Seek to Touch

by Keke Renée

  “Good, until I have to curse Ryan out.”

  “What did he do now?”

  “Same old thing, but I have a story I’m working on that could get me in a good position for morning news.”

  “Okay, now get to the good stuff. I haven’t been back to Club Seek, because work is piling up,” Chelsey questioned.

  “I was there a week ago with Mason,” Maya responded, turning music on the radio.

  “I have plans to go back sometime this month,” Kyla said.

  All eyes scanned toward me. I shifted in my seat, not wanting to give myself away at how much I loved being at the club with Morris.

  “Someone must have gone recently to be so quiet now,” Kyla teased.

  “Like last night,” I mumbled under my breath and covered my face with my hands.

  “I was waiting for you to say something. I overheard Morris talking to Mason about you.”

  “That man drives me up a wall.” Folding my arms across my chest, I sighed in annoyance.

  “I bet money you won’t say that to his face,” Chelsey joked.

  “Girl, no, and risk not getting any. I think not.” I laughed, high-fiving Maya.

  Kyla jumped up and strolled to the kitchen.

  “I’m still surprised you’ve lasted this long. Lisa, you know relationships aren’t your thing,” Maya said.

  “We’re both surprised. I didn’t think I would be able to hold out.” Kyla brought out another tray of food: wings, pizza, and sushi.

  “This all looks good,” Chelsey said.

  “It’s still early, but I have hope he won’t give me a reason to dump him.”

  All three of them burst out in laughter.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I think we're more worried about Morris than you,” Maya responded.

  “Morris knows how I feel.”

  We all looked around, hearing a phone ring. I rose off the couch and grabbed my coat to see it was my phone.

  “Hello… Hello.”

  Not receiving an answer, I hung up.

  “Who was that?” Chelsey asked.

  “Probably the wrong number.”

  “Where’s Morris anyway tonight?” Kyla asked.

  “With my brother and Mason, playing cards.”

  “Xavier had to work at the gym, and my brother had the baby tonight,” Chelsey said.

  “Tonight is about hanging out with my girls, and I will do a couple things another day.”

  “So, tell us about this news story,” Maya insisted.

  I rose out of bed the next day with a light hangover. The girls filled me in on everything that was happening. I was so happy to hear that Kyla received the part she’d been wanting for so long. Chelsey was still dealing with her family’s annoyance, and Maya was in the early stages of wanting to run for office again. Today, I had a meeting with Rhett Fuller and wanted to see if he’d admit to the accusations of criminal activity with forcing people out. I strolled out of the bathroom and grabbed my vibrating phone. Seeing Morris' name across the screen, I didn’t have time to call him back.

  Morris: Why didn’t you come over?

  Me: Sorry, I lost track of time.

  Morris: What are you doing today?

  Me: I have work and meetings.

  Morris: We can do lunch.

  Me: I have a huge story; I can't do lunch.

  I dropped the phone on the bed and went to my closet to pick out a comfortable dress suit for my meeting. My phone rang, and I grunted in frustration. I looked back at my phone to see Morris was calling. I hit decline and turned the phone off.

  “I’ll call him later,” I muttered, finished finding something to wear.

  An hour later, I arrived at the Fuller Industries office building, showing my ID to security.

  “Hello. Do you have an appointment?” She moved the clipboard in front of me, and I looked down, seeing it was for appointments only. I signed my name and nodded.

  “Yes, I have an appointment with Rhett Fuller.”

  “Lisa Reyes.”

  “That’s me.”

  She typed my information in the computer, and a visitor badge printed out. I attached it to my suit jacket.

  “You can have a seat, and someone will be out to escort you back.”

  “Thank you.”

  I scanned the front office; it wasn’t much to look at compared to other millionaire slimeballs who tried to take advantage of the little people. His taste was more homely style of brown and black colors, with pictures hanging on the wall of him and his staff.

  “Lisa Reyes.” I heard my name called and glanced up.

  “Yes.” I stood and followed the young girl through the employee entrance.

  “Mr. Fuller is finishing up with a call. You have to go right in and have a seat.” She pointed to his open office door, and I thanked her, heading inside. His back was to me, and I stood near the entrance, peering around the room. His office was way different from the front lobby. Everything was marble and silver in color. A table held photos of himself and awards, and a wide window faced the front of the building.

  “Miss Reyes, sorry to keep you waiting.”

  “Huh.” I zoned out, not hearing his comment.

  “I apologize for leaving you waiting.”

  “No worries.”

  “Please have a seat.” He motioned toward the seat in front of his desk.

  “Thank you, Mr. Fuller.”

  “Call me Rhett.”

  “Well, you may not like that after this conversation.”

  “Oh, what is this about?” He sat up straight in his chair.

  “It’s about you pushing people out of their homes.”

  “Who are you with?”

  “I’m a reporter.”

  He jumped up out of his seat.

  “Leave.”

  “Mr. Fuller, I’d think you would want to make it known if you're doing things legally or not.”

  “Miss Reyes, I wouldn’t go down this road if I were you.”

  He leaned over his desk and pointed his finger in my face. I stood, staring into his eyes.

  “I don’t intimidate easily, Mr. Fuller.”

  “My business dealings have nothing to do with you.”

  “It’s about the people you're hurting and leaving homeless.”

  Rhett hit the call button on his desk.

  “Yes, Mr. Fuller?” the receptionist asked.

  “Send security up here and escort Miss Reyes out of here.”

  “No need for security. I’ll see my way out.”

  His nostrils flared, turning bright red with his fists clenched together.

  “Right away, sir,” the receptionist replied.

  A second later, two security guards opened the door, waiting. I grinned, took a business card out of my purse, and placed it on his desk.

  “Hopefully, you’ll change your mind.”

  I turned and headed out of his office, with security following. Once out of the building, I looked back at the building, glanced over to the office window, and waved. I slid in my car and drove off feeling excited that I rattled his cage. Peering at the clock on the radio, I saw it was still early and could meet with Morris before I needed to be at the station. I called Kyla while enroute to Morris.

  “Hello…” Kyla drew out.

  “Are you sitting down?” I asked.

  “Uhhh… no.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “At the gym.”

  “Well, I couldn't wait to tell someone. I just came from Rhett’s office.”

  “Who?”

  “Rhett Fuller, the guy I’m doing the story on.”

  “The millionaire real estate guy?” Kyla questioned.

  I stopped at the red light, when all of a sudden, I heard a loud horn behind me, and a car sped past me, with someone cursing me out.

  “That was weird.”

  “What’s all that noise?”

  “Somebody just drove through a red light.”

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bsp; “Crazy people everywhere. It’s Tennessee.” Kyla chuckled.

  “You're right. I’m almost at the club.”

  “Kind of early to be at the club.”

  I bit my bottom lip.

  “My energy is on high right now; I need to release some tension.”

  “Hmm… huh.”

  I pulled in around the VIP parking area and turned the car off.

  “How long are you going to be at the gym?”

  “Probably another hour, then I need to run home and study my lines.”

  I checked my makeup in the mirror, pushed the door open, and glanced around to make sure no one was out.

  “Okay, we should have dinner one day this week.”

  “That’s fine. Call me with the details.”

  “Will do.” I ended the call, knocked on the door, and heard the camera moving in the upper-right corner, scanning down on me. Finally, the door opened, and I went back to Morris’ office to look for him.

  3

  Morris

  I blew out the candles, tossing the matches on the table, arching a brow, and staring at my beautiful creation. Lisa was held up in a three-sixty spinning swing set, with her legs open, wearing a red bra and thong. We hadn’t talked in a few days since our last encounter in my office, and I needed to make things clear before we moved further. My little devil liked to play hard and pretend what we were doing wasn't a full-blown relationship. After declining my calls earlier and not showing up at my place the other night, today, she was mine, and I was hers. Her eyes were covered as I approached the bed, ran a hand across her tight ass. To find a woman who loved to be fucked aggressively and worshipped was a breath of fresh air. How she committed to Club Seek and all aspects heightened my desire for her. Hearing her sharp breaths at the lightest touch of my hand, caused my dick to twitch in my boxers. I gripped the head, easing the ache to be inside her to calm down.

  “You have me ready to fuck before we talk.”

  “We can talk afterwards…” She moaned when my finger slid between her thong.

  “What did I tell you about trying to run things in here?” I removed my hand and tapped her lightly on the right butt cheek.

  “Sorry, sir.”

  “Good girl.” I bent my left knee and climbed up on the bed with my chest to her back.

  “Please touch me,” she rasped.

  “I will in time. First, I want to hear you beg.”

  I dropped to my knees, turned her around, slid the thong to the side, and brushed my lips against her inner thigh. Moving from the left to the right and pressing kisses, I skimmed my hands up and down her stomach, to her feet as I slid my tongue along her slit.

  “Oohh… God.” She trembled in my hold.

  “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

  “She’s ready for you, baby.”

  Her wetness seeped through and down my chin, nothing like pleasing and hearing her cry out for me to stop torturing with my tongue. The need and want in her voice only encouraged me more. When Maya and Mason first introduced her to me, I didn’t want anything to do with this woman. We were both considered dominant, not only in life, but in the bedroom. After our second time together, I made it known that I was in charge by betting I could give her four orgasms in one night. I drove my tongue from her sweet lips to her butt, nipping at each cheek.

  “Morris, please!” she yelped.

  Pushing my finger in her back door, she gasped at the sensation as my tongue continued sucking her sex.

  “She is so wet, baby. Ready for me to own her,” I said, removing my finger and letting her have a moment to cool down. I reached over to the chest and grabbed some wipes to clean my hands. Throwing them in the trash and removing my boxers, I picked up a condom and slid him against her lips up to taste. She stuck her tongue out, wanting to taste.

  “Will get to that later, baby.”

  Lining my shaft to her entrance, I eased in slow, nibbling on my bottom lip. She was warm and so tight, I was ready to burst.

  “Fuck!” I needed to think of something else before I came too early.

  Gripping her by the hips, I moved in slow, gradually keeping my pace so we were both coming undone. Taking my right hand, I grasped her covered right breasts, sucking on her stiff chocolate nipple that I loved to fall asleep against at night.

  “Shit, you feel good.”

  “Ahhh… Sir!”

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

  Nodding her head, I grinned, knowing I was about to wear her out. Biting and licking the pain away, I went to the left breast, holding her in place by the shoulder. I thrust upwards faster. Her breasts bounced up and down, watching them call for another round of my tongue to envelop.

  “Damn, you're everything to me, Lisa,” I grunted, feeling her juices cover my dick.

  “I’m… coming!” she yelled.

  “You know better.” I yanked out of her, dipped my tongue back inside, closed my eyes, and gripped both her ass cheeks.

  We finished two hours later after going for a third round on the floor, and I promised to have her again when I got back in town in three days. She reached her wrist out for me to tighten the clasp on her bracelet that fell off.

  “Where are you going again?” she questioned.

  “It’s a new account with a client looking for security at their mall,” I said, sliding my navy-blue suit jacket on.

  “Why do you have to be gone for three days?” She poked her lips out and frowned.

  “We're not together, so why are you questioning me?” Her brow hiked in surprise.

  “Morris, don't start.” She waved off the conversation and went to grab her shoes from the floor.

  “Either we’re a couple or not, but you don’t get to question me.”

  She was flushed at my statement.

  “I have to get home and work on a story.”

  “There you go, running out of here before it gets too heated.”

  “When have I ever run from anything?” She stepped in front of me, and I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close to my chest.

  “You keep the same attitude, see what happens.” I kissed her forehead and let her go, and I went back to my office.

  Knock! Knock!

  “Yeah.”

  “I was going through these figures and wanted to get your opinion.” Mason stepped in, holding some documents. Being a silent partner, I didn’t get involved as much with the day-to-day things about the club. My security company was my primary focus, and I was expanding to Vegas, possibly moving if things worked out in my favor.

  “You know I hate looking at numbers.”

  “Well, too bad. You’re part owner.” He dumped them on my desk, and I groaned.

  “Asshole.”

  “You packed for Vegas?” he asked.

  “Yep.”

  “I saw Lisa here earlier. Everything good?”

  “Fine.”

  “Something tells me you're not exactly happy with being fine.”

  I sighed, pushing the forms away from me.

  “She’s pissed that I’m going out of town.”

  “It’s for work.”

  “I know that, and I told her, but she’s freaked out.”

  “Headstrong like Maya, and only wants us on their time.”

  “What did you do to get her as your wife?” I inquired.

  “I told her.”

  I laughed at his words and ran a hand down my face.

  “I’ll try to remember that.”

  “Go home or finish working. Take your mind off Lisa and let her come to you,” Mason explained.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Either you set boundaries now, or you’ll be second guessing always.” Mason shrugged his shoulders, slid his hands in his pockets, and walked out of my office.

  I went through the numbers again, signed off, and made notes on what I would change to make it run smoothly.

  Knock! Knock!

  “Come in.”

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�You’ve been hiding back here all this time,” Claire said.

  She was a waitress at the club and one time a lover of mine. It was never anything serious, but we became friends. She worked here to put herself through college.

  “Guilty,” I chortled, sending out an email.

  Claire held up a tray with a glass filled.

  “Here, I thought you could use this.”

  “How’d you know?”

  “All day, you've been snapping at people.” She grinned and sat at the edge of the desk.

  “Work stuff.”

  “You look annoyed.”

  “I wanted to apolo—” I was surprised at Lisa standing at my office door.

  I jumped out of my seat and put the glass down on the desk.

  “I see you're busy right now. Have a good flight, Morris,” Lisa said as she left.

  “Wait!” I yelled, jogging to catch up to her.

  “No worries. We can talk when you're back.”

  “Lisa, stop running.” I grasped her arm and nudged her against the car door.

  “Go back inside. Your girlfriend is probably mad you're out here with me.” She rolled her eyes and looked around, not giving me eye contact.

  I smirked. “You're jealous.”

  “Jealous! Morris, leave me alone.” She tried to push me back.

  “Claire is a waitress and friend.”

  “Morris, I’m not stupid.”

  I gripped her jaw and forced her to face me.

  “Claire is nothing to me.”

  “Then why was she sitting on your desk?”

  “So, we question each other now.”

  “We do when—” she started to say but caught herself.

  “What was that?”

  “When you're dating someone, and you want a commitment.”

  “So, is that a yes?”

  Lisa looked around the parking lot, bit her bottom lip, and pulled my hand toward her pussy.

  “This is a yes.”

  I cupped her sex, rubbing slowly and kissing along her jawline, as her head fell back on the car door.

  “Come with me.”

  “I can’t. I have work on a major story.”

  “What’s the story on?” I lowered my head to her chest, pressed kisses, and moved my left hand up to grab her breast.

  “Baby, we can’t. People will see.”