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  She runs her hands down my back, grabbing the edge of my T-shirt and pulling it off over my head before removing her own. Her breasts are pert and perfect, and I lean in to suck on each hard nipple, rolling my tongue against them and pulling with a slight nip as I release each one.

  She climbs over me and snuggles down into the bed, stretching her taut body out and running her hand over the empty spot where she wants me to lay. I remove my jeans and boxer briefs and slide into bed next to her, cradling into her warmth. Her body wraps around mine and presses in closer. The heated feel of her skin on mine is tantamount to Heaven. My thumb caresses her hip and thigh as it drapes over mine. “I just want to hold you while we fall asleep,” I whisper in her ear and kiss her nose. She snuggles down deeper into the crook of my arm, fluttering her eyes closed. Within moments, her breathing deepens and my worries lighten knowing that all will be well as long as I’m with her.

  I awaken to nails scraping across my outer thighs, as she settles in between my legs. Her breasts graze my hips as she dips down. She’s concentrating on the task at hand and I watch a slight flush creep over her chest. She’s got dirty thoughts on her mind. She lifts her eyes to check if I’m awake and all I can see are bright purple crystals. Oh yeah, she’s got really dirty thoughts going on in that brain this morning.

  “What are you up to?” I ask gruffly, partially sitting up on my elbows and wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I smile sleepily at her when she shrugs her shoulders playing innocent.

  “The question is, what are you up to?” as she takes my morning hard-on into her long fingers, holding it erect with both hands and pointing it to the ceiling. She’s got red lipstick on and that teasing smile I’ve come to love. Her lips form an O and she takes me in deep, sucking hard on the entire length until I hit the back of her throat. She nibbles on the tip when she pulls back out, nipping and biting at it gently several times. The flat of her tongue runs along the large vein down the center, placing little kisses in a circular motion around the base of my dick. She cradles my balls in her hands before they disappear into her mouth like candy, one at a time until they roll off her wet tongue now heated from her breath. She’s sexy as fuck and she’s all mine.

  “I couldn’t sleep. You’re too sexy to sleep next too and not...touch you,” she admits.

  I slide into her wet mouth again, fucking it nice and slow as I hear slurping noises in between her mewling. She’s tasting me like a lollipop and damn if I hope she never loses her sweet tooth. “Babe. If you keep doing that ‘swallow my dick’ trick you seemed to have mastered, you’re gonna have to swallow me whole— I’m about to come. Do you want to switch places?”

  She beams her large innocent eyes at me and shakes her head no with my dick in her mouth, sucking harder on the intake this time. Jesus Christ, I’m a weak sinner when it comes to her. After a few more hard strokes, my legs shake and dick pulses before I release my orgasm down the back of her throat. She continues to suck me dry, wrapping her tongue around me and cleaning me off until she’s content with her job.

  I growl and scoop her up, dragging her on top of me. Her nipples flatten against my chest, and we stick to each other like glue with the heat and sweat we’ve created. “You should be a food group all to yourself,” she teases, “Because you are delicious...like homemade buttered bread.”

  “If my memory serves me correctly, you taste sweet like strawberries...and it’s near breakfast time.” I roll her over on to her back, and crawl backwards, settling in between her legs. She lifts her feet up and places them on the back of my shoulders, giving me greater access. Damn, she knows what and how she wants me to give it to her. My fingertips caress the bend in her legs, teasing her pussy with anticipation. She’s already glistening with need. I run the tip of my tongue straight up the seam of her pussy lips, wiggling it at the top teasing her clit. A small orgasm trickles down onto my chin as she releases a broken moan. Her butt squirms and hips lift into me silently begging for more.

  My fingers open her up wide, enough to lick and suck her swollen clit freely. Yes, she tastes like strawberries. Two slide fingers into her wetness, pumping as deeply and slowly as I can. My dick is getting hard with each moan that escapes her throat. She’s twisting the sheets around her fingers and pulling up on them letting me know she’s lost in her pleasure. Her heels dig down deeper into my back, pushing me more into her. I remove my fingers from her, and slide my tongue in, curling it up and edging around for her G-spot. She instantly grabs at my hair and starts twisting it tight, holding my head in place while I eat her out. Early morning tongue fucks are the best.

  I lick her pussy from ass to clit with the flat of my tongue, returning the favor, and damn if I don’t need her badly after that. I need to pump my dick into her and feel it squeeze me senseless. She must need it too because I finally hear her pleading, “Mat, get inside me. I wanna feel you in me. Pleeeease.”

  “Cassee I don’t have any condoms. I was in too much of a hurry to get here last night. This was the last thing on my mind,” explaining through my panting breaths.

  “In the drawer, just open and reach in,” she mutters breathlessly and points to the side table drawer. I pull a condom out of the drawer and slide it over me. Crawling back over her luscious body, I slide into her warmth and the heat is almost too fucking much. I slow my rhythm down, pacing myself in and out to give her pleasure. Her moans slice right through me, pressing my internal need for speed mechanism. Her hips buck up into me, and her hands begin to shake against my skin. “Mat,” she whimpers, “I’m gonna come again. It’s building.”

  “It’s alright, baby. Just let it happen,” I reassure her to ease the panic rising in her voice. I pump into her a few more times and she moans loudly, as warmth floods my dick and her pussy clamps down on me convulsing. She’s so beautiful and innocent when she comes. Sex with Cassee isn’t just sex; it’s a whole ethereal experience. I need her for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 10 – Cassee

  Mat stayed until just after dawn, citing the need to not crowd me and give me personal space to take care of my business. He confuses me so much at times. What business am I doing at 6:00 am? I think he’s scared to stay the entire night and wake up with me. Maybe it’s too permanent for him — like a real relationship. I guess he doesn’t want that with me. That thought makes my heart hurt.

  It’s Saturday, a lazy day for me, and I have nothing on the agenda now that he’s gone. I’ve been up since he left, hurt and confused wishing desperately that I understood the male mind. I thought we’d wake up and go for a nice breakfast, and then maybe a shopping trip for fabric. I wanted to get his opinion on my sketches, but timing didn’t allow for it with his late arrival.

  Well, my day won’t start until I feed my body and move. Rise and shine my gramma would say. I reach for my phone and realize it’s still off. I press the power button in gently, and wait for the lights and music to signal service. After a few moments, my notifications start chiming and vibrating like crazy. I swipe across the screen and see that I missed several calls from Mat and five text messages. Jeesh, that man is crazy, but he makes me feel like crazy is a good thing. Giddiness bubbles up inside me spreading a smile across my face. How does a woman come to understand a man?

  It’s too early to be pondering the ways of the universe, that’s for sure. I need some coffee, the elixir of the Gods. The plastic lid pops off the metal canister and crushed Columbian java beans permeate my nose, sinking right into my blood. While waiting for it to brew, I pop some bread into the toaster and dial it to 4 for a little slice of perfection with butter. I’m reminded of Mat last night as I push the lever down. No, that was earlier this morning. Wow. Was that just a few hours ago? He tasted just like sweet cream butter slathered on a piece of hot, crispy toast. I’ve lost my mind...comparing him to food.

  My phone finally finishes buzzing with notifications, and I put all thoughts of Mat on hold while I wait for my coffee and toast. I swipe across the screen to unlock it and
press the email app. The first email jumps out at me with a subject of Savannah Fashion Contest. Gosh, that seems like forever ago now. Those two months passed by quickly.

  June 5, 2017

  Dear Miss Cassee Moore,

  Congratulations! You have been awarded the Grand Prize in the SUMMER IN SAVANNAH fashion style contest. We look forward to displaying your winning piece in the Summer in Savannah Fashion Show July 3, 2017. We sincerely hope you’ll attend this event and join us for appetizers and cocktails before the show.

  You have also been awarded an all-expense paid trip for you and a guest to New York Fashion Week (September 7-14, 2017). During fashion week, you will be the guests of honor with the Blushing Babes Clothing Company, which will feature your winning piece in their Blushing Babes 2018 line. Also included in this prize package is a one-day pass to Blushing Babes corporate headquarters for you and your guest.

  Please contact our office at your earliest convenience to accept your grand prize. We look forward to hearing from you.

  Thank you,

  Wendy McComas

  Sr. Director, Savannah Fashion Week

  PO Box 0923

  Savannah, GA 31402

  (555)867-5309 X 1009

  “OMG! OMG! OMG! I cannot believe I won!” I screech out in sheer delight and do a little stomping dance on the floor, probably scaring my elderly neighbors. I must remember to tone it down in this place, but right now— I just don’t care. I quickly hit the contact list on my phone app and start to scroll through to Mat’s number, but slow down and eventually stop completely.

  No, Cassee. He needs space from you, remember?

  I should probably leave him alone. I’m sure he’s tired, and like he hinted with his leaving early this morning, he needs space from me. I can share my news with him later. It suddenly dawns on me that I have no one to share my good news with now, and that’s just sad. Well, only I have the power and control to fix this situation. I scroll through my contacts and find Lindy, pressing the dial button as soon as it opens up.

  “Hello,” she says in a sleepy voice. Crap, I hope I didn’t wake her up. I’ve always been an early bird, and forget that others aren’t the same way.

  “Hey, it’s Cassee. Do you have any plans for today?” I ask, crossing my fingers quickly and hoping she says no.

  “Nope. Not that I can think of, but I’m just waking up. Why? What’s going on?” she asks. “Shit, Cassee. It’s 7:00 am.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve got news to share, though and I can’t sleep anymore. How about a little materials shopping trip first? It might help you with a show theme, if we find something that you like? PLEEEEEASE? And then I’ll treat you to dinner,” I say, throwing in that little bribe to sweeten the deal.

  I hear her yawn in between our conversation. “So, I take it Mat approved the sketches you did?” she asks.

  “No. He hasn’t seen them yet, but these will just be mock pieces. I can make changes to them later if he doesn’t like them,” I reassure her, it’s an easy enough process.

  “I guess he didn’t make it to your place last night? He raced through the club like the hounds of hell were on his ass to get out of there,” she announces, laughing again in the middle of her yawn and it sounds like two cats fighting.

  There’s a dramatic pause as I finish yawning to speak. “Stop yawning, it’s contagious. You’re making me do it now,” I tease. “Yeah, he stopped by. I just didn’t get to show him the sketches.” I snicker under my breath thinking back to my red lipstick that I put on this morning. It’s supposed to be rub-proof but some got on him anyway. He’ll have a fun time trying to scrub that off the base of his dick. It’ll be there for days.

  She squeals loudly through the phone, “I take it from your naughty laughter that I need those deets, so hell yeah. What time do you want to go?” she asks.

  “Nothing opens until 10 am. Just pick me up then,” I reply.

  “See you then. Later girllll,” she says excitedly.

  “Byyyeeeee,” I say softly, giggling at her as I end the call.

  Well, now that my day has promise, I finish my breakfast and get a quick shower. Well, a quicker-than-usual shower. Showers are where I do my best creative thinking, which explains why I end up looking like a prune and have a high water bill. I race out of the shower to add a few more details to the red bustier sketch, and then load them into my portfolio. I throw that in my purse for when Lindy gets here. I’m so freakin’ excited, I dance across the floor to the music of Shakira playing on the stereo.

  After a few loads of laundry and scheduling with the church administrator to pick up my grandparents clothing and a few other donations, I’m all set to go. Within a few moments, my phone chimes, and I glance at the clock; it’s about time for Lindy to arrive. Pushing the slide bar across, I frown because I have a text from Mat.

  M: I miss you. Can I come over?

  C: Aww. That’s sweet, but I’m getting ready to go shopping with Lindy for the shows.

  M: Oh.

  A few minutes go by and there’s no response from him. Suddenly, I’m back in college and the boys are ignoring me again. It hurts so damn bad, making me feel like I’m not worth the effort. My next breath breaks and my body shudders while tears start to roll down my face. I need to stop this baby-crying. Mat’s not like the boys at school. He’s got a life without me. He runs a club that demands his time. Even though I’m just a passing blip on his radar, a tiny fissure of a crack breaks my heart open and more tears flood my face.

  M: Okay. Can I see you later?

  I take a long, deep breath and clear my throat, not wanting him to know I’ve been crying.

  C: I’m not sure. Do you truly want to see me later or are you going to leave early again?

  M: I don’t play games, Cassee. If I asked to see you, then I want to. I’ll explain later. I’ll be there at 8:00 pm.

  I don’t send a response, feeling like that’s the end of the conversation. Mat is different, and I’m not going to jump to conclusions either. He says he’ll explain later and I’ll listen, because I’m a fair-minded person.

  My phone chimes again and it’s Lindy texting.

  L: I’m here. C’mon down.

  C: On my way.

  We head down to 37th Avenue in the fashion district, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest when Lindy parks right in front of Nex Fabrics. I jump out of the car, but my steps slow as I approach the store. The large storefront windows hold breathtaking designs from around the world using their material selections. Lindy stands beside me and raises her hands to my jaw, lifting it ever so slightly to a closed position, chuckling under her breath.

  “Girl, stars are shining out of your eyes when you look inside that window,” she laughs again, taking my arm like an escort and guiding me to the door. “That’s how I must look when I go to the theater and watch a dance performance. It’s awe-inspiring.”

  She opens the door for me and pushes me over the threshold. Angels sing as we enter, but Lindy says it was just the chimes dangling from the front door as it closed when I asked her if she heard them.

  We spend hours in Nex’s. My creative juices race frantically as I pull out sketch after sketch and hold materials up to them. Lindy’s dance expertise is invaluable to me. We choose semi-heavy materials for durability that will stretch and move with the dancer, not to mention, be subject to constant ripping with the Velcro removal process. Several times, I caught Lindy dancing in the aisles with a few of the materials that we selected so it’s been a mutually beneficial trip for us both, and nothing is more satisfactory to my work than that.

  We check out with our cart-load of choices, and load up the trunk of the car with bags stuffed and overflowing with bright colors. I want to race home now and start cutting and piecing materials together, but first, we must eat and gossip.

  We end up at Juniper On the Water in Hallandale Beach and choose from their summer sunset menu. It’s a quaint restaurant that’s hidden away from the hustle and bu
stle of Miami tourism, but the best part is the outside dining. The sounds of seagulls crying, boats trolling, and water lapping against the docks adds to the beautiful waterside views. Not to mention the food simply melts in your mouth.

  “Soooo, stop holding out on me. You’ve made me wait all day long. Give me the scoop on Mat,” Lindy begs, grabbing my arm and pretending to twist it. Her eyebrows raise and eyes flare wide trying to bully me to give up the details. “Don’t make me twist your skin raw.”

  “There’s no need for violence,” I scold, watching her release my arm as we both laugh. “As my only friend, and instant best friend, I’ll tell you the particulars, but you have to promise not to gossip them about. He is your boss.”

  “And yours, might I add,” she reminds me, rolling her eyes in fake admonishment.

  I go back over the entire history of our brief love affair to date, while we eat. She comments here and there on the little aspects of what she knows and thinks about Mat, but basically sits in awe at how fast it’s evolved.

  “Wow. Sounds like instalove to me,” she sighs breathlessly. Her eyes shine bright with a slight flush about her cheeks. “Also sounds like that man knows how to deliver phenomenal sexy times too.”

  Heat rises to my face and surely it’s the same shade as our patio umbrella, paprika. “Yes, yes he does. I’m not that experienced with men, but he definitely has mastered sexy times.”

  “All the Solis boys have, from what I hear. They have their own private lap dance rooms in the club that are decked out to befit a porn king,” she whispers lowly so the other patrons don’t hear.