benefitted.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Aisha lay comfortably in his arms. She thought about the day and everything that had happened. Strangely, at this point, it felt like she’d made the right decision. Somehow, everything was going to be okay.

Aisha let her fingertips dance over Greg’s collarbone. “What time is it? Don’t you have to go to work tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, that’s great.” Aisha snuggled in closer. “A rare free night.”

“Actually, from now on, all of my nights are going to be free.”

“What?”

“I said, from now on, all of my nights are going to be free.”

Aisha raised up to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you aren’t the only one who recently quit a job.”

Aisha stared at him, trying to comprehend what he was saying. “What? You quit?”

He nodded. “A few days ago.” He interlaced his fingers with hers. “Look, I know we haven’t been seeing each other long, but I really care about you, Aisha. I haven’t been in love for a long time.” He sighed. “In fact, I can barely remember the last time, but being with you over these past few weeks has awakened a part of me again—the part of me I had to shut off in order to do my job.” He kissed her lips softly. “Now, I can’t go back to that life, and I want to find out if I’m still capable of falling in love.”

Aisha touched his face. “Oh, baby.” She kissed him again. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Well, because I wanted to make sure you wanted to be with me for me. The guy who entertained women for a living. Because the fact is, that’s a part of me, and after ten years, there are thousands of former clients out there. One day we might run into another one and then another one and then another.” He raised his eyebrows. “And like Heather, some of them might say something about my technique. Are you going to snap every time that happens?”

“No,” she said emphatically. “Absolutely not. What you do…did…for a living is a part of who you are. And I’m crazy about you. Every single part. Besides,”—she smiled—“that
is
how we met, remember?”

“Yes.” He pushed a strand of hair away from her face. “It is.”

Aisha sighed and lay back down in the crook of his arm. “So, now that we’re both unemployed, what do we do now?”

“Well, actually,” he said and smiled slowly, “I have an idea.”

Chapter Thirteen

“I checked in with Malcolm, and the website will go live in few hours.” Aisha ticked the points off on her fingers. “The radio spot will start running next week. I’ve called my contacts at
The Trib
,
The Sun-Times
and
The Reader
and all three will be sending someone over in the next month or so. They come in stealth mode, so everything at all times has to be perfect—the food, the service, everything. At all times.”

Greg cracked several eggs over the griddle and began to scramble them. “It will be, baby. Don’t worry.”

“I’m serious. A review in the paper can make or break your business. And you really need to talk to Monica. Sometimes she can get a little attitude with the customers.”

“I will.” He flipped the perfectly scrambled eggs onto the plate, added a few strips of bacon and two fluffy pancakes and set the steaming plate down on the counter. “She’s got some stuff going on at home. But I’ll talk to her.”

“Okay.” Aisha pulled out her phone and checked her calendar. “Oh, and the new awning is being delivered tomorrow. And…” she put her hand on her hip, “I really wish you would let me order a new sign. You know, one that isn’t handwritten with a marker. The one up there is so…bootleg.”

“Absolutely not.” Greg wiped his hands on his apron and picked up the catfish filets. He dipped them in milk, dredged them in cornmeal and placed them gently in the hot oil. “That stays. Auntie Rita would kill me if I took it down.”

Aisha sighed. “Okay, fine. Oh, and one more thing…”

“What’s that?” Greg stirred the large pot of grits and spooned some onto a plate. He added a perfectly fried golden catfish fillet and set the plate down on the counter.

“Would you please come out of the kitchen and talk to people?” Aisha took advantage of the fact that his hands were empty and slid up to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his. “They all want to congratulate you for taking over the business and thank you for the amazing food.”
 

He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “But I have to—”

“No buts. Auntie Rita is even out there. Circulating. Talking to customers as usual. She just got back from her Vegas trip, and she wants to tell you all about it. Oh, and my friend Tanya is here, and I want you to finally meet her. We do have her to thank, you know.” She winked. “Cliff and Andre can handle things for a few minutes.” She looked over at the other cooks. “Can’t you, gentlemen?”

“Absolutely. We got this, man.” Cliff scurried from one hot burner to another. “Go on and greet your adoring public.”

Greg rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.” He reluctantly untied his apron.

“Wait.” Aisha reached up and brushed his face. “Cornmeal.”

His warm brown eyes met hers. He squeezed her firmly and kissed her again. “You are amazing,” he whispered.

“I know.” For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and relished being close to him. “But I’m just trying to keep up with you.” Greg smiled, took her hand and led her out of the kitchen into the crowded dining room.