A Kiss of Color: A BWWM Interracial Pregnancy Romance (Book 2) Read Free Page A

room in an attempt to shut the damn thing off, but he was too late.
    Groaning softly, Helena rolled over to curl slender fingers around the madly vibrating device. Blinking blearily. She sat up to extend it to him. “Phone, Xavier.”
    Swallowing a sigh of disappointment, Xavier reached for the phone. It was, interestingly enough, none other than Margaret. He answered reluctantly, watching as Helena stretched before slipping from the bed to pad to the bathroom.
    “ Yes , Margaret?” He fought to keep the ire from his voice as he spoke to his right-hand woman.
    “Xavier, what’s going on with you this morning? It’s nearly ten! I thought you said you were going to be in the office by nine.”
    Xavier resisted the urge to glare at the phone as the sound of the shower starting came from the bathroom. “Margaret, I’ll be in a little later, alright? I was hoping to spend some time with Helena this morning. She’s had a tough time of it lately.”
    “Oh!” Margaret’s entire rushed demeanor changed. “I’m sorry! I’ll just…well, let me know when you’re on your way.”
    “Will do.” He replied brusquely, before hanging up. The moment he did, he was greeted with a cry of dismay from the bathroom. The water shut off and three seconds later, a very wet, very irate Helena rushed from the bathroom.
    “Xavier! You said you would wake me up?” He winced at the shrillness of her tone. “I have a SHIT ton of stuff to get done today, and you KNEW that! How could you let me sleep in so late?”
    “Honey,” He tried, carefully, “You were exhausted last night. If I would have woken you that probably would have meant less than five hours of sleep. We talked about this. You need your rest.”
    Helena parted plump lips, as if to raise her voice in protest, before her mouth shut. This action was very common for the young woman. It occurred whenever she wanted to argue but had very little justification behind said argument. As he watched her flounder, Xavier tried not to smile. She was probably still too tired to come up with any sort of valid rebuttal. Leisurely, he reached out to enfold her in his arms. Before she could come up with any protest whatsoever, his mouth covered hers in a searing kiss.
    The erection he’d been trying to will away for the past half hour came back with a vengeance as Helena melted against him, a soft moan spilling from her lips.
    He might have to tell Margaret that he would be in very late indeed.
    In a deft motion, Xavier scooped his lover into his arms to carry her back to bed, their mouths never losing contact. As he lay her back against the mattress, he peeled her towel from where it clung damply to her curves, exposing her in all her nude glory.
    For a moment, Xavier had to stop and stare. Every time he undressed Helena, he thought he might get used to the magnificence of her body. How wrong he always was. He could never get enough of her smooth, chocolate-hued skin, her ripe breasts with their dark, dusky peaks, and the tiny thatch of curls between luscious thighs.
    With a reluctant, enticing smile, the young woman stared up at him with unique, gray-hued eyes. She arched a brow at his lengthy stare. “Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Thompson?”
    Xavier groaned softly. “There are lots of things you could help me with.” He kissed her once, leisurely, before his tongue slid against her own, tasting her sweet, intoxicating flavor. His mouth trailed its way down her neck and over to the lobe of her ear, nipping at it before he continued huskily. “This being principle among them.” He pressed his hardness against the core of her and Helena inhaled sharply, her arms winding about his neck.
    “Is this what my errands are being pushed back for?” She teased lightly, moments before his mouth found hers again.
    “A very good cause.” He defended himself against her lips before sucking the lower, fuller one into his mouth to nibble on. Xavier reveled in the shiver that