Romancing Tommy Gabrini (25 page)

When
he moved down, her body began to clench.
 
Because she knew what was coming.
 

She
relaxed as his tongue licked her in the slowest up and down drag she’d ever
experienced.
 
His fingers kept parting
her folds, allowing his tongue to slip deeper and deeper inside of her.
 
She began to feel rolls of tingles the harder
he licked her.
 
She grabbed his hair and
tried to close her legs, but he opened them wider, and licked harder, and
slinked his tongue even deeper between her folds until they were red and
wrinkled with his love.
 
And she squirmed
with pleasure and screamed his name as his licking intensified.
 
And then he stood up, moved on his back, and
laid her on top of him.

“You want
it, babe?” he asked her.

“Yes,”
she said breathlessly.
 
“I want it.”

“You’re
mine now.
 
All raw.
 
You understand?”

She
did.
 
“Yes,” she said.

He
took his cock and guided it into her vagina.
 
She arched her body as he guided it in.
 
She felt his naked dick against the texture of her pussy and it made her
pulsate in a way that felt like his tongue times ten.

Tommy,
too, felt the passion when his dick met her pussy.
 
And the feel was so different, and so intense
that he had to fuck her slower and slower to avoid an early release.
 
It felt that wonderful to him.
 
He even laid her all the way down on top of
him, wrapped his arms around her, and continued to thrash her slowly.
 
Then his strokes moved over her with an
ever-increasing crescendo of gyrations.
 
For nearly fifteen minutes straight he fucked her this way.
 
Slow and then faster, and then slower
again.
 
He rubbed her hair, and her back,
and her bare ass.
 
And he kissed her,
long and hard, as he fucked her.
  

Then
she came, causing her pussy to squeeze his dick so tightly that it did him
in.
 
He was ready to shoot the moon, too.

His
entire body clenched and he poured out.
 
He tried to keep fucking her, but he couldn’t.
 
The intensity was too great.
 
His energy was too sapped.

Grace
was sapped, too, as she leaned up onto one arm.
 
She smiled and her long hair dropped to the side.
 
Tommy smiled too and rubbed her hair behind
her ear.
 
He then kissed her.
 
And then he kissed her again.

“You’re
good,” he said and she grinned.
 
She laid
back down onto his warm chest as he wrapped her tightly, once again, into his
arms.

Anne,
one of Tommy’s numerous assistants, stopped typing a report long enough to
answer her ringing desk phone.
 
“This is
Anne,” she said into the phone.

“Hey,
Anne, it’s me.”
 

“ShoShawna?
 
Hey girl, what’s up with you?”

“Just
trying to make it day by day.”

“Yeah,
right,” Anne said with a smile.
 
“Just
trying to get info on a certain man day by day.”

ShoShawna
laughed.
 
“You’re good,” she said.

“I
know it.
 
Where are you?
 
You here in Seattle?”

“No,
not right now.”

“So
what’s up?
 
As if I don’t already know.”

“How’s
Mister Wonderful?”

Anne
laughed.
 
“Girl, you need to quit.”

She
and ShoShawna had been acquaintances for years, but they only became friends
after her last breakup with Tommy.
 
She knew
Shanks was only interested in her because of the fact that she worked for Tommy
and could feed her intel, but Anne accepted that arrangement.
 
Mainly because of how Tommy rebuffed Anne’s
own flirtatiousness, telling her bluntly that he didn’t date his assistants,
but also because she liked Shanks, and always did.

“He’s
fine, that’s how he is.
 
Fine and still
gorgeous.”

“Still
flying solo?”

“Child
probably.
 
Although . . .”

“Although
what?”

Anne
lowered her voice.
 
“There is this one
girl he seems to be all into right now.”

“Who
is she?”

“She
works at Trammel for Jillian Birch.
 
You
know Jillian, right?”

“I
know that witch.”

Anne
laughed.
 
“Well, she works for Jilly as
her assistant or chief of staff or some such job.”

“Probably
Jilly’s secretary, but anyway.”

“You
need to quit, Shanks.”

“What’s
her name?”

“Gwen
or Gran or some such name.
 
I only met
her once.
 
But he seems to be elevating
her above all the other girls, that’s all I know.
 
He used to have me calling all these different
females depending on what kind of female he wanted in his bed that night, but
now he’s stopped all of that.
 
He don’t
be bothering with none of them.
 
Except
her.”

“Really?”

“That’s
my read on it.”

“How
does she look?
 
She must be perfection in
motion for Tommy to elevate her like that.”

“You
mean like he once elevated you?”

“Something
like that.
 
What does she look like?”

“She’s
black of course.
 
And she’s pretty, I’ll
give her that.
 
And she has a kind of
charm to her.”

“A
charm?
 
That’s the best you can say about
her?
 
That she’s pretty and has charm?”

“It’s
not about what I can say about her.
 
It’s
what Tommy’s saying about her.
 
And I’m
just saying he seems impressed.”

Anne
could hear a sigh on the other end.

“Maybe
I need to come to Seattle after all,” ShoShawna said.

“Don’t
come yet.
 
He’s leaving for Sydney
tomorrow night.”

“Meetings?”

“Yep.”

There
was a long pause on the other end, as if some serious thinking was going
on.
 
“Will he be staying at the usual
place in Sydney?”

“The
Ambrose hotel? Yeah, that’s the one he had me book.”

“Okay.
 
Good.
 
Okay.”

“What
are you up to, girl?”

“I’m
just being me.”

“Then
you’re most certainly up to no good,” Anne said and ShoShawna laughed.
 

But
she didn’t deny Anne’s assertion.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Moors
was wired for sound as young professionals gathered for a night of good music,
good conversation, and passable food.
 

Grace
and Nayla were seated in their usual table enjoying the atmosphere too.

“Look
at that fool,” Nayla said as Jamie, out on the dance floor, did a split and
then needed help to get up.
 

Grace
laughed.
 
“He thinks he’s Beyoncé.”

“He’s
Beyoncé all right,” Grace said as Jamie made his way to their table, his hand
on his hip.

“Child,”
he dragged out, “I can’t hang like I used to.”

“
Duh
,” Nayla said as he sat down beside
her.
 
“You’re getting old, same as the
rest of us.”

“Oh,
forget you!
 
I’m not ancient like
you.
 
But speaking of ancient, where’s
Tommy?”

“Oh!”
Nayla said with a laugh and covered her mouth.

“Very
funny,” Grace said.
 

“But
where is he?
 
He figure he’s too good for
Moors?”

“Of
course not,” Grace said.
 
“He had to go
to Australia.”

“Oh,”
Jamie said.
 
“Excuse us.
 
You got you a real traveling man.
 
I ain’t mad at ‘cha.”

“Hey
ladies,” a voice said and they all looked.
 
Teron and his brother Ray stood at their table.
 
The same Ray that had been Grace’s blind
date.
 
Grace immediately felt
uncomfortable.
 
Jamie was elated.
 

“Hey,
Tee-Tee,” he said to Teron.
 
“What’s
going on, my friend?”

“Just
hanging out with my bro.”

“Remember
me?” Ray asked Grace.

“Sure.
How are you, Ray?”

“You
remember my name.
 
That’s something.”

“Can
we join y’all?” Teron asked.

“Sure
you can,” Jamie said, making room.
 
“We
never turn down good looking men.”

“I
know that’s right,” Nayla said, looking at Ray.
 
“I’m Nayla, by the way.”
 
She
extended her hand.

“This
Teron,” Jamie said as Ray and Teron shook her hand, “and his brother RayRay.”

“Nice
to meet you,” Nayla said.

Teron
grabbed a chair and sat beside Jamie.
 
Ray grabbed a chair and sat beside Grace.

While
the others engaged in small-talk, Ray looked at Grace.
 

“So
how’s life been treating you, Miss McKinsey?” he asked.

“Life’s
been good,” replied Grace.
 
“How about
you?”

“I
miss you,” Ray said.

Grace
really didn’t want to deal with this.
 
She had just wanted to chill and have fun tonight.
 
She had a man now, a great man, and she
really didn’t want Ray or anybody else to have any illusions otherwise.

But
Ray obviously had other plans.
 
He looked
down at her breasts.
 
“You’re still
looking good, that’s for sure.”

“You’re
still at Barnes and Tate?” Grace asked him.

Ray
showed his irritation when she changed the subject, but he continued to smile,
too.
 
“Yeah, I’m still working
there.
 
Still easing my way to the
top.
 
You’re still at Trammel?”

“I am
actually.”
 
Then she grabbed her
purse.
 
“But will you excuse me?”
 
She stood up.

Nayla,
seeing her stand, interrupted her own conversation with Teron and Jamie.
 
“Where are you going?”

“Ladies
room,” Grace said and left.
 

Ray
watched her and shook his head.
 
“She
don’t know what she’s missing,” he said.

“Yes,
she does,” Jamie said.
 
“She loves the
one she’s with.”

Ray
frowned.
 
“She’s still with that old
white guy?”

Jamie
smiled.
 
“You know good n’ well that man
ain’t old.
 
But yeah, she’s still with
him.”

“Then
I’ll say it again: she don’t know what she’s missing.”

Grace,
however, took her time in the restroom.
 
She was missing Tommy already.
 
She knew it was going to be torturous not being able to see him for
three whole days.
 
And the idea that Ray
thought he still had a chance with her concerned her, too.
 
She made it her business to never lead anyone
on, because she would hate being treated that way herself.
 
But it would seem presumptuous if she just busted
out of the restroom and told him to back off.
 
Especially if he had no real intention of getting back on with her,
anyway.

But
as soon as she stepped out of the restroom and began heading down the narrow
corridor to the main room of the club, she had no choice.
 
Ray was coming down the hall toward her.
 
And he was smiling.