26.🍸 French 75 1.0

**KEKE**

Does he mean sleep together? Apart?
Rather than get my feelings hurt, I say, “I’d like to take a shower, but I don’t have any clothes with me.”
Justice smiles, shocking me with his response. “Your bag is in my closet. I packed some items for us... clothing, toiletries and the like. Trying to think of everything to bring made me late coming back to the bar. I believed I packed enough clothes to last us until we pick up the guys on Thursday…”
The loud thumping of my heart drowns out the rest of his speech.
He made these plans before I told him about my past.
Does he still want me?
The thought occupies me while I shower, as I brush my teeth, and braid my hair. Removing my robe, I open my bag to get a big sleep shirt that hits me at my knees. I dig deeper in my duffle to get my underwear…
Well lookie here.
Justice has packed all three pairs of my sexy panties. My face warms with happiness at his planning. I put on a purple lacy pair, my mind’s eye running a HD film of how he takes them off with his teeth.
I’m just pulling down my shirt when Justice enters. He stops in the doorway, letting his eyes rove my body in a slow perusal from my feet to my chest. His lingering eye-fuck pebbles my nipples and makes my breasts grow weighted with sultry heat.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He comes further into the room, kicking the door shut with his loafer. He looks good dressed up in tailored black pants and a navy-blue dress shirt. Thoughts of him dressing sharp for her, instantly sours my mood, dampening my desire.
I turn towards the bed and trail a finger over the soft comforter that is so white, it hurts my eyes.
What we are about to do...
I want it. So damn bad, I can taste the salt of him on my tongue. But knowing that, how can I proceed? One night won’t be enough. That’s why...
“We shouldn’t do this,” I say, speaking my thoughts aloud. Justice is in love with another woman, and has—probably—slept with someone while I was here.
As much as I want us to, we won’t last.
I was frontin’ thinking one night would satisfy me. It won’t. Crying when he kissed me proved that. My body wants Justice even if I think of a million reasons why I shouldn’t have him.
And I can’t bear to have him become a bad memory like Krish. I’d rather keep the good relationship I have with the boys and their guardian, instead of ruining it when things go sour.
I’ll just have to be content with Justice being the one who got away.
He steps to me, his eyes curious. “Why not, Keke? You’re clean, right?”
“Yeah, sure—”
In the next moment, his hand is at the back of my neck, the pad of his thumb caressing my earlobe. He lowers his head and mine lifts of its own accord. At his touch, my worries, my shouldn’ts and what ifs, vanish. When his warm lips descend on mine, all thought ceases.
I circle my arms around his defined waist, pulling him closer. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I part them in a groan. Wetness pools between my legs, further dampening my sexy panties. I squirm with need.
His tongue makes its way into my mouth and I make him shudder when I suck on it, savoring the flavor of minty toothpaste with a hint of mouthwash.
“You brushed your teeth,” I say, stepping back to take a moment to breathe because the man has removed all the air out of my lungs.
Smiling as if he heard my thoughts, Justice moves forward, drawing me to him once again. “I messed up earlier with the whole setup, I know. I wasn’t about to have you running away because my breath was bad.”
I laugh. This night started out all sorts of wrong, and incredibly, it turned into something right. I’m glad Justice doesn’t dwell on my history with Krish. If he wants to re-visit the subject, there will be plenty of time to do so before I leave for Oakland.
Justice cups my face, banishing my thoughts of the man who betrayed me. His eyes travel over every detail as if he is seeing me in a new light. “From the first moment I heard your laugh, I was drawn to you like night follows day.”
He removes his hands to trail a finger, rough and strong against my lips, making me quiver. “You’ve become a light in my life.” His voice takes on a husky quality that sends a shiver down my spine. “Let me show you just how much I want you.”
I blink up at him, too turned on and under his spell to speak.
He hoods his eyes so only a sliver of blue-green is visible. His finger moves from my lips to my jaw and down to my throat, resting it at the tip of my right clavicle.
Who knew it was such a sensitive spot?
As he presses the pad of his finger into it, my breast swell and ache, chaffing at the inside of my shirt.
“I want you to forget everything except what I’m doing to you…how good I’m going to make you feel.”