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  She rose and crossed the room to him. Sliding her hands down his chest and over his stomach, she kneeled in front of him. Tilting her head back, she stared up at him. “I'm okay with your past relationship with her as long as she realizes you are now mine. And if I catch her disappearing down any more wooded trails with you, I'll slap her so damn hard, she'd end up in the middle of the following week!”

  “She just needed to talk.”

  “About that?”

  “She's in love with a man who doesn't love her.”

  She tensed and stared up at him. “Who?”

  “I don't know. She didn't say.”

  She stroked her hands over his pubic hair. “Are you sure you're not the man she's in love with?”

  “Of course I'm sure. She just needed to talk to me.”

  “As long as that's all she wanted from you.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his pubic hair. “This is mine and I'll be damned if I'll share it or you with anyone else.”

  “I'd never ask or expect that of you, Darbi.”

  “Good,” she whispered, parted her lips, and outlined the length of his cock with her tongue. She kissed his balls and slowly drew his flaccid shaft between her lips and into her mouth.

  “Ooh, honey.”

  Cupping her free hand under his balls, she sucked him with a leisurely hunger, savoring the experience of feeling him slowly, steadily lengthening and thickening in her mouth.

  When the tremors in his body signaled he was about to climax, she continue to gently fondle his balls, but drew back until a third of his cock remained between her lips.

  “Oh, honey, here I come!”

  She withdrew his cock and pressed it against her lips. The first jet of cum shot against her mouth. She parted her lips and pumping him, directed the next eruptions onto her tongue.

  She held him by one hip and swallowed each mini explosion. When the last of his seed splashed against her tongue, she kissed his cock and rose to face him.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his lips against her neck. “I love you.”

  She stroked her hands down his back. “I love you too.” She drew away to smile at him. “Now I want to go to sleep in your arms.”

  He took her hand and they went to the bedroom. Half an hour later, she lay awake listening to the sound of deep, regular breathing. She slipped out of bed, pulled on one of his pajama tops, and walked to the living room. Sinking into the loveseat, she called her mother.

  “Hi, Mom, I know it's late, but I needed to talk to you.”

  “Darbi! This is a surprise, darling. I almost didn't answer the phone because I didn't recognize the number.”

  “I ... I'm not at home, Mom. I'm with ... a friend.”

  “A male friend?”

  She closed her eyes briefly. Why was her mother always so perceptive? “Yes. I wanted to tell you about him.”

  “I'm listening.”

  She moistened her lips. “I think things are getting serious between us and I wanted you to know about him. His name is Clay Frazier and he --”

  “Frazier? Isn't that the name of your company's main rival?”

  She nodded. Her mother had always taken an interest in her career and they often discussed her professional options. “Yes.”

  “Is that ... wise?”

  “Probably not, but ... we've been seeing each other for about ... nine weeks and --”

  “You're spending nights with him.”

  “Yes.”

  “Somehow I got the impression he was white.”

  “He is. Is that a problem for you, Mom?”

  “If you're spending nights with him and telling me about him, he must be very special.”

  “I ... I love him, Mom.”

  “How does he feel?”

  She smiled. “He loves me too.”

  “Then why don't you sound happier, Darbi? Is there something you're not telling me? He's not married. Is he?”

  “I wouldn't knowingly sleep with a married man, Mom.”

  “Then what's wrong?”

  “Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to tell you about him.” She fell silent and waited for the question she dreaded.

  “Will I be meeting him soon?”

  “It's early days yet, Mom. I just wanted to ...” She moistened her lips, recalling all their lovemaking without a condom or birth control pills. “I ... it's early days yet.”

  “If he loves you and makes you happy, Darbi, that's all that matters to me. I understand that things have changed and you might no longer share my values ...”

  She sighed in relief, knowing that was as close as her mother would come to telling her she would reluctantly accept Darbi living with Clay. “It's not that, Mom, it's just that ...”

  “He doesn't share them?”

  “No.”

  “But you love him anyway?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Then ... I will do my best to not be so old-fashioned and accept things that make you happy.”

  “Thanks, Mom. I know it's late, so I'll let you go. I love you.”

  “I love you, Darbi.”

  “Good night.”

  “Good night.”

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair, praying she would not have to test her mother's new resolve.

  Chapter Ten

  Clay kissed her awake the next morning. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

  Smiling, she rolled from her side on to her back and opened her eyes. Dressed in a pair of sweat shorts and holding a tray, Clay sat on the bed. She sat against the headboard and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning, Prince Charming.”

  He kissed her cheek. “I fixed breakfast.” He caressed her thighs.

  She parted them.

  He reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. “Let's eat, then I want some pussy.”

  “Hmmm. I should have known you had an ulterior motive for making me breakfast.”

  He grinned. “What can I tell you? I can't get enough of you.”

  She rewarded him with a quick kiss. Her nostrils twitched. “Something smells absolutely delicious. What did you make?”

  “Lift up the warming covers and see for yourself.”

  She did and caught her breath. A long, black jeweler's box was under the first cover. She picked it up and looked at him. “What is it?”

  “Open it and see if you like it.”

  She removed the top. Inside was a diamond tennis bracelet. “Oh, Clay! It's beautiful!”

  “So are you. Turn it over.”

  She turned the bracelet over. Her eyes misted as she read the inscription: I love you. Clay. She slipped her arms around his neck. “Oh, Clay! I love you too!”

  He kissed her cheek, took the bracelet, and put it around her left wrist. He removed the covers from the two remaining trays revealing an omelet and lightly buttered toast. “Now, eat up.”

  “You only brought one fork. Are we sharing?”

  He leered at her. “You're having eggs and toast for breakfast, I'm having pussy.”

  She laughed and picked up her fork. After she ate, she went into the bathroom. When she returned twenty minutes later, he crawled between her legs and ate her. Just as she was about to come, he rose above her and thrust into her.

  She moaned, shuddered, raked her nails down his back, and exploded. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and fucked her hard through her climax. As she lay savoring the sweet aftershocks of pleasure, he groaned and came.

  While she normally liked having him lay on top after he'd come, her breasts were sore. She touched his shoulder. “Clay? You're feeling kind of heavy.”

  “I'm sorry, sweet.” He rolled off her.

  She turned onto her side, he curled his body behind hers, and they fell asleep. As they showered together later, she shook her head when he wanted to suck her breasts. “Clay, don't.”

  “What's the matter?”

  “Nothing. They're just a little sore. They're always
sore just before I get my period.”

  “Is it time for your period?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh. Then I guess you're not pregnant.”

  “Are you sure you want me to be?”

  He nodded. “Of course I’m sure. That’s not a decision I made lightly. I'm looking forward to fathering babies with you and watching your stomach grow into a sexy round ball.”

  She felt a flash of guilt, but it didn't seem an appropriate time to tell him she was back on the pill. She grimaced. “My stomach is already round enough, thank you.”

  “I love your stomach and when it gets rounder and sexier, there will be even more to love about it and you.”

  Her eyes misted and she linked his arms around his neck. How could he say such sweet things she knew he meant and yet not want to marry her? “Last night after you fell asleep, I called my mother and told her about you.”

  He tensed and lifted his head to look down at her. “And?”

  “And ... she will try to be ... open minded.”

  “She will? You told her I'm white?”

  “Yes.”

  “And that we don't need marriage to --”

  “I didn't exactly tell her that.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged. “I wanted her to know about you, but I didn't want to dump a heavy load on her all at once.”

  “Darbi --”

  “She's not ready to hear you're not interested in marrying me, Clay.”

  “On, honey, don’t make it sound as if I don’t care about you.”

  “I know you love me and I know my mother. I’ll have to work my way up to leveling with her. Okay?”

  He kissed her cheek. “Okay.”

  * * *

  “So you're Clayton's woman.”

  Darbi blushed as she and Betty Johns stood side by side checking their make-up in the restaurant's rest room that night. “Yes ... but I don't know for how long.”

  She watched the other woman's dark eyes widen. “What's wrong? Please don't leave him. I've never seen him so content. You're good for him.”

  “I love him, but --”

  “He loves you. Even if he hasn't admitted it to you, surely you must know it. I knew the moment I saw how he looked at you.”

  Darbi put her blotter away and turned to face Betty. “He has told me how he feels.”

  “Then what's wrong?”

  “He doesn't believe in marriage and I need marriage to feel as if ... I need that final commitment of marriage.”

  “Oh. Is that all?” Betty dismissed her statement with a wave of her hand. “I've known that boy since he was ...” She grimaced. “Since he was actually a boy and I am telling you he loves you. Has he told you how close we are?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you know how many women he's wanted me to meet in all the years I’ve known him?”

  He'd said he'd never really been in love, but surely he'd thought he was a time or two. “Two or three?”

  “You are the only woman he's ever gone out of his way to introduce me to, which in itself tells me how deeply he feels about you. Just give him a little time to get used to the idea that you need the commitment of marriage and I know he won't let you down.”

  “You think so?”

  “Of course I do.” She surprised Darbi by reaching over and hugging her. “Just give him some time and things will work out fine.”

  * * *

  “I thought you and Darbi were an item.”

  Seated in one of the airport's lounges waiting for his flight, Clay put his drink down and frowned across the table at Damien. “We're more than an item.”

  “Hmmm. Then why did you leave her to disappear with Cami at the picnic on Saturday? Where did you two go? What did you do while you were together?”

  “I'll tell you what I wasn't doing and that's having unprotected sex with her.”

  Damien's gaze narrowed. “You had sex with her while Darbi --”

  “No, I didn't have sex with her! You know damned well I don't sleep with more than one woman at a time. She needed to talk. We talked.”

  “What about?”

  “What is your interest in what we discussed, Damien? Is there something you want to tell me?”

  “No.”

  “Fine.” He finished his drink and rose. “Thanks for the lift. I'll see you in two weeks.”

  Damien shrugged.

  Clay turned at the lounge door. Still seated, Damien gave him a cool look. He walked back to the table. “What's wrong?”

  Damien shook his head. “Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired.”

  “See me to my gate.”

  “You're a big boy, I'm sure you can find your gate without me holding your hand.”

  “Fine, Damien. Hold down the fort.”

  “Don't I always?”

  He turned and strolled from the lounge. He'd considered himself extremely lucky when Damien had given up a job with a big IT corporation to assume the job as his vice chairman of the board. For the first time in two years, he wasn't so sure he was leaving Fra-Tech in good hands.

  Lately Damien had been moody and short-tempered. If he didn't know better, he'd suspect Damien was suffering from unrequited love. But as far as he knew, Damien wasn't seeing anyone in particular.

  At his gate, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned. Damien stood behind him, a grimace on his face.

  He smiled and palmed the back of Damien's neck. “If you need to talk ...”

  “I know. Maybe when you get back. I'll keep at least two steps ahead of Calder Tech until then.”

  He nodded. “Thanks. And keep a close eye on Amber. She's been so nasty lately I'm really starting to worry about her.”

  “Me too. Have a safe flight, Clay.”

  “Thanks.”

  * * *

  Three mornings later, while Darbi was in the middle of a meeting with Sharde, the buzzer on Sharde's desk sounded and Sharde's secretary announced there was an Amber Frazier Matlin in the reception area who wanted to see Darbi.

  The moment Darbi saw Amber had been crying she was glad she hadn't sent her away. “What's the matter, Amber?”

  “I can't keep it in anymore. I have to talk to someone.”

  “Damien --”

  “I can't tell him. He's worse than Clay!”

  She sighed. At the moment, she had issues of her own, but if Amber needed to talk, she'd have to provide an ear. “Okay.” She glanced at her watch. “Let's go have coffee.”

  “Can we make it lunch? I'm hungry.”

  She nodded. They left the office and Darbi drove to a coffee shop where she and Clay often met for coffee when they wanted to see each other during the day, but were pressed for time.

  She ordered a vegetable salad, toast, and a cola. Amber ordered two cheeseburgers, a large order of fries, and a strawberry milkshake.

  Sipping her drink, Darbi watched Amber devour both cheeseburgers and fries in less than fifteen minutes. The milkshake quickly followed. When she sat back against her seat, Amber gave her a wary look. “So? What's going on with you and Clay?” She pointed to Darbi's left wrist. “Did Clay give you that?”

  “Yes.”

  “May I?”

  Darbi extended her wrist across the table.

  Amber studied the bracelet for several moments. “This must have set him back a few grand. He must really like you.”

  “I like him too.”

  “If he's going to give you gifts like that, I'll bet you do. I suppose you know he's filthy rich and a good catch. If you land him, you won't ever have to work again. Did you know he owns houses in Jamaica and England and he has sizable stock holdings in --”

  “Amber, how I feel about him has nothing to do with this bracelet or how many houses or shares of stock he might own!”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, Amber, really!”

  She struggled. “I'm just feeling a little bitchy. So how are things for you two?”

  “I think they're going fairly
well. When he returns, it will be three months since we started dating and I'm planning a special weekend.”

  “Are you having a party for him?”

  “No. I'm missing him and I just want to spend a lot of time with him when he returns.”

  Amber leered. “In bed letting him bang your chocolate pussy? Are you one of those sistas who prefer rich, handsome white men? Me? I'll take a well-hung , poor brotha every day of the week over a rich, white guy with a flat behind.” She grinned. “Not that Clay’s behind is flat, but he is rich and white.”

  Darbi tightened her lips. She was not in the mood for any of Amber's nonsense. “You know, you probably could have benefited from having your skinny little ass spanked more when you were a younger brat than you are now.”

  Amber's green eyes widened, then she tossed toss her head, and laughed so hard tears streamed down her cheeks.

  Darbi watched in silence as Amber took several minutes to regain her composure. She finally wiped at her cheeks. When their gazes met again, Darbi saw a grudging respect in Amber's gaze. “I guess that's telling me.” She sighed. “Okay. I'm sorry.”

  “Fine, but that had better be the last time you make such a personal remark about me, girl. My preference in men is none of your business, but for your information, I do not prefer white men.”

  “Then why are you allowing Clay to fuck you so often you're starting to walk bow-legged? If it's not his skin color that turns you on, it must be his money. And he has an awful lot of that, as you probably know. You should know that he won't marry you and even if you do manage to trap him into marriage, he'll make you sign a pre-nuptial agreement that limits what you can expect --”

  Darbi sucked in an angry breath but exploded anyway. “You disrespectful little bitch!”

  “Did you just call me a bitch?”

  “Yes, I did. Who the hell do you think you're talking to?”

  Amber rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

  “Whatever hell! I'm serious. Damien and Clay may take your shit, but I don't intend to. Is that clear?”

  “My shit?”

  “Your shit.”

  “You wouldn't talk to me like this in front of Clay!”

  “Have I made myself clear?”

  Amber gave her a defiant stare.

  Darbi stared back.

  It took several minutes, but finally, Amber shrugged and averted her gaze. “Fine.”