Heat Wave
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“Trey, wait!”
“Don’t argue with me, woman! We’re going out to celebrate!”
Choice giggled. Trey was obviously excited and his joy was infectious. “What are we celebrating?”
“My continuing to work at McKinley Black . . . and us.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll explain everything when I see you. I’ll meet you in an hour.”
“Make it two; I just got home.”
“I can’t wait that long. An hour and a half.” Trey gave her the address. “Take a taxi.”
An hour and fifteen minutes later, Choice arrived at a hotel near Times Square. Trey met her in the lobby and enveloped her in his signature tight embrace before planting a quick kiss on her mouth.
“Trey, what in the world is going on?”
“You’ll see. Wait here.” Trey walked to the concierge and then came back for Choice. “Let’s have a drink.”
They stepped into the cozy bar and found a booth. Trey moved to let Choice slide in first, and then slid so close next to her that there wasn’t even room for air between them.
“You’re crazy,” Choice said, unable to wipe the smile off her face. “What are you up to?”
“Girl, let me taste those juicy lips. You know what I need as soon as I see you.”
Choice complied, and after a long, wet lip-lock, Trey nestled Choice into his arms and told her about his summary dismissal the week before.
“I knew it,” Choice exclaimed. “I knew that Remington would have you fired. Trey, I’m so sorry.”
“No worries, baby girl. I had an ace up my sleeve.” Trey then told Choice about the proposal and the partners’ about-face when they realized what the firm stood to lose. He figured he could tell her later about what Denise had confided in him . . . that Remington had asked her to join him in Hawaii for the holidays, and that she’d agreed.
She squealed. “Oh. My. Goodness. I would love to have seen the look on my father’s and Jeffrey’s faces when you told them that. What did they do?”
“Started stumbling over their words like a baby learning to crawl. I could tell your dad didn’t really want to let me go,” Trey continued. He glanced at Choice. “I’m surprised Charles didn’t have more backbone and stand up for what he thought was right.”
Choice turned and looked at Trey. “He didn’t have a choice.” She then told Trey about her father’s humble beginnings and how instrumental Jeffrey Black’s family had been in helping him become a success, how Jeffrey’s father became the one Charles never had, mentoring and sponsoring him throughout his high school and college years. About how when it came to the business, Jeffrey and Charles would always have each other’s back; that it was McKinley and Black against the world. Their word was gospel and anyone with those last names had the power to make their word law. “My dad is loyal to a fault,” Choice finished. “But he means well.”
“No worries. It’s all good.” Trey looked at his watch. “Okay, come on. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
Trey turned mischievous eyes in her direction. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
They walked to the bank of elevators. Trey punched the number for the top floor. The doors closed and Trey’s hands were immediately all over Choice. “Baby, we never did get to finish what we started in that elevator.” He tried to put his hands under her dress.
“Trey, stop!” Choice hissed. “I don’t want somebody seeing me with my dress hiked all up around my waist.”
The elevator bell dinged and Trey stepped away from her. “I’ma let you off the hook . . . for now.”
They stepped through the doors and were immediately assailed by the wind created from a helicopter’s swirling wings and the drone of its engine.
“Is this for us?” Choice squealed. “I always wanted to take a helicopter ride!”
Five minutes later, Trey and Choice were enjoying amazingly scenic views of some of New York’s most iconic landmarks: the three famous bridges, the United Nations and Chrysler buildings, Yankee Stadium, Times Square, Central Park, and of course, a close-up of the Statute of Liberty. The private ride lasted for twenty-five minutes and was one of the most amazing things Choice had ever done in her life.
“That was wonderful,” she said once the helicopter had landed and she and Trey had stepped out. She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
Trey placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re welcome.”
They walked to the bank of elevators. One immediately opened up, but when Choice turned to step into it, Trey stopped her. “Wait a minute. Let’s take another one.”
“Why? There was no one in that one. Trey . . .”
“Look, just chill, okay? I didn’t feel good about that elevator.”
Choice looked at him questioningly but said nothing further. Soon, another elevator door opened and a hotel employee stepped out. Trey greeted the gentleman, shook his hand, and then motioned for Choice to get inside. The elevator had just begun its descent when it stopped suddenly.
Choice’s eyes widened. “Oh no. What happened?”
Trey looked at the row of numbers. They were stuck on the thirty-ninth floor. “I don’t know. We’re not moving.”
“Obviously . . . but why?” Choice fought the urge to panic and reached for the phone.
“Uh, hold up, baby. Let me call the front desk from my cell phone.” Trey punched in a set of numbers, told the person who answered that they were stuck in the elevator. “They said not to worry,” he told Choice once he’d hung up, taking off his jacket as he stepped toward her.
“What are you doing?” Choice asked, stepping back until she hit the elevator wall.
“I’m . . . feeling rather hot,” Trey said. He let his jacket hit the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Trey, it’s not that hot in here. How long did they say it would be before help arrived?”
Trey shrugged. “A half hour, hour . . . they didn’t know.” He reached for his belt buckle. Seconds later, his pants hit the floor. “Aren’t you hot, baby?” Trey placed his hands on either side of Choice’s head, his body pinning hers to the wall. “Umm, you feel hot,” he whispered, as he began a slow grind against her midsection.
“Trey,” Choice said, swallowing hard. “I . . . don’t know if . . . this is such a good idea.” Even so, her legs spread at Trey’s urging, and soon his fingers had found her paradise.
Trey stopped and abruptly pulled Choice’s dress over her head. He unclasped her bra and ripped off her thong. His movements were methodical, decisive, like a man on a mission. The blatant show of alpha maleness turned Choice on. She dropped to her knees and licked his already rigid weapon into further hardness. Trey entangled his fingers in her hair, reveling in her actions. But not for long. He wanted to be inside her, had dreamed of this moment since the Fourth of July. He stepped away from her, whipped out a condom, and then in one fluid motion, he lifted Choice and pinned her against the wall.
“Later, we’ll do it nice and easy,” he whispered. “But right now, I want it hard and rough.”
Choice nodded her agreement. Trey poised his weapon at her point of entry and then eased her down onto nine inches of pure ecstasy. They settled into a frantic rhythm, with Choice’s whimpers and Trey’s grunts piercing the silence. Choice grabbed the bar behind her, allowing Trey to grab her hips and take control of the ride. His thrusts were strong and unrelenting, branding her from front to back and side to side. All Trey could think of was how perfectly she sheathed his sword, and he wanted to “fence” forever.
But Choice’s trembling legs told him it was not to be, at least not right now. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and buried her head in his neck to keep from crying out. Her body bucked with the intensity of the orgasm, and soon Trey grimaced with his own noteworthy release. They slid to the cool floor, totally spent.
“Hey, haven’t we been here before?” Trey asked.
“We’ve bee
n close,” Choice said. “But nothing has ever felt like this.”
Once they’d regained their breathing, they quickly dressed. Trey used the key that the employee he’d bribed had given him, and Choice frantically searched her purse for some perfume. By the time the elevator dinged on the first floor, they stepped out looking like a normal, respectable couple. Hand in hand they left the hotel, got into a cab, and then burst out laughing.
“You’re dangerous,” Choice said, pointing an accusing finger at Trey. “I can’t believe I just did that with you.”
“Hmph, you’re the one who’s dangerous . . . got a brothah trippin’.” Trey gave Choice a sideways look, his pole twitching from the pleasure it had just experienced. “I think you might be just a little too hot to handle.”
“Well, you know what they say,” Choice innocently countered. “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.”
Trey scooted over and pulled Choice into his arms. “Naw, I like playing with fire,” he whispered, rolling his tongue around Choice’s earlobe and getting her excited all over again. “If a flame is the analogy for this love we’re feeling? Then, baby, I say let it burn.”
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