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  “You sent Asia a snake, Camryn?”

  Camryn lifted her eyes from the paperwork she was reviewing. “Excuse me?”

  Darryl’s gaze narrowed. “You heard me.”

  She shrugged. “I found one in the corner of the bathroom and figured it would only be courteous to return it to her.”

  Darryl shook his head. A sly smile pulled at his mouth. “Please assure me that I have not gotten into bed with another crazy woman.”

  Camryn crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her seat. “Do you need to be reassured?”

  “I need to know that I’m not going to wake up with a snake anywhere near me!”

  “Know that I can give it as good as I get, Darryl. And I don’t back down from a challenge. If you do right by me, you can trust that I will always do right by you. But on an exceptionally good day I’m the wrong one to mess with. Asia hit me on a good day. She invaded my private space. I don’t take that lightly.”

  There was a knock on the door and Camryn’s assistant peeked her head in. “Ms. Charles, is there anything else you need before I leave?”

  Camryn shook her head. “No, Hazel. I appreciate you asking. I will probably be late tomorrow but I’ll call you as soon as I know my schedule.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll let security know that you two are the last ones left in the building. Have a good night. Goodbye, Mr. Boudreaux.”

  “Good night, Hazel,” Darryl responded.

  The two sat staring at each other, neither saying a word. Camryn broke the silence.

  “Are you upset with me?”

  Darryl laughed. “Nope!”

  “When did she call you?”

  “She didn’t. Mr. Landry called to ask if I knew anything about it.”

  “Was he upset?”

  “Actually, it sounded like he was amused. I think he’s had all he can take of Asia’s antics.”

  Camryn took a deep breath. “I promise I will never ever put a snake in your bed,” she said, moving from behind her desk to stand in front of him.

  “Or my car or anywhere else near me,” Darryl intoned. “Cross your heart and pinkie swear,” he said.

  Staring him in the eye, Camryn unbuttoned her silk blouse. Pulling it open, she slowly made the sign of the cross just above her left breast. She reached for his hand, entwining his fingers between her own as she pulled his palm to her heart, the heel grazing her rising nipple.

  “I pinkie swear,” she said as she pulled her skirt up and straddled him in the chair. She wasn’t wearing any panties, her bare bottom settling comfortably against him.

  Darryl grinned, his head bobbing up and down. Reaching his other hand to the back of her head, he twisted his fingers in her curls and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. Camryn eased forward until her pelvis was pressed tight against the rise of nature in his pants. Her skirt had risen up around her waist. He slid his hand from the back of her head down her back to the crest above her behind and caressed her smooth butt cheek. It was perfectly round and as slick as satin. His fingertip slid up and down the delectable valley between the cheeks, and his erection, full and engorged, twitched against the fabric of his pants, aching to be released.

  Camryn continued to kiss him hungrily as she slowly ground her pelvis tight to his. As she wrapped her hands around his neck, he sensed that she desperately needed release. He reached both hands around to her butt cheeks and pulled her closer so his cock was hard against the cusp of her crotch. He eased up and then pulled her to him again and again. Camryn’s body tensed and she began to pant softly, tossing her head back against her neck. Darryl continued to hump her body against his until she came against his lap, letting out a long, soft squeal. After the first spasm of her orgasm Camryn continued to thrust herself repeatedly against him, keeping her orgasm peaked. She finally thrust herself tight to him one last time, collapsing in his arms, her breathing heavy.

  Darryl held her, his hands caressing her back until her breathing eased and she caught her breath. He leaned up and kissed her full on the mouth and she responded by parting her lips, allowing him to slide his tongue into the cavity. His tongue was met by hers eagerly swirling past his lips. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her as she thrust her tongue into his open orifice.

  Darryl reached up and slid his hand beneath her bra, pulling at one hardened nipple and then the other. Camryn purred, her voice raspy as she moaned his name over and over. He kneaded harder and harder, Camryn seeming to have no limits. The harder he massaged her breasts, the more excited she seemed to become.

  “You like it?” he whispered huskily.

  “Your hands feel so good,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop!”

  Darryl was happy to continue, dropping his mouth to her nipples. He lashed each one with his tongue, moving back and forth eagerly. He moved his hands from her breasts back to her bottom, massaging her butt cheeks even harder. He shifted his body backward, pushing his hips and legs forward so that he was in a more reclined position. He continued to knead her buttocks with one hand as he licked her neck and chest with wild abandon.

  He slipped two of his fingers into Camryn’s mouth and she sucked greedily, wetting them with her saliva. The sensation was intense, the pulsing sensation coursing through every fiber of his body.

  Pulling his hand from her mouth Darryl slid his wet fingers up across her perineum, gently massaging the soft skin from the back edge of her vagina up between each of her butt cheeks. Camryn let out a loud moan as he continued to massage her, working his way till his fingertip found her tight ring. She pressed her butt against his hand and Darryl took the cue, pressing his finger into her. Her hole was tight but also giving as he entered her smoothly, stopping at the second knuckle. It wrapped snuggly around his finger, offering little strong resistance. Camryn moaned again, pressing her face into his neck, licking at the spot beneath his chin. She didn’t resist or flinch when he penetrated her anally, allowing a second and then a third finger into her posterior cavity. The mere thought made Darryl’s member pulse with a vengeance.

  Camryn continued to suck and lick his neck and ears, leaving a large welt to remind him of their lovemaking for a few days after. She licked down to his nipples and sucked one until it was tender, flicking her tongue over the hardened nub. They were both in a high state of arousal as Darryl thrust his pelvis up and down, desperately needing to orgasm.

  Rising from his seat, Darryl lifted her with him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her by the waist with one hand as he slipped the other between them, releasing himself from his pants. His slacks fell to the floor beneath his feet and he stepped out of them. Darryl moved her against the wall, her back pressed against the ivory paint. His hands clutched her buttocks, holding her up as he pressed himself between her legs. Camryn reached down to grab his manhood, stroking him boldly.

  Darryl could feel an orgasm beginning to churn through his pelvis up into his abdomen. Camryn sensed it, too, as she guided him toward her entrance, pushing her pelvis up and onto him. Darryl entered her secret box easily, pushing and pulling himself in and out of her. He pushed her harder against the drywall, humping her body vigorously. Camryn’s arms were latched tightly around his neck, her legs locked together around his lower back as she rocked back and forth with him. Her mouth clung to his and there was no defining where her body ended and his began. They were one unit, moving in perfect sync, and then she spasmed, the satin lining of her inner walls pulsing around his manhood, the sensation moving him to climax with her.

  As they sank to the carpeted floor, both were panting heavily. Both their bodies were shooting mini aftershocks through their relaxing muscles. As they lay together, Camryn resting on top of Darryl’s chest, she reached down to wrap her warm hand around his manhood. Her touch was light and easy, the tips of her fingers feeling like feathers teasin
g his skin. Darryl was suddenly surprised when he twitched, his temperature rising as she revived life back into the appendage. He saw her smile, clearly pleased with the results of her ministrations.

  “Girl, what are you doing to me?” he whispered huskily.

  Camryn giggled softly. “It’s more so what you are going to do to me,” she responded as she continued to reawaken vivacity in his member.

  He grinned. “And what am I going to be doing?”

  Smiling back, Camryn slid her body from his, pulling at the clothes that were still tangled around her body. Darryl sat up, sliding his back against the wall to watch her. Moving onto her hands and knees, she slowly gyrated her buttocks from side to side. He skimmed his hand over his crotch, slightly amazed at just how hard he was, the blood surging through his veins with a vengeance. And then she leaned forward, resting her chest against the floor as she spread her butt cheeks apart with her hands.

  Tossing him a quick look over her shoulder, Camryn beckoned him forward with her eyes. “Be gentle,” she cooed.

  His eyes wide, Darryl crawled up behind her, placing both of his hands against the line of her hips. He palmed the fullness of each melon, leaning to bite the soft skin. Darryl suddenly knew that it wouldn’t take much for him to explode with pleasure. He took three deep breaths to stall the wave of heat threatening to consume him.

  “Do me,” Camryn intoned, her raspy voice like fuel on the fire.

  Darryl eased himself against her rectum and she tensed ever so slightly, her body quivering with anticipation. He slowly trailed his fingers against her opening until he felt her relax. As his other hand slipped around her waist to tease her clit, he slid himself over her.

  “Give it to me,” she urged.

  Slowly and easily, Darryl eased himself through her rear door. He bit down against his bottom lip as Camryn pushed her muscles to allow him entrance. His fingers continued to dance against her swollen nub as he sank himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

  Camryn suddenly moved her body from his, pulling forward until only the tip of his manhood was inside of her. She rested only briefly before she pushed back until he was buried as far as his tool could go. She repeated the motion twice, then paused again as Darryl throbbed, every muscle in his body heated. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he took control, plunging and retreating with reckless abandon, the most decadent sensations sweeping between them. Pumping back and forth, Darryl’s own buttocks flexed with every forward push and backward pull. Back and forth, until he tensed, shuddered, groaned and pushed hard into Camryn’s bottom.

  “Oh!” Camryn moaned in ecstasy and then she cried out with pleasure first, her muscles like a vise gripping him hard. Darryl trembled excitedly as he exploded with a huge sigh and then he slumped and collapsed on top of her spent body.

  With his arms wrapped around her, Darryl held her tightly to him. Camryn wiggled sweetly against him, her bottom still pressed tight against his crotch. She purred ever so softly.

  “You okay?” Darryl asked, his voice barely a whisper.

  She purred louder. “Better than okay.”

  Darryl pressed a kiss against the curve of her shoulder. “Baby, you are just full of surprises.”

  Chapter 14

  Asia was under house arrest for violating her probation. If her father had not been willing to assume full responsibility for her, she would have found herself residing in the county jail for six months. She sighed as she lifted her left leg to eye the government-issued bracelet that decorated her ankle. Her father found the whole situation humorous but Asia was not amused.

  She blew another deep sigh as she surfed the internet, catching up on the news in New Orleans. Nola.com had headlined the governor’s position on taxes, the murder of a young college student, the high score mounted by the LSU basketball team, and a photo gallery of zebras and ostriches racing at the Fair Grounds.

  Asia clinked link after link, briefly scanning each article. It had become a bad habit, her daily search for any news about Darryl and Camryn. Just days ago there had been news of Boudreaux Towers and both had been mentioned for their involvement in the project. She clicked the local Living tab and scanned the page. As she prepared to shut down her computer, one link suddenly caught her attention: LOCAL ROYALTY CELEBRATE ENGAGEMENT.

  Clicking the pale blue icon, she held her breath as the page loaded. The headline spilled across the screen beside a photograph of Darryl and Camryn posed arm in arm. They were staring deep into each other’s eyes, smiling sweetly. Camryn’s left hand rested gently against Darryl’s chest and there was no missing the large diamond that adorned her ring finger.

  Perusing the article, Asia learned that the two families had formally announced the couple’s engagement. Darryl had asked Camryn to marry him. They were planning a holiday wedding and the who’s who of New Orleans had celebrated the news at a gala party held in the Crescent City Ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel.

  Asia finally let go of the breath she’d been holding. Tears misted her eyes, pooling behind her eyelids. She took another glance at her ankle bracelet as she contemplated her options. With a mountain of ideas spinning through her head, she knew there was no way she could do anything to stop the nuptials without a little help from a friend. Shutting down the computer, Asia called out to the only friend she had. “Daddy! Daddy! Where are you?”

  * * *

  Darryl slept soundly beside her, sprawled on his back, a hand tossed over his eyes. Camryn had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to rest. There was too much happening too quickly and she was beginning to feel the pressure.

  Construction on Boudreaux Towers was moving along nicely. She loved to stand across the street from the work site watching as the building took form, beginning to tower above the landscape. Everything about her design was taking shape nicely. Most of Darryl’s time was spent on-site, dealing with the contractor, the workmen and the inspectors. Their weekly meetings with Mason and her father had both men confident that Darryl and Camryn were getting the job done. So much so that Mason had disappeared overseas with his wife for a vacation and Kenneth Charles and his son, Carson, had taken a few weeks to enjoy a deep-sea-fishing excursion.

  Planning a wedding was well out of Camryn’s comfort zone. She would never have fathomed there being so much that needed to be done. She was beginning to think that a trip downtown to the justice of the peace was a better idea. But each time she got together with the women in Darryl’s family, their exuberance incited her own. She was grateful for his sister Maitlyn, who’d returned from her trip rested and happy and excited to assume the responsibilities of being their wedding planner. The woman called her daily to question her wants and Darryl’s wishes but even with her helping hand Camryn was overwhelmed.

  She also found herself challenged with another venture, an invitation having come to submit a proposal for an international project. Camryn was excited to find herself on the short list for a multibillion-dollar construction assignment in the sovereign state of Dubai, in the Middle East. If awarded the job, Camryn would work directly for the ruling sheikh and his family, affording her the opportunity to cement her name in architectural history. Reading through the prospectus had kindled her creative spirit—so much so that she had immediately begun to do her research, taking time away from all the other things on her to-do list. And with her and Darryl’s rigid schedules, she still hadn’t had a chance to discuss the opportunity with him.

  She rolled over on her side and, unable to get comfortable, rolled over onto the other. Darryl suddenly opened his eyes, lifting his gaze to stare at her.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  She shook her head against the mattress as she curled her body against his. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  Darryl shrugged. “You want me to get you something? Warm milk, wine, a glass of
water?”

  “No, darling, just go back to sleep.”

  Darryl eased an arm beneath her and pulled her against him. She was naked and the warmth of her bare skin felt good against his own.

  “You feel good,” he hummed as he caressed her easily.

  “So do you,” Camryn said, cuddling into the curve of his arm. She trailed her fingers across his chest and abdomen. She was suddenly hungry for him, reaching between his legs to take hold of his maleness. She smiled when his organ twitched in her hand.

  “Mmm! Now just look at what you’ve done!” Darryl murmured.

  Camryn rolled above him, lifting her body up to straddle his. She squatted over him with her feet planted flat on either side of his hips. She lowered herself down as she held his penis in her hand, placing the tip of it at the entrance to her most private place. In one swift motion she lowered herself down on his member until he was completely buried inside of her. Putting both of her hands on Darryl’s chest, she lowered her knees, holding him tightly inside of herself as she worked her inner muscles, milking him easily.

  The sweet sensation of her velvet lining wrapped around his engorged member was intense and Darryl let out a long deep groan. With narrowed eyes he watched her as she sat impaled on his organ, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her own eyes were half closed, her mouth open as she moaned softly.

  “You fill me up so nicely,” Camryn purred. “This feels so hot!”

  “That’s it, baby,” Darryl extolled as she rode him, thrusting herself against him. He groaned with her.

  She began to raise and lower herself on his glistening member. He had never been so hard or engorged, the veins along his shaft pulsing with his heartbeat. She was completely mesmerizing as she slid up the length of him until the head of his manhood just kissed her entrance and then slammed her body hard against him, thrusting him deeper inside of her.