Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) (18 page)

Antonio gulped down his drink. He took her by the hand and let her out the club and on to his truck. He navigated away from the downtown scene with ease.

Emily gazed at Antonio while they sat at the light. He looked magnificent with the glow from the moon reflecting on him. The embers between her legs were still warm from the fire the strippers had started. Leaning closer, she gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face toward her. She nibbled on his bottom lip, then gave him a deep longing kiss. Angry passengers blared on their horns. Reluctantly ending the kiss, Emily noticed the green light. Without taking her eyes off him, she leaned back in her seat. She wanted him. Now.

***

Antonio took off through the light. At the next corner, he whipped the truck, making a left turn. He drove three more blocks and pulled up at a neighborhood park. Following a small path, he rolled deep into the shadows and parked.

He made his way out the truck and over to Emily’s door. In a swift motion, he opened it and put his mouth on hers. Her kisses filled him with passion and her energy. With a fever of her own, she returned the kiss. Their tongues danced and intertwined in a lovers’ tango.

Inching his hand down her pants, Antonio found what he was looking for. Emily was hot, wet, and ready for him. She kicked off her heels and lifted her hips, making it easy for Antonio to unzip and slide off her clothing. He’d wanted her black and silver one-piece suit off her the moment he saw her in it. The outfit accentuated her breasts while it hugged her hips and curves. It taunted him with every move she made.

Once he freed her body, he tossed Emily’s clothes in the back seat. Her red lacy thongs were next. They were sexy, but they weren’t his prize.

With them out the way, Antonio admired her swollen fruit. Her folds puckered up, ready for the taking. He obliged and ran his tongue across her nectar. Emily’s body relaxed, allowing him to dig in. Familiar with her hot spots, he nibbled on her clit until she climaxed.

Antonio was far from finished. Picking her up, he carried her to the hood of his truck. He placed her on it, spread her legs, and continued to enjoy his feast.

“You’re so hot, baby,” he growled.

“Hot for you. I need you inside of me,” she pleaded.

Yielding to her pleas, he moved her back to the truck. He sat down in the back seat and pulled her on top of him. “Ride me, baby.”

The sight of his dick standing hard and proud made her mouth water. She turned backwards and glided down on his erect penis. She moved slowly at first, allowing herself to adjust to his girth. Her juices flowed like Niagara Falls. Picking up the pace, she rode him like a pro. She pumped on him going deeper and harder.

Antonio gripped her waist. She leaned back, felt her nakedness against his chest. He was hers and only hers. The sensation was overwhelming.

She tossed her head back. “I’m about to come, baby!”

Antonio lowered his hand to her clit and massaged her pussy as she thrust on him.

“Yes, that’s it baby! Make me come.” She pounded her body up and down on him. “Here it comes.”

“I love it when you come on me baby.” Antonio pushed his dick deep inside her.

A bright light beamed through the window, lighting up the truck’s interior.

Emily leaned forward. Antonio tossed her clothes at her, trying to hide her naked body, but it was too late. The Atlanta Metro Police was at the door.

A stout black male tapped on the windshield. “Get dressed and step out the vehicle.”

Antonio glanced at Emily. She hesitated. The officer didn’t budge. He wasn’t going to turn around and give her privacy. He zipped up his slacks and got out.

Moments later she followed behind.

“Man, I thought that was you!” A smile spread across the officer’s face. “You’re the one trying to open up a club, right?”

Emily lowered her head. “Yes.” She moved further behind Antonio.

“Man, I saw you on
YouTube! So you a freak for real, huh? It’s cool.” He faced Antonio. “Look, man, you’re my new hero. She is fine. I’m going let you’ll gone home and finish up what you were doing.”

Antonio kept a straight face. “Cool, thanks, man.”

The officer fist pumped him. “Nah, thank you.” He turned and walked back to the squad car.

Antonio turned back to Emily. She jumped back in the truck faster than a crack head running from the police. The officer turned off the spot light and backed his car up. He couldn’t believe he was enjoying Emily so much that he, or she for that matter, didn’t hear the officer pull up.

Antonio got back in the driver seat.

“What are you smiling about?” Emily asked.

“What I’m going to finish doing to you when I get you home.”

“What makes you think we’re going to finish?” She crossed her arms.

“Because that little kitty of yours is still purring for me. I also know that deep down, getting caught turned you on more.” He leaned over and gave her a small kiss. “I know you
,
il mio amore
.”

Chapter Fifteen

Outside of business, Antonio barely let Emily out of his sight for the next few weeks. He wanted to be her rock, her support, and her backbone. If he could, he’d be the air for her to breathe. As the days wound down, he could see her stress level rise. She tried pretending everything was okay, but her facial expressions said otherwise. Emily’s day in court was coming up, and he knew she was stressed out and nervous, regardless of how hard she tried to hide it.

Emily brushed passed his desk and flopped down in his oversized leather chair. The peach-colored capri business suit highlighted her skin tone perfectly. He wanted to close his door and have his way with her, but now was not the time.

“What did your lawyer say?” Antonio asked.

Emily pushed her hair out her face, revealing fresh lines in her forehead. “That they have no case. They’re just coming after me because of all the other prostitution cases. You know, those so called massage parlors. They’re stretching it a bit too far trying to come up with something with me. Other than that, she went over her questions for me and how I should answer theirs.” She yawned and cast her gaze out his office window.

“You know they’re going to come at you hard right, baby?” He came from behind his desk over to where she sat. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her out of the chair and up to him. Antonio looked deep into her brown eyes. “No matter what they say, I know the real you. And nothing is going to change that.”

“I know, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. “I love you.”

“
Ti amo così.
Everything will work out as it should.”

They remained silent a few moments, enjoying the embrace. When this blew over, Antonio had plans to take her on a vacation. She needed to get away, and he’d have no problem being on an exotic island with her. He kissed her forehead.

“It seems like lunch is out the question. It’s going on three o’clock. How about I finish up here and meet you at your house in a couple of hours?”

She let out a sigh. “That’s fine. It’ll give me some time with Sean. I’ve been so worried about going to court I slacked a little in the mommy category.”

“Baby, you are a great mom. Everyone needs some ‘me’ time every once in a while. Do what you have to do.”

She nodded.

Antonio walked her out to the elevator. He gave her a longing kiss that ended when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “I’ll see you later.”

His eyes were on her until the metal doors closed.

***

Emily navigated through traffic and made her way to the preschool academy. Sean started talking a mile a minute the moment his seatbelt was secured. The school had taken the kids on a field trip to the Children’s Museum, and he was still bubbling with excitement.

“I saw the stars…and we saw the dinosaurs. They were big! And, oh, Mommy! Can we go to McDonalds?” The golden arches caught his attention.

Emily hated McDonald’s. All it did was give her gas. Reluctantly, she slowed down and made a left turn into the entrance.

“Can I take your order?” an irritated female voice asked through the speaker.

“Yes. May I have a kid’s cheeseburger meal, with ketchup and pickles only?”

“Is that it?” the voice shouted.

“Yes, thank you,” Emily responded politely. She didn’t want to give the girl any reason to spit or put something extra special in her son’s food.

There was a long pause.

“Hello?” Emily asked.

“You said that was it. Pull up then, dang.” The speaker box crackled.

She drove her car forward to see a female with orange and green braids in her hair, with just as colorful fake nails working at the window. Only three of her nails appeared to be intact. The scowl the girl wore matched her voice perfectly.

Emily dug in her purse for the money.

Rainbow Bright stuck her head out the window to collect and looked Emily up and down. “Dang, your dude let you roll in his car?”

Ignoring her dumb question, Emily handed her the twenty dollar bill, got her change and food, and took off.

Why is it that a woman can never make her own money and buy herself nice things?
The same mentality was what she faced with the prosecutor’s office. If she was a man, there’d be no issue with her opening up her club.

Sean sat in his booster seat, grinning like he’d just won the million dollar jackpot. He held onto his happy meal like it was his most prized possession.

Once they made it back home, Sean devoured his food, leaving ketchup all over his face, the kitchen table, and on the floor. Emily had him help clean up his mess, then let Sean beat her at a few games on the Wii—it wasn’t hard being she had no idea how to play.

Her phone chimed as she lost another round.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and checked the message from Antonio.
On my way.

Ok.
She sent back. Checking the time, she noticed it was almost seven.

“Are you having fun?” she asked Sean.

“Yes,” his chipmunk voice squeaked.

“Good, now go get cleaned up. Tee-tee Shayla is about to come and get you.”

Shayla’s son and Sean had a standing play date. The boys would get together once a month and hang out.

“All right!” Sean screamed, pumping his fist in the air. “Can I bring my games?”

“We’ll see. Now go and get ready.”

He took off in a sprint down the hall.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang.

Emily answered, “Hey, girl.”

“Hey. How are you?”

“I’m okay.”

Shayla gave Emily the once over. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Everyone says it will be fine, but I’m nervous.”

“You have a right to be.” Shayla gave her a hug. “No matter what I’m here for you.”

Sean came running into the room with his Spiderman backpack. “I’m ready!” He headed for the door.

Emily laughed. “Thanks, girl. I’ll talk to you later. He’s ready, and I won’t be the one to hold him up.”

“Come on, little man.” Shayla opened the door, and they headed out.

Moments later, Antonio arrived.

“You look sexy, baby.” He gave her a kiss.

“Why thank you. I think.” She looked down at her t-shirt and jeans.

“You look great in whatever you have on.”

They headed into the living room.

“Where’s little man?”

“Shayla came by and picked up Sean for a play date with her son. He darn near wore me out playing the Wii. I thought I was going to have to drink a Red Bull or something.” She took a seat on the couch next to Antonio and turned on a movie.

“On any other day, I would have said drink up because you’re going to need it, but you have a big day tomorrow. I’m even going to back off and not wear you out tonight.” He gave her a sly grin.

“Please.” She gave him a playful shove. “You know that’s the other way around.”

Emily sunk into the couch and snuggled up next to him. She was content being near him. Every now and then as the night went on, he planted soft kisses on her forehead. Emily soon dozed off.

Chapter Sixteen

The ringing cell phone startled Emily out of her slumber. She felt paralyzed. Something heavy weighed her down. Her eyes adjusted, and she realized it was just the weight of Antonio’s arm. Gently, she freed herself before answering the phone.

“Hello,” she answered groggily.

“I wanted to tell you good luck before you left,” Mama Washington said. Emily could feel her warmth through the phone.

“Thank you. What are you doing up so early, Ma?”

“Watching crazy Granny. Her dementia is getting worse by the day. She’s always trying to escape.” Her mother owned a Hospice and Home Health Care business. Mama Washington held the phone away from her mouth and said to Granny, “Look, I told you this is not your phone, this is my cell phone. I’m talking to my daughter.”