Her Little Black Book by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online

him, Barbara had invested the trust fund she had gotten at twenty-five. If neither of them worked another day in their lives, all was well. But she insisted they continue to work. She supported this damn belief that as long as a person had their health, they should continue to contribute to the working environment and that an idle mind was a devil’s workshop. He didn’t buy into all that garbage, but he’d discovered over the past fifteen years that being a college professor had its rewards even if the salary sucked. Women—especially the younger
ones—were his weakness. It was easy to find a female student who’d do just about anything for a good grade. And he meant anything. He didn’t mind seeing just how far they would go.
    He angrily banged on Ashira’s door. There were no limits with her, even when he had suggested a threesome with an old college friend of his who’d come to town a few months ago. It was a night he would remember for a long time. She was a freakin’ freak. But another thing she was proving to be was a damn pain, which was why he was standing in front of her door now. He had broken off with her weeks ago. Had made it clear he was through cheating on his wife. Had asked her not to call him, especially on his private cell phone, the one Barbara had come across a few months ago. But Ashira had called earlier today, and luckily he had intercepted the call and deleted it before Barbara had found out.
    The door opened, and immediately sweat popped onto his brow. Ashira stood there, eyeing him. Not in surprise but in expectation. He should have known coming here was a mistake. Knowing Ashira, it was probably a setup. She knew his weakness, and he had a feeling that tonight she planned to take advantage of it. She opened the door with only a towel around her middle. The moment she’d seen it was him, she dropped the towel, and he all but licked his lips. He was suddenly spellbound. Hard.
    She had just gotten out the shower. Beads of water still clung to her body, especially on the plump breasts he love to devour, on her belly ring, and on the tattoo on her hipbone. When his gaze shifted slightly, he even saw the
water glisten like sparkles on the hairs covering her femininity. He felt his erection grow harder. He needed to turn around and leave, but first he would have his say and make sure she understood. He didn’t want her to call him. He wanted to be left alone to continue to work things out with his wife.
    â€œRonnie, I’m surprised to see you,” she said, stepping aside, not caring that water was dripping to the carpeted floor. It was new carpet he’d paid for a few months ago at the peak of their affair.
    Although he knew he shouldn’t do so, he entered her apartment anyway, picked up the towel, and tossed it aside before turning to face her. Five feet and six inches tall, she had a body that would make any man’s pecker throb. “I would appreciate it if you put some clothes on,” he said in a rough tone.
    She leaned back against the door in a stance that showed all: perky breasts, small waist, long legs, and a hot, wet mound. “Why?” she asked in a sultry tone. “You used to love seeing me naked. It seems like you still do.”
    She dropped her gaze to the crotch of his pants to zero in on the boner he couldn’t hide—an erection getting bigger, especially when she licked her lips like she wanted them there. The girl had a mouth that was made for blow jobs.
    He sighed deeply, refusing to let his mind and body think about that now. “Things have changed. I’ve told you that. Why are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?”
    She pushed away from the door and took a few steps toward him and stopped. “Because I don’t think you really
want to end things between us. We’re good together. I understand you a lot better than that woman you’re married to. I bet she’s never