Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Good, because I like doing it to you.” He added another finger and Brandi had to bite her lips so she wouldn’t scream out too loudly. He gently fucked her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her. She wanted more but knew they couldn’t go much further than this; otherwise, she would be totally lost.
Just then, there was a sharp knock on the door.
“Hey, Brandi, what’s taking you so long in there?” Christa, her coworker and the other hygienist at the office, was on the other side of the door.
Holy shit!
Mason stood up abruptly and withdrew his fingers before helping her off the counter. In a frantic hurry, she pulled her pants up. She realized she probably looked a mess, but it was better to look a mess than if Christa had walked into the office to see Mason’s head planted firmly between her thighs.
“Excuse me!” The door burst open and they jumped away guiltily. Christa stared open-mouthed at the two of them.
“Christa, what…what do you want?” Brandi asked, adjusting her clothes. She was mortified.
“Well, I wondered if you needed my help, but I can see you are handling things just fine on your own. Umm, Mr. Collins, your fly is open.” Christa left them alone again, closing the door behind her.
Mason’s face turned a bright red that nearly matched his hair. “I’m sorry, Brandi. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” He looked so contrite it was hard to be angry with him. Besides, it was as much her fault as it was his. It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t wanted him as badly as she did.
“I won’t get in trouble. Christa may use this incident to blackmail me into a few free lunches but she’s not a blabbermouth. I guess we both got a little carried away.”
“That’s the understatement of the year. And don’t trivialize what happened.”
“I’m not. I was just making a statement.”
He visibly relaxed. “You’ll still come see me on Friday night, then?”
“I said I would, but Lord knows why.” She stared at him, trying to figure out what hold he had over her. “What the hell have you done to me?”
“The same thing you’ve done to me. Brandi, this was meant to be.”
“Don’t talk like that, Mason. It’s just going to be sex, okay?”
“It’s more than sex. Much more.”
“No. Let’s get something straight. I’m not in the market for a relationship right now. Things are too crazy in my life already, and when I do decide to involve myself with someone romantically again, it will be with a black man.”
He took a step back as though she had just slapped him. “I didn’t realize you had a problem with my being white. It sure as hell didn’t seem that way when you were begging me to touch you.”
She could feel a headache coming on. Why was he giving her a hard time when she had gone against all her principles and agreed to sleep with him? He was the one to suggest a fling in the first place.
“Look, I’m attracted to you. Hell, I haven’t felt like this since my husband died, but my children come first. My son especially will need the influence of a strong black man in his life. No offense, but if we have this affair, I don’t want my kids to know about it.”
“Don’t give me that crap about race. When you’re in my arms, do you see a man or do you see a white man? Are you ashamed of me?”
“I don’t care what race you are, but there are other factors to consider.”
“Obviously you do care since you brought it up. As for your son needing a black male influence in his life, do you think he really cares about race, either? When he made friends with Ben, do you think he saw a color? I don’t think so.”
“Why are you being so difficult? It was your idea to just have sex.”
“And we both know I just said that so you would agree to see me again. I’m not going to pussyfoot around the issue and tell you that I don’t want our relationship to extend beyond the bedroom, because that wouldn’t be true.”
“Well, sex is all I’m willing to offer.” That sounded cruel to even her own ears, but if she conceded anymore of herself to him, she didn’t know what would happen.
“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ll see you Friday.” He made it a statement.
She wanted to tell him no, but her traitorous body wouldn’t let her. “Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
She watched him walk away. He was still wearing the bib. “Umm, Mason….”
He turned around with an expectant look. “Yes?”
“You left your bib on.”
His face fell. Ripping off the paper bib, he threw it to the chair before stalking away.