Marrying the Millionaire
out of the driveway, many emotions brewed inside
Richmond. Closing the door, he hoped like hell that Jason wouldn’t
make a hot move on fine ass Kayla.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    “ WHY IN THE WORLD DIDN’T I
ask Richmond if I could bring CJ to work with me?” Kayla spoke out
loud to herself, standing inside CJ’s cluttered room, overflowing
with trucks, books, and toys.
    “ I don’t know why,” CJ said
on a shrug.
    Snickering, she hadn’t meant for CJ to
answer her. “You’re too funny, little fella.” Hefting him from the
mattress into her arms, she kissed his forehead and walked to the
bathroom to give him a bath. “You almost caused Mommy to not get a
job today. The next time you want to go outside, you need to get
permission, okay?”
    CJ nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”
    She lowered CJ to the floor next to
the tub and turned the nozzle. Water poured from the sprout and
began filling the tub. Crouching beside the tub in front of CJ,
wild, lusty thoughts of Richmond entered her mind. She could still
feel the warm grip of his firm handshake, causing tingles to now
spiral through her system.
    Broad shoulders, rock solid chest, and
pert nose, Richmond’s body had looked solid, and oh so masculine.
Dashing brown eyes, black hair cut close to his scalp, every time
his sexy mouth had moved today, her labia had fluttered between her
legs. Her nipples had tingled. Butterflies had twirled her stomach
like a high school aged girl. No man, not even her ex-husband
Carson, had ever made her feel so hot and bothered while in his
presence like that.
    Imagining Richmond trailing a finger
over her lips, Kayla closed her eyes and let her mind drift to
Richmond.
    I bet he makes good, good
loving. Bet he’s tender and gentle when he makes love to a woman.
Takes his time sucking sweetly on her breasts. He probably flicks
her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, like a soft
caress.
    “ Wake up, Mommy.” CJ shook
her shoulder.
    Kayla’s eyes sprang wide
open. I can’t get my boss off my mind.
Ooo, Lordy. Aroused, she turned off the
faucet and stood. The doorbell rang. I
wonder who that could be. “Take off your
clothes, CJ, and get in the tub.”
    Wearing her light pink lounge shirt
with matching bottoms, Kayla walked barefoot through the living
room and headed toward the front door. Wondering who in the world
would be visiting her so late in the evening, she placed an eye
over the peephole.
    What is he doing here? How
does he know where I stay?
    Blue-eyed Jason stood on her front
porch, wearing a red checkered shirt and navy denim
jeans.
    “ Who is it?” she asked,
wondering why on Earth Richmond’s employee would be coming to her
home this time of night.
    “ It’s me, Jason. You
accidentally left your cell phone in my car when I took you to pick
up your car earlier.” Apprehensive, Kayla cracked open the door.
Standing tall on the other side of the screen door, Jason held her
cell up to his chest level, his mouth easing into a grin. “Hope it
was okay to stop by without calling. But if you’re anything like
me, you feel lost without your cell.” A buzzing wasp flew in
circles around the porch light in the ceiling.
    This could’ve waited until
tomorrow , Kayla thought, pushing open the
creaking screen door.
    Just as she reached for the phone, a
loud wail resounded throughout her home. She gasped and took off
running for CJ’s room.
    “ Mommy! Mommy!” Scurrying
down the hallway, CJ’s boisterous screams caused Kayla’s heart to
thunder like a bad storm inside her beating chest.
    Alarmed, she ran inside the
bathroom to find CJ lying on the floor, writhing in pain, gripping
his arm. The radius bone in his arm pushed hard against his red,
bruised skin, looking broken. Ohmygod.
Ohmygod.
    “ What happened, CJ?”
Gathering him in her arms, tears slowly made their way down her
cheeks.
    “ Whaaa! Whaaa!” CJ’s feet
kicked wildly on the tile floor.
    Jason rushed inside the bathroom,
dropped down next to CJ, and

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