Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) (15 page)

The doorbell rang twenty minutes before he was supposed to arrive, and she jumped.

“I got it,” she hollered to the security. Her heart rate sped up as she made her way to the door. She unlocked and opened it.

“Going somewhere, bitch?” Heather hissed, stepping a little too close for Emily’s comfort.

“I don’t have time for your crap today. What are you doing here?”

Heather opened her mouth to speak, closed it, and instead slapped Emily across her right cheek.

The blow stung. Emily had no doubt her caramel skin was bright red. Caught off guard, Emily threw a punch back, hitting Heather smack dead in her eye. Thankful she hadn’t put on her heels yet, she stepped to the side, dodging a return blow from Heather. Heather lunged closer, and Emily grabbed her head, ramming it into the door.

Arms reached around her, stopping her from finishing Heather off. Paul had a hold on her, but she refused to let go of Heather’s hair. She was determined to snatch out every strand of her fake blond hair.

“Calm down, boss lady. I have her,” Paul pleaded.

He had Heather in a headlock. The more she struggled, the more her fake breasts fell out of her shirt.

“Please, this bitch had the nerve to come to my house and attack me! She’ll look like a cancer patient by the time I’m finished with her.” Emily ripped out a chunk of hair.

Heather yelped from the pain. Defeated, she slumped to the ground, crying.

“She’s dead,” she said in between sobs.

“Dead?” Emily let go of the next patch of hair she was getting ready to yank out. “Who?”

“My sister, they killed her. They claim it was an accidental overdose, but how could she have gotten extra pills? Melanie would never try to kill herself. She was so happy the last time I saw her.” Heather resembled a discarded rag doll as she lay there.

“I’m so sorry.” Emily bent to give her a comforting hug, but as her adrenaline receded, the burning in her cheek resurfaced, a reminder of the drive-by slapping. Melanie’s death was a shock, and Emily felt bad for Heather, but right now, she needed to get her crazy ass off of her property before Emily started wailing on her again. She motioned to Paul.

“I can’t believe she is really gone,” Heather said.

Paul helped her up to her feet and steadied her. With his hand in a firm grip on her elbow, he ushered her back outside and shut the door.

“Um, boss.” Paul’s eyes went to her dress. It was up giving him a full view of her thongs.

“Crap!” She took off to her room. Embarrassed, she pulled her dress down as she ran. Paul seeing her skimpy underwear caused Emily’s entire face to turn beat red. Showing her body for pay was one thing, to her employee was another.

By the time Antonio had arrived, Emily had performed a miracle. Light powder foundation covered up her bruised cheek. Emily had no clue how, but her hair was a mess even though Heather didn’t get close to it. She put her freshly done ringlets up with bobby pins, making a sleekly runway style. Other than her dress being pulled up over her waist, it was fine, no rips or tares.

“See, that’s why I love you. You look stunning and smell even better.” Antonio smiled as he walked into her room. “Black is quickly becoming my favorite color.”

“Why, thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a passionate kiss.

He pulled away from her. “Keep it up, and we won’t get to where we’re going.”

“I guess that means we better be on our way then.” Not wanting to miss out on her surprise, she grabbed her purse, and they headed out.

When they arrived, Emily was in heaven. The Fondue restaurant was made for lovers. It was very intimate—from the high walls surrounding the booths so you couldn’t see the other guests to the candle lit lighting. The architect seemed to have romance in mind when he built the building in a hidden area. It was on a busy street subtly placed between two larger buildings and didn’t stand out.

A vase full of a dozen roses and a card with a poem greeted them when they were seated at their booth. Antonio admitted to dropping them off before he picked Emily up. The waiter brought out her favorite drink without her saying a word. She beamed.

“What’s this all about?” She couldn’t contain her excitement.

“The big day’s tomorrow. I wanted to help you celebrate.”

Tears formed in her eyes. For the past few years, men seemed to disappear whenever money was involved. She’d been lucky if they took her to the movies. When the date ended, she normally went out and treated herself along with her girls.

Emily was so stuffed from the lobster tails, shrimp, chicken breast, and teriyaki steak that she thought she would burst if she ate the desert of strawberries, chocolate, and cheesecake placed in front of her. Nonetheless, it looked too delicious not to at least have a taste. She read somewhere about good chocolate being just as good as sex. If that was the case, then the strawberry dipped in chocolate she enjoyed had to be close to a screaming orgasm.

Emily sat back in the booth, relaxed. The incident with Heather became a fading memory. She scooted closer to Antonio, giving him a kiss of appreciation.

There was lust in his eyes. “It’s time for our next stop.”

“There’s more?”

He nodded. After paying the tab, he held out his arm for Emily as they walked back to his truck.

“You need to put this on.” He handed Emily a black scarf to place over her eyes.

“I know you aren’t serious?” She looked at him like a deranged psycho.

“Come on.” He grinned. “It’s part of the romance.”

She pulled out her phone. “Let me make a call first.”

He returned her questioning gaze.

Janet answered on the first ring.

“Look, I just want you to know that I’m with Antonio right now. He wants me to put on a blindfold. If I come up missing, he did it.”

“Shut up and enjoy it.”

“You’re in on it too?”

“Enjoy your man.” Janet hung up on her.

“Really?” He gave her the side eye. “If I didn’t want you so bad right now, I’d leave you on the street corner.”

She ran her fingers up and down the length of his thigh. “I promise I’ll do whatever you say for the rest of the evening.”

“That’s more like it. Now will you please put on the blindfold?”

Emily tied the scarf around her head. She remained quiet the rest of the ride. The vehicle stopped, and Antonio guided her out. Emily was in pure bliss when he removed the scarf from her eyes. He had brought her to a fantasy hotel suite. Emily explored the room, rubbing and touching everything. The room had a king size bed with pure white bedding covered in rose petals. Directly over the bed were several mirrors. Across from the bed sat a beautiful fireplace with a flat screen TV on the wall above it. Exactly like the commercial advertisements, there was a nice size pool with a water fountain on the other side of a glass wall. The room had everything Emily could’ve dreamed of, even a huge, fully loaded Jacuzzi on the edge of the pool.

Turning to Antonio, she kissed him. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to come here, but never had someone I wanted to be with.”

“Thank me after I run this water in the Jacuzzi and feed my love some cheese, grapes, and wine. You’re my princess, and that’s exactly how I want to treat you
.
Il mio cuore è tuo.
My heart is yours.” His voice was deep and full of love.

Emily’s heart fluttered. She knew he meant every word and so much more. He removed her dress and handed her a glass of wine. Taking a sip, she resisted the urged to gag. The red wine was a little too bitter for Emily’s taste. Not wanting to ruin the mood, she swallowed the half glass he had given her in one big gulp. She waved him off on refilling her glass, pointing to the cheese and grape tray he had prepared instead.

Antoine fed them to her. Once Emily had her fill, he picked her up, carrying her to the other room with the swimming pool. Laying her gently on the edge of the pool, Antonio placed his body on top of her. He ground his hardened manhood against her.

“We can always go swimming later.” She gripped strands of his dark hair.

“That’s all the invite I need.”

Antonio unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He began sucking her nipples, making them as hard as the rod between his legs. Placing one hand between her legs, he rubbed on her bud with his index finger while inserting his middle finger inside her wet hole.

“You’re so wet, baby. I want to taste you.”

“Please,” came her husky reply.

Antonio dove into her juicy flesh, sucking and lapping at her soft mound. He slid his body into the pool and maneuvered her body to the edge, making her legs sit across his shoulders while he palmed her ass. There was nowhere Emily could run in this position—not that she would have wanted to.

Emily gasped for air.

Antonio applied more pressure with his tongue and nibbled on her clit sending waves of joy through her body.

“Mm…oh…damn, baby!”

“I love eating your pussy.”

“Hell yes, baby! Don’t stop!”

Antonio flipped Emily over, in the doggie style position. Her bud was completely swollen from the stimulation of his tongue.

“I can taste you for hours.” Antonio continued with his feast. He pushed his tongue inside of her and pumping away.

Her legs became weak and gave out. She sat on his face. “Baby! I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.
Ha pazienza
,” he murmured beneath her. “Patience. Not until you come for me.”

He wrapped his arms around her hips, hoisting her up a few inches. Flicking his tongue out, Antonio worked her clit with a vibrating motion. Emily’s pussy began to quiver. He inserted a finger. Pumping and licking, he pleased her.

Her body tensed. “I’m coming!”

He picked up speed. “That’s it. Come for me.”

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Emily released on him. She came hard, and her body gave out again. Her vaginal muscles pulsated, squeezing against his finger.

“That’s my girl.”

Antonio removed his finger and pushed himself out the pool. His erect penis called out for Emily to put her soft lips around it. She went to her knees and took his member in her mouth. Her tongue explored the trail of his vein, navigating the map of his dick.

“Ah,” he groaned. “That feels good.”

Gripping the base, she massaged his shaft while taking him deep into her throat. She bobbed on him, working him up and down. The taste of pre-cum spilled into her mouth, turning her on more. She sucked him harder and faster.

“I need inside you.”

Emily continued sucking his dick.

Antonio gripped her hair. Leaning forward, he thrust his hips, pushing further into her mouth. “Oh shit! You’re going to make me come.”

She squeezed her jaws on him. Antonio stiffened. Emily rubbed her hand against his balls as hot liquid squirted into her mouth. It went down her throat with ease.

When she collected the last drop, she pulled back and looked up at him. “You like?”

Breathing hard, Antonio smiled. “You’re bad. I can’t believe you.”

“Are you ready for more?” She gave him a coy smile.

He nodded.

“Then catch me if you can.” Emily dove off the edge and into the pool.

Antonio followed suit and dove in behind her. Like a trained swimmer, he covered most of the ground under water. He came up inches away from her. Emily didn’t resist when he grabbed her. They came together for a passionate kiss and spent the rest of the evening christening the fantasy suite.

Chapter Thirteen

Emily couldn’t believe her eyes when she pulled up in front of her club. She’d only been gone two hours, and after changing for her grand entrance, she’d returned to a nightmare. Two news vans were parked in front of Emily’s Playhouse.
Another was across the street. About twenty women were marching with picket signs that read
“No Prostitutes Allowed” and “Home Wreckers.”

Emily stepped out of the limousine. News reporters swarmed her. Cameras flashed, temporary obstructing her view. She pushed passed them, making a beeline for the entrance.

“Miss Washington, isn’t true that Emily’s Playhouse is just a cover for your call girls?” A male reporter shoved his microphone in her face. “Are you the ‘Online Madam’?”

The blood drained from her face. She wished the pavement would open up and swallow her. Words were caught in her throat, but she forced them out. “My girls aren’t prostitutes. This is an upscale club.”

“Then why have private rooms?” another female reporter demanded.

“Someone wanting to spend time with a beautiful woman or get a private dance is just that…private. Where’re you getting this information anyway?” she snapped.

The reporters went on. “Miss Washington, are you trying to be the new Madam?”

“Isn’t it true that you’re a former prostitute yourself?”