“Oh…” my protest was drowned out in the man’s passionate kiss. The next thing I knew, we were already lying on the bed.
Holding his neck, I stared deep into his eyes and asked in between my shallow pants, “Maybe I’ll let you keep me around forever. What do you say, lover boy?”
As though being fully charged, beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as he quickened his hip movements. Finally satisfied, Christopher ran his fingers along my bare back and replied, “I like it when you call me your lover boy. Do that more often.”
My chest trembled from trying to suppress a laugh. This man had an unusual craze in bed. I realized that calling him a lover boy would help spur him on during our dalliance in bed.
My peaceful days had lasted for less than a week when I was stopped by Crystal on my way to work. She had found out where I lived and seemed to have waited a long time for me.
“Hi, cousin. It isn’t easy to locate you. Have you been busy seducing men around town?” she lowered her gaze as she spoke so I would focus on the numerous hickeys on her chest. Her intention was to provoke me by showcasing those love bites on such a private body part. Unfortunately, that didn’t work on me. I shot her a cold glance before replying flatly, “I believe you are more experienced in this area than I am, given that you’re always surrounded by different men. Who’s to say these love bites only belong to one person?”
I wasn’t one who would always go out of my way to hit someone below the belt. But compared to what Crystal had done to me, this was only fitting. The woman’s darkened expression, however, almost had me believe that what I said was true.
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