Days of Desire (10 page)

“Same here but after all this time, is all you want to do is kiss me? Not that it doesn't feel amazing but…”

Darnell ripped Lauren’s panties, undid his pants, and slid between her slick heated folds so fast she temporarily lost her breath.

“Ohhhhhh shit, Darnell?”

“Yes baby?”

“I-I just came. Oh my god, I am so embarrassed.”

“That's why you’re so fucking wet?”

“Yes, oh my god this has never happened to me before.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I'm happy I can make you cum on contact, especially if it feels like this.”

“You are literally dripping wet. I wanted to take my time and really get to know both sets of your lips...intimately. But you just had to open that smart ass mouth of yours.” Darnell laughed.

“Screw you Darnell.” Lauren breathed heavily.

“Be patient sweetie you'll get your turn. Right now, I'm running the show.” Darnell whispered as he slowly pulled his dick out to the tip then slid back inside Lauren's slick wetness again. She arched into his initial thrust. Just like that, they adapted a slow grind that was driving them both crazy with desire for the ultimate gratification.

“Darnell, damn you feel so good inside me.” Lauren bit down on her lip and moaned to keep from screaming.

“Shit, you feel good too!” Darnell replied as he gripped Lauren's ass cheeks tighter then sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth as his slow glides turned to hungry thrusts.

“Harder Darnell, fuck me harder baby please.” Lauren whimpered.

“Damn, baby hold on. I'm just trying to enjoy the moment. I can’t believe this is happening; you feel so fucking good. I don't want it to end.” Darnell managed between grunts and intense bursts of pleasure.

“Baby, I'm close to cumming. I need you to fuck me harder; harder please.” Lauren pleaded as she flung her pussy onto Darnell’s dick so hard, his balls slapped her ass cheeks. Darnell met Lauren's speed then surpassed her as his slow grind switched to full-fledge pounding into her hot pussy. He slammed into her wetness so fast and furiously that his knees nearly buckled. She felt so good. “Oh shit, I'm cumming!” Lauren stifled another scream as best she could.

“Cum baby, cum on my dick right now Lauren.” Darnell growled.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk me!” Lauren shouted as her eyes rolled backward and shooting stars shot off behind her eyelids.

“Oh shit, Lauren you keep getting wetter.”

“Got damn, I'm about to cum.” Darnell ejected semen deep within her pussy walls.

“Woman, I think I'm in love.” Darnell said as he held onto the wall behind them, attempting to catch his breath. On the co
ntrary, his dick had a mind of its own. It was standing at attention for another round.

“Darnell, you’re reading my mind; I definitely want to go again.”

“Me too but not here. Let’s go back to my place so I can do this right.” Darnell suggested as he kissed her lips. “Let's go.” Lauren agreed.

One Birthday I’ll Never Forget

Rolling over in her king sized bed, Whitley lay grinning from ear-to-ear while staring up at her ceiling fan. “Ahhhhh!” She stretched and squealed in delight.

Pulling her silk sheets and handmade love letter quilt from her p
etite frame, she jumped up, dancing and rapping her way all the way to the bathroom.

Go shawty, it's yo birthday; we gon’ party like it's yo birthday.

We gon sip Bacardi like it’s yo birthday.

And you know we don't give a fuck it’s not yo birthday.

After singing the chorus to the rapper 50 Cent's 2003 hit “In Da Club” once more, she turned on the shower, removed her silk nightie then stepped under the heavily flowing stream. Today was her 33
rd
birthday and she couldn't contain her excitement. Fourteen hours from now, Whitley would be skipping out of the doors of
Lovers First Magazine
where she’s the Executive Editor and meeting up with her older twin sisters, Wendy and Winter, who flew in from their hometown of Savannah, Georgia earlier this week to celebrate with her.

Although she and her sisters are six years apart and she currently resides in Chicago, they’re extremely close. They each make it their duty to attend birthdays and ensure that holidays are extra special. Wiping away as much of the steam from the linen closet mirror with her hand, she dried her body and let the plush red towel drop to the floor. She studied her body for what appeared to be the hundredth time in the past week, contemplating where she would get her tattoo. Ultimately, she determined the artistic image should be displayed on her thigh before rubbing her body down with oil and dressing for work. As soon as she dressed in a three piece, deep red, thigh high, power suit and matching pumps, her alarm on her cell went off. It was alerting her to the fact that if she wanted her everything bagel with hazelnut cream cheese and green tea, she had to leave the house right now. Tossing her phone in her purse, Whitley swiped up her keys and pea coat and hastily made her way to her Yukon Denali. Whitley couldn’t stop smiling, she was on cloud nine and couldn't wait to get her very first tattoo and go to dinner then dancing with her sisters.

“Hello?” Whitley chimed as she backed out of her driveway and made a mad dash toward the highway. “Happy Birthday baby girl!” Wendy and Winter shouted into her Bluetooth. “Thank you! I love y'all so much!”

“We love you too. Have you decided on what we're going to do tonight?” Wendy asked.

“Of course I did. First, we’re going to Bahama Breeze then to the Reggae Bar. But before we do all that, we're stopping at Ink Nation so I can get my very first tattoo.”

“Damn, you ain't playing.” Winter joked.

“I know right, Winter. We've never had such a detailed itinerary before.”

“Hey what can I say, it's time to start enjoying life. An
yway loves, I have to run, work is calling. I'll see you guys tonight.”

“Okay, baby girl bye. Enjoy your day.”

“Thank you, I will.” Whitley clicked off the connection, pulled up to The Bagel Barn, grabbed her usual and was back in her truck. Six minutes later, she was pulling into the underground parking garage at
Lovers First Magazine's
main office. As soon as she stepped off the elevator onto the 15
th
floor, she was greeted by her assistant, Earline and briefed on today's tasks, appointments, and meetings.

“Good morning Earline. How are you on this beautiful morning?”

“Awesome boss, thanks for asking and you? Happy Birthday!” Earline acknowledged as she relieved her of her briefcase, coat, and purse and walked a few paces in front of her to open her office door then prepared to take notes.

“Thank you and I'm doing great.” Her flawless, brown skin gli
stened in the sunrays as she smiled. Give me the rundown for today and make certain not to schedule me for anything after 2:15.” She stated as she took her seat behind her desk.

“Okay, you have a meeting today at noon with Mr. Wi
lliam Bardell to discuss your column, several conference calls, and a final overview of all the articles going into this issue. The magazine is scheduled to hit newsstands in two weeks.”

“Alright, send Will a reminder about our meeting. Brief me ten minutes before all conference calls and get in contact with the contributing writer I'm still waiting on. Then send my new co
lumn upstairs to be uploaded.”

“I'm on it.”

“Earline, please get thank you cards for all of the gifts and cards all over my office.” She glanced around, smiling as she noticed flowers, wrapped presents, gift bags, and cards carefully placed throughout her office.

“Please warn me before the crew comes in to sing happy birthday.”

“Sure thing.” Earline smiled and was gone.

******

By the end of the workday, Whitley could feel every single second she'd put in. Although she was exhausted, she couldn't wait to run out of her office in the next 30 minutes and groom for her evening. She was finishing up the day’s duties and shutting down her computer when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in.”

She had permitted Earline go home early today as it was her daughter's birthday as well. It was times like this she wished she knew who was on the other side of the door, just in case she didn't want to be bothered.

“Oh good, I caught you before you left. My apologies for having to postpone our meeting earlier.” Cassandra’s boss said when he walked into her office and closed the door behind him. His beaut
iful kilowatt smile, maroon complexion, towering height, and bulging muscles temporally rendered her speechless.

It really should be a sin to be that damn hot!

“No worries but you barely caught me, I'm headed out in 15 minutes. What can I do for you Will?”

“Somehow, all of our files have just been deleted. A
lthough practically everything is backed up, we lost a few pieces that we're going to have to replace with something else. Therefore, I need you to add three fillers, five extra articles, and all the stories and articles that were originally set to go in this edition.”

“Okay, I'm on it. You’ll have everything on your desk my 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.”

“Oh no, that's not acceptable. I leave for London tomorrow afternoon; it has to be done tonight. Hopefully, we'll only be here until eight and not midnight like we were when this happened five years ago.”

“Bardell, I'm sorry but I can't stay tonight. I have family in from out-of-town and other events scheduled for tonight that can't be postponed or canceled.”

“I'm sorry Whitley. Of all days, I hate to have to do this to you on your birthday but you know the routine. When you accepted the job, you knew this came with the territory.”

“With all due respect sir, I’m exceptional at what I do, as you well know. I’ve slept in this office many nights doing not only whatever was required of me but things that weren’t. Based on that, I'm as
king you to please allow me to get you everything by morning?”

“I'm sorry Whitley but this subject is not up for debate. You have to stay tonight, until this thing is resolved. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.” Will spoke with finality, closing the door behind him.

Whitley leaned against her desk, contemplating her next move. She was fuming.
As many times as I’ve went above and beyond for this company and covered Will’s ass after he entrusted other people to do my work and they failed. Oh hell naw, I won’t simply lay down and take this shit. He got me fucked up and on my damn birthday.

Running to the elevator, Whitley took it two floors up, walked briskly to the end of the hallway, made a left then knocked on the Spanish cedar door.

“Come in.”

Whitley whispered a quick prayer of calmness then opened the door.

“Whitley…”

“Will I’m not staying here tonight. I’ll work from home as I’ve done many times in the past and make certain you are briefed and that everything you require from me for the next issue is on your desk by 9 a.m.” Will stood and walked around to the front of his desk.

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir.”

I won’t back down, nor will I allow your overpowering presence to intimidate me. No matter how sexy you are or how good you smell
.

“Am I to take it, you’re being insubordinate?”

“I don't think I am but whatever floats your boat sir.”

“I don't think I made myself clear when I was in your o
ffice. Hence, I’ll repeat myself. You will stay here for as long as it takes, until the issue with the magazine is resolved or you’ll be fired effective immediately.”

“I figured you'd say that. Therefore, here’s my resignation. I quit, good luck replacing me with someone who will do my job like I did.” She strutted out of Bardell’s office with her head held high.

Whitley caught the elevator back down to her office, gathered her things, and walked out the door.

“This bastard just pissed me the fuck off!” Whitley shouted into her Samsung Galaxy S4.

“Wait, what happened?” Her sisters inquired with concern.

Whitley didn't take a breath until she relayed the entire story with more than a little bit of colorful language added to her version.

“You were right in what you said but you were wrong in how you went about it baby girl.”

“Yeah Whitley, that’s your job. How are you going to make a li
ving? You can’t just go around quitting your job simply because someone pisses you off. You know Wendy and I will always be here for you but you let your anger get the best of you. We could have celebrated your birthday tomorrow.” Winter agreed.

“Okay listen, I was trying to wait until tonight to tell y’all this. I’ve been running an online adult toy store for the past three years now. It’s brought in enough money to quit my job at
Lovers First magazine
. I was just trying to wait until…”

“Wait, you have a sex toy business and I just paid $120 for a v
ibrating dildo? I should whip your ass.” Wendy laughed.

“Me too; I spent over $200 on toys from a new website my friend referred me to. I think it’s called
Wet & Whipped Adult Toy and Novelty Store
.”

“Actually Winter, your total before the generous discount I gave you was closer to $400.”

“How do you know… Whitley, that’s your company?”

“OMG, wait until I tell momma.” She laughed hyster
ically.

“Wendy, you better not.”

“Well, you’re going to have to pay for our silence.” She joked.

“You blackmailing heffa! I ain’t…hold on, someone keeps beeping in on my other line.” Holding the line, she clicked over.

“Hello?”

“Whitley, please come back to the office so we can talk this out. I never meant…”

Mr. Bardell, no thank you. You made yourself perfectly clear on the matter. Good day.”

She ended the call and went to click back over to her si
sters but they had hung up. Tossing her cell into the passenger seat, Whitley made a mental note to call her sisters back once she arrived home. Exiting the freeway, she ran her free hand down her face and took a deep breath, then exhaled her irritation as she turned left and took the fifteen minute drive down the narrow street to her home.

Of all the damn days
!

Just as Whitley turned down her street, her phone rang. Not bothe
ring to check the display screen, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Whitley…” Click.

She hit the end button, dropped it into her Cole Haan clutch then strode into her home. Stopping in the foyer, she r
elieved herself of her bags and jacket before making a beeline straight for her kitchen to the liquor cabinet. Grabbing the Patron and a shot glass, she poured herself a drink and took it to the head. “Woooo!”

While searching for the strawberry daiquiri mix, she heard a car pull into her driveway. Assuming it was one or both of her sisters, she opened the side door then returned to the task at hand.

“Whitley…”

Startled, she jumped up so fast from squatting at the bo
ttom of the refrigerator when she heard Will’s voice that she hit her head hard against the top shelf on the refrigerator door.

“Ouch! Shit!” She frowned while rubbing her head.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?” Will asked as he ran over to see if Whitley was injured. He was trying to check her head for swelling when her perfume instantly hardened his dick.

Damn she smells so fucking good!
Then again, she always does.

“William, what the hell are you doing here and in my damn house?” She asked through clinched teeth while holding her hand over the left side of her throbbing head.

“I came over to apologize and talk to you about your dramatic outburst. When I was walking up to your home, I heard the side door opening and assumed you opened it because you saw me approaching.” He went to the sink, rinsed his hands, grabbed the towel from the refrigerator then filled it with ice and placed the homemade compress to her head.