Twisted Vows of Seduction (12 page)

She found herself smiling at the thought of what the surprise might possibly be. She folded her robe in half and placed it in a nearby chair. Completely nude, she eased herself onto the table and before placing her face-down into the open space, she sent him a nice and flirty reply.

Well, I'll be nice and ready for whatever this surprise is. I love you
! She inserted a smiley heart.

Soon after, Miyuki entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She began to oil and massage Naomi's backside.

“How's the pressure, Ms. Brooks?” Miyuki asked.

“It's perfect.”

Miyuki massaged Naomi from head to toe. Once she was done, she poured warm coconut milk over Naomi in preparation for the Swedish Chardonnay sugar scrub. Naomi melted under the soothing combination of warm aromatherapy and coconut oils. She moaned in delight from the pleasant aroma and from how good it felt as Miyuki worked the rich lather into her skin. This had to be what heaven felt like. Naomi couldn't help but wonder
as the soft jazz playing in the background, coaxed her into a state of tranquility.

Almost three hours later, Naomi found herself back in her condominium. It wasn't hers exactly, but it was for the duration of the assignment. She couldn't wait to move out of Texas and explore the world like she'd always dreamt of doing when she was younger. She never had the financial means to experience a lot of things, but she would soon. She envisioned that a fresh start up North might be good for her; the South had way too many bad memories. She tried not to think about how gravely devastated she would be if Greg learned the truth about her. But her feelings were immaterial compared to what she knew he would feel if he ever discovered that their entire relationship had been an organized trap.

Naomi forced those tears shaking in her eyes back where they came from. Out of all the shit she'd ever done in her life, this felt like the lowest. But she had to do this. This was her only chance to turn her life completely around, and if she got all sentimental now, she wouldn't be able to pull this off and disappear, which was exactly as she had agreed to do. Maribel was paying her good money too. She owed that woman so much. After Naomi left the halfway house, Maribel had taken her in. She put her in this nice furnished condo. Bought her nice clothes. Food. The whole nine. She had been there for Naomi when her own family turned their back on her. She had no one but Maribel now. And the least she could do was pull this off without a hitch. Besides, opportunities like this only came once in a lifetime. Lucky for her, she was in the right place at the right time when it decided to stop by and pay her a visit.

Naomi had called Maribel earlier today to discuss the new developments. Maribel had reiterated to her the importance of following her instructions carefully. She had told her not to veer from the original plan, reminding her that by the time it was all said and done, Naomi was going to be enjoying her new life with her children. It would be that easy, Maribel had told Naomi.

Naomi curled the last piece of her hair. She glanced over at the picture she'd replicated the hairstyle from and then swooped the bangs with her fingers to the right and pinned them in place with a gold hair claw made out of Swarovski crystals. The style looked exactly like the photo, right down to the unique hair accessory, which had taken her forever to find online. But she had gone out of her way to pull this look off, so a few online browsing hours weren't going to inconvenience her by much.

Admiring her reflection in the mirror, she sprayed a little bit of hairspray to finish off the look. She glanced at the picture one final time, holding it up to the mirror so that she could do a side-by-side comparison. Naomi looked just like the woman in the picture. So much so that even she was spooked by it.

She placed her diamond earring drops in her ears and spritzed on some Chanel perfume. It was Greg's favorite fragrance and she never went without it.

Stealing another glance in the mirror, Naomi couldn't help but to admit that she was quite a catch nowadays. Maribel had polished her look tremendously by sending her to have minor cosmetic surgery. The procedure itself altered her natural appearance slightly, but made her look an even greater degree like the woman whose identity she'd replicated. Two years ago she didn't look this beautiful, this rested, this happy—and now she did. Whoever said beauty was only skin deep must not have had the money or connections Maribel had.

Naomi thought she heard the doorbell ring but wasn't too sure until she heard it a second time. Knowing exactly who it was, she quickly hid the eight-page, full-color obituary of Denise Jackson back in the
Cosmopolitan
magazine. Naomi was jealous of Denise in a way. She'd had the perfect life and had left a legacy behind for all who knew her to remember. Even for those that didn't. The obituary seemingly captured Denise's entire lifetime within those eight pages. It included a collage of full-colored snapshots of Denise, her immediate family, her friends, and a few others that ran in her inner circle. The program listed all her achievements and club associations; right down to the types of music she would often listen to. The information had been extremely valuable to Naomi, and she used every last detail to her advantage.

“Coming,” Naomi called out as she placed the magazine back in the rack. She turned off all the lights, leaving only the bedroom illuminated by a sweet peach bellini-scented candle. She rushed over to the wrought-iron stand and hit “play” on the CD player, creating the perfect ambiance.

Her elegant red silk and lace flowing robe swept across the polished ebony wood as she went to answer the door. Not bothering to look out the peephole, she opened it slowly, greeting Greg the only way she knew how.

“Why don't you ever use the key I gave you?” She smiled.

“Because I love the way you greet me,” Greg said lustfully. He took in all of her curves as he stepped farther inside, closing the door with his foot. He wore a dark, wheat brown Burberry ribbed shirt, russet brown casual pants, and matching loafers. “You look…incredible,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” Naomi said, her voice wrapped in seduction. “I did it all for you.” She batted her long lashes and smiled. She was hoping he'd taken extra notice to the time invested in perfecting
her hair and makeup. But the longer he stood there looking as if he was ready to bend her over, pull out his whip and give her pussy a lashing it never had, Naomi knew her hard work hadn't gone unseen.

Greg perused her body from head to heel. The smile in his eyes and the slight part in his lips suggested that he was enjoying the premiere. She loved how his eyes made love to her. It turned her on.

Ready to feel his touch again, she walked closer to him. She looped her hands loosely around his neck and then leaned in to kiss him. She could taste the bitter traces of Cognac on his breath way before their tongues intertwined.

His incredibly large hands traveled slowly down the center of her back before coasting along her nice and thick childbearing hips where he retained them as he kissed her lips, her chin, and the succulent skin on her neck.

Greg pulled her so closely into his body that she could feel his dick growing by the second. He craved her and she craved him. His playful hands soon began to caress, cuddle, and explore the roundness of her ample behind, forcing an angelic moan to echo off her tongue.

She halted their passionate kiss, took a few steps back and began slowly shedding her robe. It landed at her bare feet. The red and black negligee she donned underneath brought another mysterious smile to his face. She rubbed her hands over the fabric as if teasing him. She then motioned with her finger. “Come get it,” she said.

Greg blindly locked the door behind him and met her starving lips once again. She couldn't fully describe the incredible tingling sensation that caused her pussy to pulsate any more than she could the extreme sensitivity in her breasts that had her fleshy double chocolate nipples so hard they could have cut glass.

Greg scooped her up in his big arms and carried her into the bedroom. It was as if she weren't a plus-size figure at all. When she was with him, he made her feel as though she was perfect in every way. And no man had ever made her feel that good. Not even her ex-husband.

“We have all night. Right, baby?” she asked hopeful as he lowered her onto the king-sized bed.

“All night,” Greg reassured her as he began to undress, not once taking his eyes off her shimmering body.

As girlish as it sounded, she felt like a princess. Never in a million sunsets would she have pictured herself with a man like Greg Adams. Largely because women like her didn't attract men of Greg's caliber. At least that was what she had thought. Plus, he had told her early on that his wife was white. But that wasn't a surprise as Maribel had already told her that part. In fact she'd said he'd been married for more than six years. Half of those years, adulterous.

Maribel had painted Greg as a very bad man who needed to be exposed. Who needed to feel the pain he brought to others. But Naomi, on the second hand, saw the opposite side of him. She saw a loving and caring side who was willing to give every part of himself to someone. He wasn't a selfish man and she trusted her instincts were right about him. They connected on such a deeper level and she did not want this fairy tale romance they shared to end. So until the assignment was complete, Naomi was going to continue to bask in every moment they shared. So what that it was all a delusion.

Greg lowered his warm hard body onto hers. The musky cologne that had settled under his skin and the liquor straddling his tongue, stirred all of her carnal desires. She longed for his touch and it had only been less than twenty-four hours since the last time she'd had him inside of her. She craved him, and her pussy
was going to make sure he knew just how deeply he was missed.

The rise of her cleavage nestled perfectly under his chin as he leaned in to kiss her some more. He then drove his tongue along her earlobe until it rested on her first hot spot. The other had been the inner part of her thighs.

Ostensibly taking mental cliff notes to the way she squirmed underneath him, his tongue stayed put while his right hand moved between her inner thighs and into her crotch-less panties. She spread her legs further apart, feeling her pussy gush the instant he laid hands on it. It was like Niagara Falls down below, but she knew his tongue and dick weren't afraid of getting soaked.

She gasped at the length and thickness of his middle finger as he slowly penetrated her with it, stroking her pussy to the rhythm of the R&B track playing in the background. Before she could get too comfortable, a second finger entered her, warming her up for the main event.

The slow winding of Greg's fingers inside of her warmth nearly brought her to climax. He was just as good with his hands as he was with his magic wand. Looking at him she would have never guessed he made love this good. She had underestimated the wrong man.

“That feels sooo good, baby,” Naomi purred. Just a couple of more strokes and she would have climaxed all over his fingers.

“You like that?” He kissed her softly on the lips.

“Oh yes. Make love to me,” she begged desperately. She needed to feel him this instant. She began rolling her hips in such a motion that now the music couldn't keep up.

Greg slid his drenched fingers coated with nothing but her warm erotic passion, out of her. He brought them to her lips and began sculpting them with her own caramel drizzle as if it were only lip balm. It was one of his sexual habits that Naomi found so erotic.

“Nothing like a glass of bubbling champagne,” Greg said.

Naomi ran her tongue across her bottom and top lip. “I taste better than champagne.”

“Ha, ha, ha. You damn right.”

Greg separated her legs even more and lowered his entire face into her wetness. He escorted his tongue over and around her nice and tender love button before devouring it whole. She clenched the sheets the second his stiff tongue lifted off the landing strip and propelled into her erogenous zone. The way her body squirmed and neck jerked while she cursed in a pre-orgasmic fit, one would have mistaken her throes of passionate sexual gratification for an exorcism. He was taking her all the way there. After a few laps of riding his tongue all the way to Paris and back, Naomi reached a heavy climax. She came so hard she thought she'd peed on herself, and she was sure he thought the same.

“I love you,” Greg said, looking deeply into her eyes before climbing on top of her.

“I love you too, baby.”

Greg slowly, but eagerly, entered her temple. He grabbed her by the waist and made a long deep thrust inside of her. She shuddered as his length and thickness filled her to her max, causing her to sink her nails into his flesh with every thrust, backstroke, and dip.

“Awww yeah!” Greg grunted.

Naomi wrapped her long thick legs loosely around his back until she enveloped him. “Have me your way,” she said.