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She stood and stretched. “We
forgot our clothes for the engagement party. We’ll need to see the tailors.”
    Eva held up her hand. “Fainia, the first time I met you, you
were dripping in jewels and wearing the prettiest dress I’d ever seen. Did you
honestly think I’d believe you forgot your clothes?”
    “Eva, please,” Saia said. “We’re handling the issue. Let it
go.”
    “I can’t do that. Is the problem with Olo or Ranuit Pi?” she
asked.
    “Olo,” Saia said.
    Unfortunately, Fainia said, “Ranuit Pi,” at the same time.
    Saia held her breath as Eva squinted at them both.
    “So which one do I have to kill?”
    “No one,” Saia said. “Let us take care of everything.”
    “And will letting you ‘take care of everything’ come back to
haunt me?”
    Saia exchanged a glance with Fainia. “No.”
    Eva shook her head. “Why do I still not believe you?”

Chapter Five
     
    JB flattened himself against the woman he’d convinced to
meet him in the closet, a petite African-American beauty with hazel eyes shaded
in thick black lashes.
    He scooped up a handful of dark hair in various shades of
black, brown and red, and took a long, exaggerated whiff. The aroma of
fresh-baked bread clung to every curly strand. He found that he enjoyed the
smell immensely, especially when it came with the promise of wild sex.
    “JB,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t think we should do
this here.” The words coming from her mouth didn’t match her body language.
Instead of pushing him away, she clung to his arms and gyrated against him.
    “Hmm.” He took a few steps, making her walk backward, and
pressed her curvy but slender frame against the wall. His cock throbbed in his
pants, waiting to be released. “Do what?” He kissed and nipped her jaw.
    She moaned and tightened her grip on his arms. “Make love,”
she said in his ear.
    He thrust his hips between her legs and began to grind.
“We’re not going to make love.” He cupped her round, luscious ass.
    “Umm,” she moaned, deep and throaty, practically melting in
his embrace.
    “Now be a good girl and lift up your dress,” he coaxed.
    She looked past him to the closed closet door. “I don’t
know…” He snaked a hand between her legs and massaged her wet clit. Her eyes
fluttered closed. “I’m due back in the kitchens to help prepare dinner. We’ll
have to make it quick.”
    He intended to.
    He pulled back to free his dick and give her room to wiggle
her dress up to her waist. With his jutting cock aimed in her direction, he
gave her ass a playful slap. “Let me feel those beautiful legs around me,
darling.”
    One long, mahogany-colored leg wrapped around his waist. He
lifted her, helping her with the other. She slipped her arms around his neck
and leaned against the wall. He grasped the base of his cock and pressed the
head over the entrance of her dripping pussy. Hot and needy, it seemed to
beckon him.
    He thrust forward with a grunt. His knees immediately
weakened. Margie’s pussy was so tight that it always took his breath away. She
bit her lip and a whispered moan broke through. Margie, like JB, didn’t want
anyone to know what was going on behind the door of the food storage room.
    As he pulled out slowly, his nails dug into her firm ass.
She exhaled and lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. He entered her again,
slower than the first time, savoring the slickness of her walls.
    She couldn’t stop moaning again. It came out guttural and
filled with lust. “Oh, JB.”
    He eased out again.
    “You said we weren’t going to make love,” she whispered.
    “Mmm,” he groaned. He thrust forward, pinning her butt to
the wall. “We’re not,” he said as she cried out.
    He slammed again and again into her throbbing pussy. Her
delectable juice trailed down his cock. Sweat from his body and hers rolled
down his legs. Margie ran her nails through his hair, tugging at the strands.
She used the muscles in her legs to act as a vise