Cami didn’t leave Millsap’s apartment until the next afternoon. She might still be there now if she didn’t have to report to work at the club in three hours.
I blame Millsap, Cami mused, not upset in the least about the delay as she drove home on that cloudy evening. The sated smile on her face confirmed her extremely good mood. So did the hot tingles that were currently attacking her body as she recalled the wonderful time she’d spent with Millsap.
Cami could never forget his fervor. How he acted like he couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
After keeping her up late last night with that healthy dose of thug passion, Millsap woke Cami up every two hours or so for even more loving. He alternated that loving between his gentleman side and his thug side. Cami relished them both and responded in kind.
Around , they shared another joint shower, changed the linen on the bed, and finally prepared for sleep. Cami remembered how close and how tenderly a silent Millsap held her in that bed. How lovingly he kept stroking the left side of her face as the morning rays spilled into the room from the high window above. How she sighed in utter contentment in his arms before finally surrendering to sleep.
Cami also remembered waking up alone around . But not for long. Millsap had abandoned the bed an hour earlier in order to cook and bring her brunch in bed.
Even now Cami couldn’t believe that Millsap had actually cooked for her.
He didn’t prepare something simple like scrambled eggs and toast. No, the man made Belgian waffles topped with real whipped cream and strawberry syrup, sausage links, eggs over-easy, and a hot fruit compote. Millsap topped off the bodacious meal by serving her mimosa, made from the finest champagne and richest orange juice, in an elegant flute.
The food was as delicious as it smelled. The mimosa refreshing. Millsap’s kisses were delicious, too, which he gave Cami quite a lot of over that large meal they shared in bed. Those succulent kisses led to even more lovemaking. Sometimes it was slow and tender. Other times it was fast and furious. Whatever the mood required.
By the time Cami finally left Millsap’s apartment, she was confident that this would not be their last time together. How could it be? The man had cried from her loving. Shoot, she’d cried from his.
This thing might even turn into love one day, Cami mused, starting to hope for more with Millsap beyond financial security and great sex.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier