Languidly, Imani twisted and rocked her hips as his fingers explored her core. Her garbled cry rode the evening wind when he unexpectedly plundered her body with his sex. She put space between their upper bodies and watched them moving beneath potent beams of moonlight streaming from the star-studded sk.
Imani drew the backs of her hands across Roman’s chest, biting her lip as awe gleamed in her gaze. Her husband’s dedication to gym time was evident in every rippling chord of flexing sinew and bulging pec. Her heart somersaulted when she looked to where they joined. She felt energized and deliciously weak at the same time. Roman put his mouth on her again and that weakness plumbed like a sweet, rich syrup.
He cupped her breasts, cherishing their shape and fullness and then let his head fall back on the chair cushions. He shuddered her name, squeezing his eyes shut and cursing softly in approval of the pleasure she brought him. He wasn’t ready to come, wasn’t ready for it to end. Roman pleaded with her, but had no idea what he was begging for. He didn't want her to stop, but wouldn’t last if she continued. The decision was wondrously taken from his hands when he erupted, flooding her center with his seed.
He smiled, loving the breathless sounds Imani made when he spilled into her, drenching her with abundant doses of his release. He wasn’t done however and intermittently sucked at the tips of her ebon-hued breasts.
Imani lifted her arms and sank her fingers into her damp braids. She moaned brazenly when Roman’s hands closed on her hips as he hardened again inside her. Surprise laced her reaction and he briefly deserted the nipple he ravaged to speak between her breasts.
“This scoundrel is going to keep you up all night, Princess.”
The promise, ignited her anticipation and laughter at once.
~21~
Candace had been instructed to distribute memos to all executives detailing the board’s approval of support for Tesano employees in times of financial distress. She had distributed memorandums on numerous occasions, but never had they involved people she actually knew and for such a noteworthy accomplishment. The task also gave her the chance to visit her boyfriend’s office which made the job even more enjoyable.
Sadly, Pitch wasn’t there when she arrived. Candace surveyed the room with a lingering look once she’d set the memo to the desk. When she turned, Humphrey was standing in the doorway.
“He around?” Humphrey took no time for polite greetings.
Candace didn’t mind, since it removed her obligation to fake being polite. “If you mean Vic, no.”
“Well when he gets here, tell-”
The rest of the order was interrupted by the shudder of wood when Humphrey’s face met the door under the force of Pitch’s shove against his kidneys.
Candace shrieked, as surprised as Humphrey was by Pitch’s sudden intervention.
“You don’t ever give her orders, prick. You don’t disrespect her,” Pitch snarled close to his brother’s ear.
Humphrey’s expression was bland in spite of his predicament. “Hands off, boy.”
In response, Pitch slammed Humphrey into the door again and then turned him and slammed his back to the hard wood while yanking a wad of Humphrey’s shirt collar into his fist.
Candace could tell Humphrey was choking. She could also tell that he didn’t seem to want to give Pitch the satisfaction of knowing he was experiencing any discomfort. She offered a quick prayer upon deciding to intervene, aware that she was potentially putting her life in jeopardy by physically involving herself. Pitch looked ready to kill and fully capable of carrying out the deed.
Calmly, she approached, hands outstretched. “Vic,” she called, hoping her voice would be enough to stay the vicious plans he had for his older brother. “He didn’t disrespect me.”
“He was talking to you.”
“You’re insane, Pi-” Humphrey gagged on the insult as Pitch’s hold intensified.
“Please let him go, Vic,” Candace swallowed when a rabid sound lulled deep in his throat.
Pitch battled with himself for half a minute longer before he released Humphrey and heaved him out into the hall.
Humphrey spat and coughed, tugging desperately at his collar while he stumbled and struggled to regain his balance. “You’re a mental case, you freak!” He braced a hand to the wall to steady himself. “You and Stone both alike! I could hardly get a word out of him today!”
“Say what you came to say, jackass and move the hell on,” Pitch’s tone had fallen to menacing levels.
“I came to ask about our brother, idiot! I came to ask, beg you, if you can believe it, to tell me about Stone!”
Pitch’s glower only deepened. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“I’m talking about what the hell is up with him? We met today and if he hadn’t been sitting in front of me, I wouldn’t have known he was there. The jerk was a million miles away.” Humphrey slapped his hands to the sides of his beige trousers. “What the hell, Pitch? And don’t tell me it’s business. We both know it’s more than that. What we both don’t know are the details.”
Pitch merely studied Humphrey with unmasked suspicion. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” he said following a long, silent moment.
Humphrey gave no further argument, merely waved Pitch off before stomping his way down the hall.
Pitch watched until Humphrey disappeared around a far off corner. He bowed his head. “I’m sorry,” he said to Candace.
“It’s okay, Vic.”
“It’s not,” he almost snapped and then took a seat in his office living area. “You shouldn’t be around me now, Candy. Not in the best mood here.”
“Really?”
Pitch had to grin.
“I’ll get you a drink.” Candace patted his shoulder on her way to the barcart in the corner. “Vodka rocks,” she decided.
“There are times when I actually love that snake and times when I could stomp him like a rat in the gutter. How is that possible?”
“I hear it’s like that with siblings sometime-especially brothers.”
Pitch braced elbows to knees and bowed his head. “I don’t think it should be quite like this.”
