Simone gets some bad news at work, in the form of being laid off from her job. The only person who can lift her out of her depression is a quick phone call away.
Will Marcus wants only one thing—a woman named Simone. But he also knows she has an independent, fiery streak in her that will never be tamed. Or can it?
I rolled over on my side and blearily looked at my alarm clock to see what time it was.
I did not want to get out of bed on this January morning. I was comfortable right where I was.
I moaned, stretched, and moaned again. Just so I couldn’t see the clock any more, or the time, I rolled over on my other side.
The time of year wasn’t the only reason why I didn’t want to get up. Simply put, I was horny. The longing I had for Will Marcus was as real as the clothes on my body.
Just last night, I was watching Entertainment Tonight. They had gone to cover some kind of black tie red carpet event over the weekend, interviewing celebrities as they arrived. Then, there was Will, looking devastatingly handsome in a tux without a bow tie, the collar unbuttoned. Naturally, the reporter had asked him if he was seeing anyone, among other questions. Will had arrived alone.
He replied, “Not right now. But there’s someone I’m interested in.” They moved on to the next celebrity. I muted the TV.
Jacque softly said, “Honey. Call him. I know you want to. Right?”
Shifting uncomfortably, I said, “Right. I want to.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I’m having a hard time thinking of a good reason.” I wished I were there with him. Wished it so bad, I could practically taste it.
Jacque rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you need a good reason, not with him.”
“Probably not. Go ahead. Call me chicken.”
“I think I just did.”
That morning in October when I left his house after I stayed overnight was the last time I saw him, even though I agreed to be at his beck and call. Besides the fact it was against Miss Barbour’s policy, I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed that I’d had sex with a man I barely knew. Except, it didn’t feel wrong at all. If anything, it felt very right.
I also remembered our easy chemistry. Our natural, unforced conversations. Each time we saw each other, it felt like we hadn’t missed a second, like there had been no interruption.
Will was the first man to make me feel that way.
I missed Will. Plain and simple. I wanted him there in bed with me. I wanted to wake him with a blowjob, climb on top, or have him on top of me, make love to him, make love with him, and just generally spend the whole morning making love. Hopefully, we would have time to cuddle, at least in my fantasy.
There were still a few minutes before I had to get up, at least according to the clock radio.
