Thanks to You – Love is in the Air Read Online ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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I kiss him one more time before eventually climbing out of his bed and walk naked back to kitchen area and silently put my clothes back on. I look around his apartment one more time before leaving in the open elevator.

This time, a different doorman opens the door for me.

“Have an excellent day, Miss,” he says, tipping his hat to me as well.

“You know, I believe I will. You too, Drake,” I reply after looking at his name badge.

“Can I hail you a taxi?”

“That would be great,” I say, waiting as he pulls a whistle out his pocket, blowing into it. Like magic four cabs pulls up to the curb. He opens the door and I wave to him as I climb inside. “Thank you.” He shuts the door and give the driver my address.

Only then do I allow tears to fall down my face. I’ve never regretting something more than I do right now. Oh, I don’t regret what we did, that was beyond amazing, but leaving him seemed right at the time, but now that I’m gone, it doesn’t. At home, I take a hot shower and climb into bed. It’s Saturday and I have nowhere to be, so I can remember every kiss, every touch, every sensation as we worshiped each other.

Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll run into him again.

CHAPTER 6

AYERTON

Waking up, I stretch and take a second to reflect on last night and this morning, marveling at how much this girl is made for me. No matter how many times I turned her over and slid inside her warm, wet heat, she never rebuffed me or tried to slow down. She was just as greedy as I am and that fucking cemented everything.

Turning over I look, ready to get my good morning nibble, but find the bed empty. “What the hell?” Naked and confused, I walk around calling her name, checking all of the rooms. Finding the place empty, I walk into my bedroom, pissed and beyond horny. I throw on some jogging pants and a shirt. Grabbing the car keys, I jump in the elevator and make it downstairs.

The lobby is full of people, and it is not lost on me that this is not my normal attire. Huh. Nor is this my routine. I am usually out of bed and in the office by now. Just one of a million ways I am sure she is going to change me. But first, I am going to spank her ass for running.

Driving to her place, I try to put myself in her shoes. She goes home with a stranger, sleeps with him and then let’s him fuck her all through the night. I know this is not her normal routine considering how many times she reminded me that ‘she doesn’t do this’. I politely told her it doesn’t matter to me if she does or doesn’t. I am going to be her last and only from this moment forward.

She looked like a trapped little kitten until I slid my dick in her. Then she turned into a tigress. Hell, I probably still have blood from the scratches she left on my back. Which is why I just can't figure out why the hell she left. One of the many times I took her, we cuddled for a bit and talked afterward. She told me about school and her parents. I know her life was similar to mine in that we both come from solid families, but hers was lonely as an only child and her parents had her late in life.

Neither of us mentioned past relationships, thank God. I didn’t want to commit homicide so close to finally finding my forever. So, none of it fits and even if it did, I am not taking any excuses. She should have been in my bed, in my arms, waiting for me to make love to her before we had to go to work.

Parking, I walk inside the building, further pissed she is living somewhere without security. “Who is it?” she asks, after I knock.

“Ayerton.” I tell her matter of factly like we have been dating forever. She opens the door, only minutely and looks at me in shock. “You look through the peephole, sweetness?” Her shocked face now becomes indignant.

“Of course, I did. I am not a child. What are you doing here?”

“You left.” She has the decency to look sheepish before she answers.

“Well, yes. That’s what we do when we have a one-night stand. We sneak out and do the walk of shame.” I raise my eyebrow wondering how the hell she knows. I take one step and she stutters. “So, I am told.” That better be how she knows.

“This,” I move my hands back and forth between us, “is no one-night stand, sweetness. I thought I made that clear last night.”


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