“Thick… eyebrows.”
“Not that. Say it.” He drove into her. Hard strokes angled to hit her clit. “Finish what you started.”
“Thick… thighs.”
Faster. Harder. Shit, Sky was soaking wet. “Tell me before I come.”
He kept moving, pushing into her with everything he had. The bed banged against the wall with the force of his exertion. Sky raised her legs to his shoulders, which had him sinking into her even deeper.
“Fuck, Sky. Tell me.”
She rocked against him, her knees to her chest. Sky’s eyes closed and her mouth opened on a perpetual moan.
“Malcolm, oh god, Malcolm.”
She came, her walls clenching and pulsing and driving him to the brink of sanity.
Like a great beast of prey, he chased after her. Pumping fast and hard and wild. And when Sky yanked his hair, and he opened his eyes to look down at her, two words sent him hurling over the edge.
“Thick… dick.”
5
Sky awoke to too many physical demands competing for her attention. One, she had to go to the bathroom. Two, she’d missed her post-jog protein drink, which meant she hadn’t eaten since nine this morning. Three, her sex clenched, Sky on the verge of an orgasm. Malcolm’s fingers ushering her there.
Panting, she thrust her hips into his fingers and then her bare ass against his hard dick. Shit, the man knew how to wake a woman, his fingers a sublime alarm clock.
The heel of his hand rubbed against her clitoris, his mouth on her neck and his right hand in her bed-mussed hair. Sky closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, rolling with the pleasure Malcolm gave her. Reaching back, Sky found his hair. God, she loved Malcolm’s dreadlocks. He kept them so nice. The pride he took in his appearance extended to his long, elegant coils.
Crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs tight, Sky rocked against his hand and fingers. The erupting tension of her orgasm rose up and out of her, sending tingling spasms of pleasure through her.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
She did, jerking her hips hard and fast to wrench every bit of toe-curling sensations from his hand and her stimulated clit. He thumbed the hard nub, flicking it over and again and pressing with the right amount of force to have her screaming and panting and begging Malcolm to not stop.
He slipped inside of her, Sky vaguely realizing Malcolm already wore a condom. But damn, the smoothness of the latex made him feel almost bare inside of her.
Onto her stomach Sky went, Malcolm overtop and driving into her. He wedged his hand between her wet sex and the mattress, finding her clit again and stroking. Yes, between the wonderful weight of him and his relentless thrusts and steady, persistent fingers, it didn’t take long for Sky to come again.
Malcolm came with her, doubling their pleasure as he spent himself inside the condom.
Heavy breathing coated her ear and neck. A spent and sated Malcolm Styles felt good atop her, but he wouldn’t stay in that position for long. His weight and need to get rid of the condom would have him moving off her sooner than she’d like.
A minute later, Malcolm slipped out of her and off the bed. He wrapped the used condom in a few tissues and tossed it in the wastebasket before climbing back into bed beside her.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Women aren’t like men. We shouldn’t have sex on a full bladder.”
“Not romantic post-sex conversation.”
“You asked.”
“I did, but you chose to elaborate.”
Sky took care of her needs and washed her hands, hoping Malcolm wouldn’t call her on her lack of elaboration when he asked her other more personal questions. Thankfully, he didn’t, so she padded out to the living room, found her discarded robe and put it on.
“Are you hungry?” she yelled to him. Then thought about Malcolm’s tendency toward double entendres and added, “For food? Would you like me to make you something to eat?”
The time on her stove read five after six. How long had they slept? More importantly, how many times had they had sex before collapsing from exhaustion and hedonism?
In nothing but a pair of black, skintight micro-mesh boxers that stopped above his knees, Malcolm joined her in the kitchen. She could do without the image of him in underwear that drew her eye, whether coming or going.
“Eyes above the waist.”
“They are.”
“Unless my waist has dropped to dick level, they aren’t.” Malcolm chuckled, and Sky rolled her eyes. “I am hungry… for food. What do you have? Do you need me to help you cook?”
“That would be nice. Thank you. I went grocery shopping after work yesterday, so the kitchen’s stocked.” Sky opened the fridge. “What about hoisin-glazed salmon with broccoli and sesame rice?”
“Sounds good. Now I’m wondering why we’ve never done this before.”
In ways she didn’t like to think about, Malcolm and Robert were alike. They both created openings, or what Sky thought of as traps, to get her to open up about topics best left ignored.
“I also have plenty of ingredients in here for a green salad. You can begin on that while I get the salmon and broccoli ready.”
Sky pulled out everything they needed, placing the items on the kitchen island and preheating the oven. In no time, they had broccoli and fish in foil packs in the oven, rice on the stovetop and garden salad tossed and chilling in the fridge. Thanks to Malcolm’s ingenuity, he’d turned her French bread into garlic bread.
“How did you learn how to make homemade garlic bread? Your mother?”
“No. I once dated a sous chef. She micromanaged our relationship like it was the kitchen of the restaurant where she worked. I lost one hundred thirty pounds after I broke up with her.”
“What?”
“Lighten up, Sky. That’s how much Nia weighed. It was my attempt at a joke. Some topics, you lose your sense of humor. So, are exes on the list of things we won’t talk about?”
Oven mitts on, Sky removed the foil packs from the oven and placed them on a cooling rack on the counter.
“Do you really want to hear about my past relationships and former lovers?”
She leaned against the counter, arms at her side, and brow arched. Sky had no problem telling Malcolm about the few other men in her life if he truly wanted to know. She wasn’t ashamed of those relationships, although she didn’t see how they were relevant to what she had and hoped to build with Malcolm.
“Did you actually love any of them?”
“Not enough.”
“Not enough for what?”
Not enough to let them inside. Not enough to overcome her fear of commitment. Not enough to place her trust in another person. Not enough, Sky Ellis.
She shook her head, afraid she’d ruin what she had with Malcolm before she figured out what he could mean to her.
“It doesn’t matter. The past is best left there. I don’t care about the women who came before me. And the men who came before you are no longer in my life. Will you accept that answer and let it drop?”
Malcolm left little alone, she’d come to learn. He tucked away bits of information like a squirrel preparing for winter. She could see the wheels turning in his brain, through eyes that watched and saw too much. Malcolm may have a kind nature, but a fierce lion dwelled within the man.
He’d hunted her until she couldn’t run anymore, choosing to give in than fight her feelings for him. Now that he’d tasted her, pleasured her, hell, marked Sky, Malcolm wouldn’t be easily denied.
“For now. Don’t run from me.”
“Don’t push.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Thank you. Come on, let’s eat before our dinner gets cold.”
Malcolm had already cleared off the island and laid down place settings so all Sky had to do was put their food on their plates. She turned on the television to a slow jazz cable station, which they listened to while they ate their dinner.
She mi
ght have taken even longer to invite Malcolm to her home if she hadn’t run into him on the pier today. Sitting there with him, good food and even better conversation, she wished she knew how to build and keep instead of only attract then run off.
There were good brothas out there. Sky had dated her share of them. But good men didn’t stick around when a woman couldn’t trust his love and intentions.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Past mistakes.”
They lounged in bed, one of Sky’s favorite horror movies on, Malcolm propped against three pillows and her head on his chest. He smelled of the strawberry body wash he used when they took a shower together. Well, they eventually got around to washing after Malcolm fucked her against the shower wall.
“What time is it?”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No, if I were, I would just tell you to leave.” Sky kissed his chest so he’d know she was playing. “Seriously, if there’s someplace you need to be or something you need to do, I’ll get dressed and drive you home.”
“What if I want to stay?”
She lifted her head from his chest to find Malcolm’s cool, assessing eyes on her. “You mean stay the night?”
“Yeah, how would you feel about that? Like running?”
A little. Good thing Malcolm couldn’t hear her racing heart or he wouldn’t believe her when she said, “I don’t mind you staying the night.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure you’re pushing, when you said you wouldn’t.”
“I am, but you knew I would. Just as I know I’ll have to chase you when you decide to bolt when you come face-to-face with whatever prevented you from committing to those other guys. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you didn’t or I wouldn’t be here with you now. Just know, I’m ready to cross that bridge when we get there.”
Sky opened her mouth to reply, then decided nothing she could say would matter or change his opinion. He was right, and they both knew it.
She laid down, but not on Malcolm’s chest. “I prefer the right side of the bed and don’t like a cover hog. I’ll also need an hour of quiet time to read and think before I turn in for the night, so don’t be offended when I leave you in here and go into the living room.”
“How much solitude time do you really need?”
“At least two hours. I was being polite.”
“I know how to entertain myself. You have cable, books, Wi-Fi and a laptop, and I saw a fitness center on my way up here. Is it open twenty-four hours?”
She nodded.
“Good. Then I’ll be fine while you’re in your woman cave. Now come back over here and stop being so moody.”
Sky didn’t budge from her spot, defiant in the face of his arched eyebrow. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”
“This.” Malcolm pounced, moving fast and taking Sky by surprise. He pinned her wrists above her head and to the mattress, his hard body over hers. Malcolm kissed her, rough, wet and sloppy. “Bossy and independent don’t always work in bed. I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”
He silenced her comeback without another hard kiss. Knees pushed her thighs apart, and his erection rubbed against her opening.
Unable to stop herself, Sky arched into him, suddenly wanton and desperate to feel Malcolm inside her again. But he toyed with her, penetrating her with shallow thrusts of the tip of his penis. The way his body held her down, she couldn’t manage the kind of leverage she needed to lift her legs and hips to force him deeper inside.
“Tell me you want me.”
“You know I want you.”
“All of me, Sky? Do you want all of me?”
Another damn double entendre. They would be the death of her, or Malcolm, after she killed him for screwing with her mind and body.
He penetrated Sky another inch but withdrew before she could fully enjoy having him inside her. He did it again. And again. And again.
“M-Malcolm…”
Damn, Sky had never begged any man for an orgasm, but she needed him to stop torturing her and let her come. She leaned up and took hold of the ear with the diamond stud earring, sucking, then rimming, the lobe with her tongue.
Malcolm’s pleased moan had him slipping farther inside her, then all the way when she clamped down on his neck and bit him the way he’d done her earlier. If Malcolm could mark and claim her, Sky could damn sure do the same to him.
The part of her brain not connected to the raw passion that seemed to exist between them since the day they met, knew they were having sex without a condom. Knew and fought hard to remember that bad shit happened when a couple didn’t practice safe sex.
“Malcolm,” she said against his lips, a moan and a warning.
“I know. I know. I’m going to get one.”
With more self-control than she had, Malcolm pulled out, slipped on a condom, and was back inside her in under a minute.
The phone rang. No way would she ask him to stop again. Not that the interruption halted his movements. He kept going, and the phone kept ringing. After five rings and before voicemail picked up, the caller hung up. Then called right back.
Malcolm swore. “If we continue to ignore the phone, will the person keep calling back?”
If the caller were who she thought it was, he would. “It’s my father. I’m an hour late with my weekly call. He’s more stubborn than me.”
The phone died down again but started right back up.
“He can wait. Ignore it. Can you do that?” She kissed Malcolm again, trying to redirect his attention to her and away from the incessant ringing.
After the fifth call, Robert gave up, and Malcolm and Sky rediscovered their rhythm. It didn’t take them long to come. Reaching the finish line hadn’t been as rewarding as it could’ve been without the interruption, but it was still damn good.
“Sorry about that.” Sky forced herself out of bed and to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she reached inside and pulled out a pair of black lace panties and matching camisole, which she donned while Malcolm watched her from the bed. “I need to call Robert.”
“Who’s that?”
“My father.”
“You call your father by his first name? I tried that once and got a slap upside my head. I’d sooner call my dad Mr. Styles than Charles.”
She’d called Robert “Dad” once. When she used to have nightmares, Sky could feel the slap from his enraged wife. She hadn’t told her mother, even when she saw the bruise on her face. That had been the first time Sky saw her mother cry and the last time she’d called Robert “Dad.”
The next day, her grandmother came for an unexpected visit and stayed with Sky while her mother went out. As a girl, she hadn’t understood her mother’s guilt or the rage and sadness that had overcome her. That same rage had sent Sade Page out the next day to confront Robert’s wife.
“I don’t give a damn what I’ve done, Mom, Sky’s innocent. That bitch had no right to hurt my child.” Sky didn’t hear her nana’s response, she’d scurried back upstairs before they caught her eavesdropping.
“I’m going to go into the living room and call him back. If I don’t, he’ll start calling my cell phone. I’m surprised he hasn’t already.”
“I can mute the TV. You don’t have to leave.”
“I know.”
She left anyway, snatching up her phone from the nightstand and taking it with her into the living room. Sky felt Malcolm’s disapproving eyes on her as she left him alone in the bedroom. She’d been pushed by him enough for one day. He would have to accept a few closed doors in her life if he wanted to be with her. Robert was a non-negotiable.
“Are you okay?” he blurted into the phone after the first ring.
Sky slumped onto her couch. “I’m fine. Just because I didn’t answer, doesn’t mean something’s wrong.”
“So you deliberately didn’t answer when I called.”
“I was in the middle of something.”
“I c
alled five times. It wouldn’t have taken but a minute to answer and let me know you were too busy to talk. I worry, you know.”
“Yes, I know. I should’ve answered. You’re right. I apologize.”
“You apologize? You’ve never apologized to me. Now I know something is wrong. Is someone holding you at gunpoint?”
“Ha, ha, very funny.”
“Wait, what were you doing when I called?”
“It doesn’t matter. How was your week?”
“My week was fine, now answer my question.”
Malcolm appeared at the edge of the kitchen, dressed. Her heart raced and throat tightened. Was he leaving because she’d shut down on him about Robert? He wore his jacket and shoes, but he also held her car keys in his hand.
“If you don’t mind me borrowing your car, I thought I’d run home, pack an overnight bag, and get another box of condoms before coming back here. That should give you plenty of time to talk to your dad without feeling rushed to cut your conversation short because you have company.”
“Who’s that? Is that a man’s voice I hear in the background?”
Sky swallowed, her heart still pounding from the irrational fear of losing Malcolm so soon after having found him.
“Hold on a minute.”
Sky dropped her phone on the couch and ran to Malcolm, who opened his arms and let her crash into him with the weight of her abandonment issues.
“Come back.”
“I only live twenty minutes away.”
“Just promise me you’ll come back.”
“I promise.”
Sky didn’t remember Malcolm leaving, but she was embarrassingly sure he’d had to pry her arms from around him to get out the door.
“Okay, so tell me his name. How long have you known each other? How long have you been dating? When can I meet him? Are you having safe sex?”
Sky hung up on her father, and Robert called right back.
6
I assume you’re aware of EBC’s policy governing dating in the workplace.”
Despite knowing his relationship with Sky couldn’t go unnoticed by others forever, the call from Edward Alston, Dean, College of Behavioral & Social Sciences, had still taken Malcolm by surprise. He figured with him away from campus on summer vacation and not visiting Sky at work, he’d have time to solidify his relationship with her before going public at work.
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