Free Long Slow Second Look by Marilyn Lee Page B

just say it. Meeting you was…interesting and diverting, but I don't expect we'll see each other again. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding any number of women eager to be your friend. I hope you'll wish me luck with Deandre.
    "Bye and thanks for…for…thanks. Bye."
    I ended the call and lay gasping for breath for several minutes before I could breathe normally again. Then I went into the bathroom and stared at the hickeys on my neck. Oh, hell I'd enjoyed having them made but now had to worry about covering them. One look at them and Deandre would know what I'd been doing with John. John. Oh, John.
    For God's sake, Am, stop behaving like a silly teenager. You did what you had to do. He's not interested in marriage or having any more kids. You want both. Seeing him again would be as insane as letting him fuck you raw had been. You've been foolish enough for him to last a lifetime. You have to move on.
    Ignoring the urge to have a good long cry, I listened to Deandre's message next.
    "Great news, Amber. I was able to rearrange my schedule for tomorrow. How does dinner and dancing sound? If I don't hear from you, I'll pick you up at six. I'm looking forward to seeing you again outside the office. Bye."
    His message would have had me dancing in the streets this time yesterday. Now it filled me with confusion. Part of me still wanted to pretend the craziness with John hadn't happened and savoring finally taking the first step in my goal to land Deandre. Then there was the other part of me who had surrendered so shamelessly to John who wanted an opportunity to be his bad girl again. That part of me was so over Deandre it was a little frightening.
    I reluctantly decided the realist in me needed to prevail. Although I really was not in the mood and didn't foresee that changing by tomorrow, I would go out with Deandre and put every effort into charming him and knocking him off his big feet and into my arms. I'd done it with John and I could do it with Deandre.
    But oh…John.

Chapter Six
    John
     
    I listened to Amber's message on Sunday morning after I'd spent a frustrating and embarrassing night with Janet. For the first time in years, I'd been unable to achieve an erection long enough to actually have sex.
    Hearing Amber ask me to wish her well with a man who'd kept her trailing after him for a year pissed me the fuck off. Still stung by my inability to perform with Janet, I was in a foul mood. I should have gone home and tried to relax.
    Instead, I drove to Amber's apartment, pressed my finger on her bell, and kept it there until I heard her annoyed voice over the intercom.
    "John! What are you doing here?"
    "We need to talk."
    "About what? Didn't you get my message?"
    "Let me in, Amber."
    "Didn't you get–"
    "I heard your message. Now open the damn door!"
    "Trying to order me around is not going to get you anything but ignored, John!"
    "Fine! Open the door–please."
    "Why?"
    "I need to talk to you."
    "You know what happens when we're alone, John."
    "You have my word I only want to talk."
    "I had your word before that you could control yourself and you know how well that turned out for me."
    That remark was below the belt and pissed me off. Anyone listening would think I'd raped her. "Do we really have to have this conversation in public, Amber?"
    She didn't respond. I was about to turn away in frustration when I heard the buzzer, signaling she'd released the door lock.
    I struggled to control my temper and foul mood on the elevator ride to her apartment. When she opened the door, I felt an immediate stirring in the cock that had wilted on me with Janet.
    Without giving her a chance to say anything, I stepped in, closed the door, and took her in my arms. Sliding my hands down her back to her big ass, I ground my hips against hers until I felt my cock coming to attention. Thank God!
    "John!" She pushed against my shoulders. "You said—"
    "I know what I said. I just want to hold you." And reassure myself that what happened