Free Talk a Good Game by Angie Daniels Page A

for a woman with two
children to order when I spotted someone who looked familiar
standing in line. I think I recognized him at the exact moment he
noticed me staring at him.
    He walked over. “Excuse me. Are
you Nyree?”
    “ Yep. And
you ’ re Jeremy Anthony Lee Samuels,
Jr.” Now that I had a face to match the squeaky voice, it didn’t
sound so bad.
    He smiled and I noticed he had thick eyebrows and
large brown eyes that were both beautiful and sincere. He had a big
swollen head but it actually worked for his face. Up close and
personal I realized he had an amazing dark chocolate complexion.
Jeremy had to be about five-eleven with a medium build. And he had
this boyish grin that lit up his entire face.
    “ I can’t believe I ran into you,”
he said with a nervous laugh that I found cute.
    “ Me either.”
    They called my number for my food. I grabbed my bag
then turned and looked over at him.
    His face suddenly became very
serious. “You have time to sit and eat?” he asked and was staring
at me like he was star stuck.
    Damn. I hated to respond, “No, I
have a meeting.”
    Jeremy gave a look like he wasn’t
surprised. I didn’t want him to think I was blowing him off because
I wasn’t. He was far better than that reject I had just
left.
    “ Maybe some other time?” he said
but it sounded more like a question.
    I nodded. “I ’ d
like that. Really… just call me,” I said and noticed I was sounding
nervous. He gave me a goofy smile and I felt the space between my
thighs becoming moist. I know I was grinning like a fool. I had
just said all those negative things about meeting nothing but
rejects on the Internet but now that I had a chance to meet Jeremy
in person, things were starting to look up.
    By the time I had pulled back into the parking lot
at the unit, my phone vibrated in my purse. I reached for it and
read the text on the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was
from Jeremy. I quickly typed in my passcode and clicked on my
messages.
    Look forward to seeing you again.
    So am I, I thought with a smile. So am I.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
10
    JANELLE
     
     
    “ Jae, baby. You wanna go and have
dinner before the show?”
    I was lounging across the bed in our suite at the
Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. Quincy and I had spent
most of the day shopping and walking along the strip. With the heat
beaming down on me, I made it back to the hotel two shades darker
and dead on my feet. We took a shower, made love and I fell asleep.
Q slapped me playfully across my ass.
    “ Janelle, you hear me talking to
you?”
    I moaned and rolled my naked body
over to my side. I hated to be disturbed when I ’ m sleep. “Yeah
yeah just give me a second to get up.”
    Leaning in close, Q pressed his
lips to my cheek. “No rush. As good as you ’ re looking
I’d rather get some more of that.”
    I was smirking too hard to object to him rolling me
onto my back. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Q was so fine
with his cocoa-brown skin. He had a beautiful chest from hours of
pumping weights in the gym and his salt and pepper beard was
definitely on point. He buried his face between my breasts. I was
lying there moaning while Q sucked at my nipples like a hungry man.
Reaching down between us I stroked on his penis though there was no
need. He was already brick hard.
    “ Mmmm babe,” he
moaned. “That ’s it. Play with your
dick.”
    Mine? I
rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and told myself to focus on how
good he made my breasts feel. Q had skills and knew exactly how
much pressure to apply to my nipples before releasing and suckling
on the other. Just the way I liked it. Then he replaced his lips
with his talented hands, taking my nipples between his fingers and
caressing them to the point of pure torture. I was moaning and
wetness slid between my legs. He always had this way of getting me
so aroused, I was ready to lose my mind.
    “ Please,” I moaned, spreading my
legs. “Fuck the