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Damian.” I guess he saw my note. “Sorry about tonight. I tried calling you, but I guess you had your phone off.”
    â€œYeah, I was in a meeting.” He sighed. “They just told you today?”
    â€œYep.” I was always the last-minute girl. “I found out around noon.”
    â€œWell, happy anniversary anyways, baby. I guess I’ll find something to put these roses in until tomorrow.”
    â€œAwwww.”Ismiled. “Thank you, baby.”
    â€œWant me to reschedule the dinner reservations?”
    â€œYeah.” I blushed. “Where were we going?”
    â€œI’m not telling.”
    â€œI’m missing you,” I said with a pout. It was our second anniversary as a couple, and we weren’t going to be together. “And the stupid concert is—”
    â€œHold a sec,” he said then answered his other line.
    The rain was really coming down by then, and the lightning wasn’t joking, lighting up the dark sky, like it was trying to write a message.
    Damian returned. “Baby, I need to take this call.”
    I heard him rustling papers around. “All right.” I frowned.
    â€œCall me after the concert.” He sounded a bit disappointed. “I really wish we you were here tonight, though.”
    â€œMe too.” I got the message the lights in the sky were giving me and smiled. I hung up and shifted the gear into reverse. I was on my way back to Miami. Forget checking into a cold, lonely hotel room on my anniversary and flying back tomorrow. I was driving back to Miami to celebrate with my man tonight.
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    Forty minutes south of Orlando, the weather was perfect. I took advantage of the dry asphalt, put the pedal to the metal and was in Downtown Miami and exiting I-95 at 10:40 p.m. I called the apartment to be certain that I wasn’t rushing home to an empty bed.
    â€œHello.” Damian sounded like he was already asleep.
    â€œWhat are you wearing?” I asked in a sexy, sultry voice.
    He groaned a little. “Nothing.”
    â€œI was hoping that you weren’t.” I smiled.
    â€œReally? Why?”
    I was in a naughty mood. “’Cause I want to lick you.”
    He chuckled. “You do?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œLick me then.” He was in a wicked frame of mind too.
    â€œYou gonna touch it?”
    â€œWhat do you think?” he said. “Don’t worry about what I’m doing. You’re supposed to have your mouth full right now.”
    I smiled and started to make sucking noises, using my finger as the object of my affection.
    â€œThat feels real good, baby. Don’t stop.”
    â€œYou like that?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. I heard him moaning softly, and imagined him biting his bottom lip the way he did when I was kneeling in front of him.
    I continued my slurping and sucking sounds until I heard him say, “Suck that dick, girl. You know how I like it.”
    My panties were drenched like I had them on the antenna of my car while I drove through the rain earlier. “Are you hard?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œDamn, I want that dick, baby.”
    Damian and I always had phone sex when one of us was away on business.
    â€œI’m so wet.”
    He groaned. “Shit.” He was breathing heavy. “I want you on this dick.”
    â€œI want to give you this anniversary pussy.” I pulled into the garage and found a parking spot right next to the elevator.
    â€œCome here and ride me.”
    I’d get the suitcase in the morning. I grabbed my purse and sprinted to the elevator. “Damian, you got me open, baby.”
    â€œSlide down on it,” he spoke in a whisper. “Take it all.”
    â€œI can’t take it unless you give it to me,” I said as the elevator started moving up.
    â€œCan you take it?”
    â€œYou know I can.” I began unbuttoning my shirt. “Just shut up and give me what you