“Guys, you know Gia Duncan,” Keith said, turning to his brothers.
“Yeah, yeah, yes, of course. Hi, Gia. It’s good to see you.”
“Hi, Gia.”
Gia turned around, smiling and feeling like a complete fool. “Drew, Jeremy, hi, it’s good to see you again. I’m gonna go.”
“No,” all three Washington men said at once.
“No, you should stay, really,” Jeremy said quickly. “You can keep Keith company while he finishes cleaning up the kitchen.”
“Yes, definitely,” Drew added, and nodded to Jeremy. “We’re gonna head to the side door. Take care, Gia, it was good seeing you. Later, Keith.”
Both men turned and quickly headed back the same way they had come. Neither she nor Keith spoke until hearing the sound of a door open and close somewhere in the back of the house.
“I didn’t see any cars parked out front,” she said.
“They usually park around the back. It’s closer to the basketball court and game room, and that’s where we usually hang out.”
“Oh.”
“So, welcome, come on in, have a seat,” he said. She looked around the foyer as if to wonder, where? “Oh, right, the house isn’t finished yet. I’m doing it room by room. So far I only have three rooms done. We can go to the family room, this way.” He led.
“It looks wonderful and beautifully antique-ish. How old is it?” she asked, following him down a side corridor.
“It’s old. It was built in 1922. It’s hard to imagine what this place looked like then. There’s a lot of history in these walls.”
They entered the huge family room off the kitchen. She started walking around, looking at everything. It was definitely a man cave. There was a massive television and entertainment center mounted on the wall, comfortable seating, a pool table, slot machines, a poker table to the side, vintage video games and, of course, sports memorabilia everywhere. But it was also cleverly designed and nicely decorated. “This is really cool. You did a great job,” she said.
Keith followed her, watching every move she made and admiring the slim fit of her jeans, silk shirt and heels. He stared at her perfect apple bottom and all he could think about was watching her climax on top of him. “Do you have any idea what those jeans are doing to my body right now?”
She glanced over her shoulder, smiling seductively. “No, tell me, what are they doing to your body?” she asked innocently.
“I have a better idea. I’ll show you.” In three long strides he was standing right behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, then eased down her arms and held on to her hips, pulling them back against his crotch. She moaned, feeling their instant connection. He went farther down her body to her butt, then squeezed and massaged firmly. A groan of satisfaction rumbled through his body. “You feel so good.”
Gia rolled her head back to lean on his chest and shoulder. His hands came up to her breasts, then went down between her legs and back to her rear again. He licked his lips. “My mouth is so dry. I just want to eat you up.”
“Cherries again?” she suggested.
“Nah, I have a much better idea. I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he whispered right
in her ear.
“What is it?” she asked, shivering.
“Later. Turn around.” She turned. He scooped up the hair at the nape of her neck, leaned down to kiss her, but then paused and looked into her eyes. What passed between them in that instant couldn’t be spoken. They knew right then that this wasn’t just a physical release. This was beyond sex and intimacy. This was love, deep and passionate—the forever kind that came around only once in a lifetime. “I love you,” he whispered. She gasped.
The kiss came sweetly followed by a session of tiny erotic nibbles on her lips, eyelids, check, neck and shoulders. Then a split second later he grabbed her rear and picked her up. She encircled his waist with her legs, then wrapped her arms around his neck and everything after that went hazy.
Later, when the deep, lasting, magnificent kiss ended, she was on his lap straddling his hips and he was sitting on the sofa. “So, what other rooms have you completed?” she asked breathlessly.
“The bedroom. Would you like to see it?”
She nodded. “Definitely,” she said, then stood up.
“This way,” he said, motioning to the staircase in the family room. She walked over and waited for him, then took one step up, and they were at eye level. He licked his lips. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look this evening?”
“Thank you.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you in jeans. I like them.”
“Right back at you,” she said, “although I’m not sure I like the shirt.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He pulled his shirt from his jeans and she began unbuttoning it. When it was open she pushed it free and let it rest on the banister. The stunning magnificence of his chest left her speechless. “And, come to think of it, I’ve never cared much for silk.”
“I totally agree,” she said, pulling her shirt free as he unbuttoned it. When he finished he helped her take it off, then placed it on top of his shirt. Two perfect mounds faced him.
“If we don’t go upstairs to my bed right now, we’re gonna make love down here on the pool table.”
She glanced behind him and smiled. “Yeah, maybe later.”
In an instant he swept her up in his arms. She giggled, then wrapped her hands around his neck and held tight as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He walked in, took her to his big four-poster bed, then slowly put her down and stopped. “What, what’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the concern on his face.
He shook his head. “I don’t have any condoms here.”
“I have condoms,” she said, smiling, and reached into her back pocket and pulled out two foil packets. Then she reached into the other back pocket and pulled out two more.
“I love the way you think, Ms. Duncan.” He sat down and pulled her to stand between his long legs. He slowly traced the full mounds of her breasts with his finger, then dipped between them and unsnapped her bra’s front. With the full weight of her breasts freed, he instantly cupped them. She gasped and arched slightly at the feel of his hands on her body again. He leaned in and licked each nipple, sending shivers through her. They hardened instantly.
He unzipped her jeans and eased them down her legs. She kicked off her heels and stepped out of them. He stood and unzipped his jeans and removed everything. He grabbed a condom, then pulled her lace panties down and picked her up again, entering her in one smooth motion. He pressed her back up against the bedpost and began gyrating his hips into her. Each push made her gasp and squeal louder and louder. Then he moved faster and faster.
The steel hardness of his penis hitting her engorged nub sent her reeling. All she could do was hold on until the end. Then one last push and she exploded in shrieks of pure rapture. He laid her down on the bed and continued. This time he was slow and deliberate. He raised her butt higher and put her legs on his shoulders. A few seconds later her body jerked again. Then they came as one.
He rolled to his back, letting her rest. Hours later, just after dark, they went out to a late dinner at a small out-of-the-way café she knew about just off Germantown Pike. They sat in the back, ordered and talked about everything under the sun. As they walked back to the truck, she stopped to go into a small boutique and he walked on to meet her at the truck. Fifteen minutes later she returned with a small shopping bag. He was already waiting in the truck. “What’s in the shopping bag?” he asked, recognizing the name on the bag as a women’s lingerie boutique.
“It’s a gift for you.”
“May I see it?” he asked.
“Later,” she said.
He smiled, nodding. “Dessert, I’ll look forward to it.”
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They pulled into the driveway and drove around to the back of the house. They got out and headed to the side door. He opened it and she walked in but didn’t get far because he pulled her back into his arms, instantly stealing her breath away. He kissed her hard and long, aggressive and demanding. She loved it, a powerful man and an equally powerful kiss. There was nothing timid or maybe about it. It was mind-blowing insanity. Tongues battled and mouths engulfed. Her legs trembled weakly as he pressed her up against the door frame.
This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. Keith had exceptional seductive skills and he applied them earnestly. His hand came up to the nape of her neck to hold her in place as his other hand roamed her body. First, he caressed her breast, and then his hand moved down to her stomach, her waist, her hips and finally, between her legs. She moistened instantly. The thought of having him long, hard and thick inside her made her dizzy.
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss slowed and softened to a tender loving embrace. His hands, all over her at first, now caressed and stroked her back and rested tenderly on her rear, pressing her close. When the kiss ended they were both
breathless.
“It took all I could do to keep my hands off you at dinner.”
“Is that right?” she muttered, reaching down to stroke the length of his hardening penis.
“Oh, you don’t play fair,” he growled, closing his eyes.
“All’s fair in love,” she whispered.
He tipped her chin up and looked into her hooded eyes. “Love?” he said softly. She bit at her swollen lips. She knew exactly what he was talking about. The truth was she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I love you.” He repeated the words in a quiet hush, carrying on the sweetest whisper, just as he had before.
Her heart paused and she trembled inside. They were just three innocent words. But they went through her like a double-edged blade cutting right to her heart. They had the power to transform a woman who thought she had everything perfectly ordered in her life and didn’t need anyone into a woman in love with a man who took her breath away. They were three words that she had longed to hear all her life. She looked up into his promising eyes, feeling the exact same way. “Keith, what if what you feel is just—” she took a tiny breath “—lust?”
He shook his head. “Don’t. You can’t analyze feelings. It doesn’t work like that. They are what they are. Don’t be afraid of this.”
“Keith, love smothers and chokes and suffocates until there’s nothing left to take.”
“No, love, real love, lifts up, embraces and gives. I know what I feel for you, Gia. I can’t stop thinking about you and I can’t stop wanting to be with you. Lust doesn’t keep me up every night since we met. Loving you does. I love you, Gia.”
She felt the words penetrate her heart and delve deep into her soul. She knew what she felt for him. This was real. Her heart trembled with the joy of knowing it. Then, without caution, the words slipped out of her mouth before she thought. “I love you, too.”
He smiled happily, like a little boy getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas. “Yeah, I like the sound of that. Say it again.”
“I love you,” she said slightly louder.
He nodded, still smiling. “I love you, too,” he said. “Now, one thing you should know about me. It’s pretty important. I have never been able to resist eating my dessert first.”
Gia laughed, then smiled seductively. “Really?” she said. He nodded assuredly. “I’ll tell you what, come upstairs in ten minutes.” He nodded. She turned and hurried upstairs with her little shopping bag.
Keith watched her go, then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle of champagne and grabbed two glasses. He checked his cell phone messages and quickly emailed a few replies. Then eight and a half minutes later he walked upstairs. As soon as he entered his bedroom, he saw Gia standing beside the bed lighting a candle. His mouth dried instantly. She was leaning over with her back to him. Two perfect cheeks hardened him all over again.
He walked over purposefully and stood right behind her. The hardness of his penis pressed against her. He rubbed each cheek gently, then knelt down and kissed her soft brown skin. “Gia, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She turned around and posed, dressed in a very skimpy push-up bra and half-panties with lace stitching. “What do you think? Do you like your present?”
He looked down the length of her body and smiled. “Oh, yes.” And just like that the beautiful lace outfit was gone in a split second.
He picked her up, took her to the bed, then stripped his clothing off. She sat up, waiting, and then, as soon as he lay down, she got on top and impaled herself. Smiling, she began to move her body up and down, taking him in repeatedly. He held her waist, pulling her breast down to his mouth. She rode him and he suckled her until she exploded and his body shuddered and spasmed, draining his essence into her to the very last drop.
Chapter 18
Late Friday morning Gia sat back in her chair and twirled her pen in her fingers as she sipped her now ice-cold coffee. It didn’t really matter how long it had been sitting on her desk because she didn’t really taste it anyway. Drinking it was just something to do until it was time to go. She dropped the pen, then picked it up again and tapped it on the desk. She’d gotten in early to work, catching up with several projects. But there was no way she was getting any work done now.
The rest of the office staff had the afternoon off. They had all worked hard all week. When the governor visited the city to endorse the mayor, OCC was right there with questions. The same was true for the mayor’s northeast town hall meeting and the citywide electoral debate appearances. For the most part the mayor was respectful and Keith didn’t interfere. They easily accommodated OCC and even went out of their way to include them in the economic discussion.
Now the still quietness of the office made her thoughts wander, and Keith was her main focus. It was much more than physical and she knew it. It scared her. But what scared her most was feeling everything she was feeling for him even when they weren’t actually together. It was overwhelming. He consumed her thoughts both day and night.
She dropped her pen again and this time it rolled across the desk onto the floor. She scrambled to pick it up just as her open door was pushed wider. She looked up to see Bill march into her office and sit down in the chair across from her. “Lawyers, God save us all from lawyers. We need to talk.”
“Actually, I favor lawyers.”
“Of course you’d say that,” he said snidely.
She looked at him sternly. “Obviously you’ve forgotten I am a lawyer.”
He looked at her dismissively. “That’s right, you are.”
“What’s up, Bill, what do we need to talk about?”
“The election is getting close and we need to announce an endorsement backing a mayoral candidate.”
“Not necessarily.”
“We’re a community organization. People listen to us. We have power. They need to know what we think. So, listen, I’ve been checking out both candidates and I think we have a real good chance of forwarding the OCC agenda if we back Lester Jameson.”
Gia laughed. “Are you kidding me? No way. Absolutely not. The man is an egomaniacal fraud, plus he’s being investigated.”
“That’s all bogus, drummed-up campaign rhetoric,” Bill said.
“Sounds pretty legit to me,” Gia said, “and why does Jameson think he’s getting OCC’s endorsement? Did you promise it?”
“See, I knew it. You’re being brainwashed by all those political commercials. Don’t believe the hype. Blake has been going negative since the beginning of this campaign.”
“What are you talking about, Bill?”
“At le
ast I have an open mind. You apparently don’t.”
“My objection to Jameson has nothing to do with the mayor and everything to do with Councilman Jameson’s character, or lack thereof.”
The defensive rant started and continued for the next several minutes. Getting more and more excited, Bill recited every Jameson talking point, including the mayor’s apparent inability to work with the current city council, the high unemployment rate, the increase in crime and the fact that only four of the noted unions in the city had backed him. After that Gia stopped listening.
“...and then I hear that Sam Duncan comes into the office and nobody even thinks to tell me.”
Hearing her father’s name, Gia looked up. Bill was staring at her. “Bill, he came to see me about a personal matter. He is my father and his visit had nothing to do with OCC.”
“Everything going on in this office has to do with OCC,” he said. She chuckled. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” he snapped.
“Bill, chill out, what is wrong with you?” she asked.
“I don’t see how you can be this nonchalant. This place is falling apart. The volunteers are deserting us for cash-paying jobs with politicians and in a few weeks we’re gonna be left holding nothing but our—”
“Bill. Seriously, what is wrong with you?”
“Me? You. What the hell is going on? I read in Danny’s blog this morning that you attended the Knights Ball last Saturday evening and hung out with the Washington family. So, what’s going on? Is OCC getting in bed with the mayor now?”
Gia immediately took umbrage. “I am not getting into bed with the mayor. And you need to rein your friend in. He’s tearing this office apart with his insinuations and lies.”
“How far from the truth is he? What the hell is going on, Gia? Are we in this together or not?”
“First of all, I didn’t hang out with the Washington family at the Knights Ball. I was there with a friend and they were also there. Yes, I ran into them. My friend Val is friends with them. We spoke. We talked. And yes, Keith Washington and I danced. But that’s all you need to know.”
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