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that no man could resist. Charm flew out of my mouth when I spoke, hypnotizing them, pulling them in closer. They were always intrigued to know more about me, in a peel back the layers of my onion sort of way. But, none had ever came as close as Chino did. I fell in love almost as instantly as he did. We were married in six months and still work together to this day. Something I was discreetly working on changing very soon, as discreetly as I was a divorce.
    “Alright, I’m off.” Chino rose from the table, chucking his cup and saucer in the sink, before leaning in to give me a sensual forehead peck.
    “Ugh, whatever.” The disgust was written all over my face plain as day.
    However, he strolled on like he was having a happy, normal, peaceful day. His face was blank as he picked up his briefcase and bounced to the door. It pissed me off to my core, boiling my blood. But, I had something that always turned my frown in to a smile. I had something that I only played with when the cat was away. It was a toy that made my stomach flutter and my glands sweaty from the thought of it. I had Brian Jackson, a dark chocolate football player built Mandingo that ate my pussy for what felt like weeks at a time. His tongue vibrated against my clit like none that I had ever experienced. Yeah, Chino was good but Brian was damn good. Thinking about it gave me chills and when he laid his pipe, he did so as if he was the world’s greatest.
    I met Brian eight months ago when I decided to go to The Glass House, a quaint little bar in Englewood. Occasionally, I’d go by myself to get away from Chino’s needy ass. I would only get a few drinks then bounce to clear my thoughts in silence. On that day, Brian was sitting at the end of the bar chatting it up with his boys and some hood rat groupies that flocked to them. They were trying to get the men to buy them more drinks. But, as hot as they were dressed, they weren’t looking for some sideline trash to take home.
    Once our eyes locked, he was mine. He moved closer to me as I pretended not to care. He stood so close to me that it was hard to ignore the sweet scent of cognac on his breath. It took mine away. There were no words spoken. His finger directed my chin to his lips, nestling his with mine. It wasn’t long before he showed me the back seat of his 2012 jet-black Cadillac Escalade. He opened up the moon roof and the rest was history. The air blew in so cold that my ass nearly froze off. My nipples were so hard when I released them from my bra as the rest of me shivered wildly. Brian made sure to quickly heat me up with the warmth of his tongue and the shelter of his mouth.
    “Hey baby.” Licking my lips moist from the very thought of his well-muscled body pressed against mine, placing my Galaxy S2 on speaker.
    “Sup girl. What you on?” Brian’s voice was as deep as Barry White’s but smooth enough to have his own distinction.
    “Nothing. Thinking about not going to work today. I’d rather come play with you instead.”
    “What? You missing work? Now you trippin’ girl. What’s your man gonna say about that? Didn’t you say y’all work together?”
    “Brian, you let me worry about that shit. I got this all under control and that whack ass fool wrapped right around my middle finger. Besides, I told you I was trying to get a divorce anyway. I can always find another job.” I rose, placing my cup in the sink, before heading for the living room and flopping down on the couch.
    “Your ass is crazy. Well, I gotta work today myself.”
    “Work? Fool, you own a string of successful barbershops all over the city. You’re your own boss. Don’t play with me, Brian.”
    “I ain’t playin’ with you. How do you think those shops stay open and successful? Somebody’s gotta run around and make sure business is business as usual. I don’t slack on my pimpin’ when it comes to my money baby. Money will always trump pussy any day of the week.” His words were stern but I felt