I Love My Secret (Nicole's Erotic Romance) by Sabrina Lacey Read Free Book Online

work.”
    My heart jumps. He’s interested in seeing my work.
He’s not faking it. He’s a real buyer! I sit up fast, causing a loud rush of
water to fill the holes my body vacated. I cough loudly to cover the sound.
“Excuse me. Allergies.” Kneeling in the tub, I say quickly, “Now would be
great. I’m not there – I’m at home. But how about we meet there in… a
half hour?”
    He lets out a laugh of relief. Is he nervous? “Let’s
make it an hour so you don’t have to rush. Sound good?”
    I want to yell, are you kidding??!!! Sounds great!! “Sounds perfect. I’ll text you
the address. There’s no name on the door. It looks like a back door to a
restaurant or something, but it’s really the entrance to the studio space upstairs.
I’ll meet you in an hour.”
    He says, “Great!” and we hang up. Lady Lorraine’s
voice drifts back from the ethers of my playlist and beckons me to lie back
down, don’t get out of the tub just yet .
For a moment I consider refusing her invite, consider standing up and drying
off. But the water is still hot and he gave me more than enough time to meet
him. What’s my hurry? I slink back into the twinkle-lit suds, bury my hand in
my pussy and finish what I started, teasing and coaxing my body until it gives
way to a delicious release of heat. Closing my eyes I feel the flashing sweet pulsing
as tingles shoot outward down my thighs and up to my nipples, twisting them
into firm points. I cup myself, squeeze my legs together and press lightly into
the sweet contractions, smiling to myself that my Saturday sure has taken a
turn for the better. A buyer. A real buyer. Well well well.

 
    At His…Our… Studio

 
    Danny’s waiting at the door when I walk up holding
keys already in my hand. He returns my smile and does a quick scan of my body
as I approach, a glance he tries to hide…but I saw it. He’s good looking for a
redhead (it could go either way with men). He’s fit and dressed in a long
trench coat over slacks and a button-up, the cut and fall of the fabric
indicating quality all around. “Well, hello again,” he says and opens his arms
in a hug; open and friendly and strong.
    I squeeze back, and release him to open the door.
“You beat me here!”
    There’s humor in his eyes. “Good. I’m very
competitive.”
    I playfully raise my eyebrows as the lock gives
way. “Oh?”
    He grins, “Practically ran from the subway.”
    I laugh and walk in, him following behind. The
familiar smell of candles smacks Michael into my mind. I push thoughts of him
away and take off my coat, put it on the hook. It’s only 5:00 p.m. Michael
won’t be here until after 8:00 p.m. if he even comes at all tonight. It is
Saturday, after all. He probably has plans with someone he actually fucks.
    “This way,” I say, as we walk up the stairs. As if
there’s any other way to go.
    “Can’t wait,” he says. Is he looking at my ass? He
must be because it feels hot there, and I’m the type who can feel things like
that. I’m a little psychic, thanks to my grandma. Freaked my momma out, some of
the things I said, because it surely skipped a generation, as she had none of
the gift. But… a woman doesn’t have to be psychic to know a man is checking out
her ass as she walks up the stairs in front of him.
    I look over my shoulder and sure enough, his eyes
dart up quickly. Pretending I didn’t notice – regardless of the warmth I
now feel down there – I step onto the studio’s floor, and warn him, “I
don’t want you to get too excited. I’m learning. I’m getting to where I need to
be. It’s just...” I shut myself up and look away, and then back to him. Why did
I say that? Keep your insecurities to yourself!
    He smiles. “We’re our own worst critics, aren’t
we?”
    I give it a thought and agree, “I guess we are.”
    He takes a look around, nods his approval, then
shoots a look my way and smiles that winning smile again. Michael has probably
not smiled in one year