he made sure I could feel that his dick was rock hard.
“Fuck me,” I whispered just as his phone rang.
He groaned pulling out of the kiss. He did a doubletake as he noticed the name flashing across his phone’s screen.
“I have to take this,” he said roughly before answering the call. “Dad?” He unraveled my legs from his body as he continued. “The alert on my phone said that your flight was delayed.” He stood and looked at his watch.
I pushed myself up into a seated position as I watched him.
“Did you just land? Okay, no. No, it’s fine. I’m twenty minutes away so by the time they let you off the plane and you get your luggage I’ll be there.”
I grabbed my panties and slipped them on as he ended his call.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I need to get to the airport.”
I shook my head as I stood, following him to the door. “No, it’s fine. Go get your dad.”
He turned and grabbed my face. “Even though I didn’t get to finish my argument, I hope it was enough for a continuance. If not, I have no problem coming back to finish making my case.”
I grinned. “Those were excellent closing remarks, Counselor.”
He held my gaze for a second and then brushed his lips against mine. “See you later, Zola.”
“Bye, Cameron,” I whispered as he walked out the door.
Exhaling, I locked the door behind him.
Now that the orgasm had subsided and I didn’t have to look at his cute face, I knew I had to end my fun with Cam. He was a good man and I didn’t want to hurt him. I liked him. But the idea of leaving him alone nagged at me. I knew it was the right and the responsible thing to do, but the man had a gift.
If I’ve made it clear that I don’t want a relationship and he still wants to make sure I have regularly scheduled orgasms, is that wrong? I considered as I picked up my jeans from the floor. If I’m honest and transparent, what he does with that information is on him, right?
I shook my head. “No,” I answered myself aloud as I headed to the bathroom.
I lived my life without drama and complications. Staying involved with him knowing how he felt was wrong and it invited unnecessary problems. I sighed.
It was going to be hard to say goodbye to Cam. But it was fun while it lasted.
I didn’t know when my art was going to be delivered so I decided to shower first and then get some work done. I had a few hours before I had to meet Kia, so I was going to use the time to be productive.
Feeling clean and refreshed, I thought about putting on some real clothes but decided against it. Instead, I pulled on a pair of leggings over my wide hips and thick thighs. My favorite old, ratty t-shirt with the stretched-out neck didn’t quite come down long enough to cover my round ass. My soft body was moisturized and comfortable. My nails were freshly painted and shiny. And my hair was still slightly damp but styled in an updo with the Moroccan oil I used to make my tightly coiled curls pop.
“All I need now is a real outfit for tonight,” I murmured as I walked into my closet. “This!”
I picked out a sexy outfit that wouldn’t muss my hair and laid it across my bed.
When I got to the living room, I was even more productive. I typed up content for my website, I wrote Dear Zola responses, and I even started an article about intentional dating. I was in full-blown work mode and didn’t realize how much time had passed until my phone vibrated against the table. I picked it up and when I saw who it was, I smiled.
Heaven Leigh: Your delivery has arrived. Thank you again!
There was a firm knock against my door seconds later. I slipped my feet into my slides and scurried across the polished concrete. Peeking out the peephole, I couldn’t see anything but a large crate. My heart could’ve burst with excitement as I swung the door open.
“Hi, I have a delivery from Heavenly Studios,” the deep voice hidden behind the huge silver crate on the dolly addressed me. “For a Ms. Patterson.”
“That’s me. Come on in,” I told him, stepping back and pressing myself against the wall so he could wheel the huge canvases in. I closed and locked the door