Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (20 page)

He is sexy as hell.
No...no...no! I couldn't succumb to the sexual energy between us.
I have to abstain until the end of my cycle that I'm still awaiting
.

“
You're beautiful...and hungry,” he observed. I wore a pencil skirt, silk sleeveless blouse and was still in my panty hose. But what he was referring to was the taco that I was chumping down on as I answered the door. I blushed in embarrassment. I was starved.

With a m
outh full of taco I explained, “I missed lunch.”

He furrowed his eyebrows
sexily and pointed to the side of my mouth. I raised my hand to my face to inspect my mouth and found a gulp of guacamole there. I tried licking the rest off.

He squinted his
eyes in passion and commented, “Interesting how I forgot your tongue is so swift,” with a lecherous smirk.

Focus, Rayna...focus!

To change the subject I quickly blurted, “Where's your friend?” He looked confused.

“
Oh, yes! Your new pal as well. He’s waiting in the car. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared before bringing him in.” and with that he does a beeline back out of the door.

Weird.
He asked me to be prepared but he wanted to make sure I was prepared? I went back in the kitchen to fetch another taco. God...I was famished.

When I turned to go back into the living room, I see Azmir standing tall in t
he thruway. He startled me. But the brown fury dog he cradled in his arm caught my attention as well.

“
Oh, wow! What is this?”

Azmir wore the biggest smile, “
He's a Pomeranian. Eight weeks old.” He beamed with excitement.

I placed my taco back on the table, wiped my hands and walked over to him and the pooch.

“He's beautiful, Azmir. I didn't know you were fond of animals.” I went to pet the dog.

“
I've been told they make great companions. I got him for you.” He gave me the deepest gaze.

Oh, this man knows how to appeal to my libido without effort. Back to the pooch, Rayna!

“For me?” I repeated in hopes of gaining understanding.

“Yeah. You’
re here by yourself and I don't want you alone. I thought our pal here could serve as the man of the house.” There was that deep gaze again.

I played with the dog as I tried collec
ting my thoughts. Azmir was so thoughtful. It was something I hadn’t learned to get used to.

“
Man of the house?” I asked before leveling with his eyes again.

I grabbed the Pomeranian and retreated to the living room placing him on the floor so that I can further inspect him. Azmir's intense stare was burning a hole in the back of my blouse. I could tell he was up to something. Seconds later, I focused in on the beautiful Gucci collar with a case on the pooch. It was conspicuously too large to be on a dog that could be no more than
five lbs.

With narrowed eyebrows I ask
ed Azmir, “May I?”

He nodded
, granting permission.

I opened it and a large gold
skeleton key fell out. I caught it and examined it. I didn't get it. My head shot up to Azmir who wore a stoic expression when he muttered, “Come move in with me.”

I lost my breath.

“Move in...with you?” I whispered.

I couldn't wrap my brain around the concept. It was too huge of a request. His head leaned to the side and exposed his long eyelashes. He was expressing vulnerability.
Shit!
I didn't want to find myself in a position of disappointing Azmir. He'd been such a rock to me over the past few days. I needed time to process this.

“Azmir”
I started while looking around my humble home. “...I just bought this place. I'm just getting comfortable here. I can't just up and leave as if I were renting.”

“
You don't have to up and sell it,” he said while squatting on the floor next to me and the Pom. “You can rent it out or use it as a second home to get away from me when I drive you crazy...though I don't endeavor to ever do such a thing.” He scrunched his eyebrows, nose and lips gesturing he was at a loss with the idea of him driving me crazy.

I took a deep b
reath. “Azmir, you can't just pop this on me with no rhyme or reason. I...” I was at a loss of words. He lifted me onto his lap after he sat flat on the floor.

“
We can easily be two ships passing in the night. We work next door to each other a few days a week, but that's not enough. Now that you won't be as busy as you once were considering your former obligations to Michelle, I find myself wanting to be with you more and more. I hate the thought of you being here alone.” He paused.

My heart constricted, I wasn
’t ready to respond.

“
Just think about it.”

I pouted my lips like a child. “Okay.”

There was silence.

“So what are you going to name him?” Azmir quizzed, breaking the awkward place we had somehow found ourselves in.

Hmmmmmm...
“I don't know yet.” I sat and quickly pondered.

He kissed me gently on the forehead before lifting my back on the floor and rising.

“I have to skate, Ms. Brimm.”

I frowned. “
You're not staying? But I bought you tacos.” I was disappointed.

“
Nah. Ray’s out waiting for me,” he murmured while drawing me into him, interrupting my view of the pooch as he pawed at the key to Azmir's apartment.

I had to ask, “
Do you want your key back while I think about it?”

He shook his head no as he looked down to me. I hope I hadn't screwed up again. I just needed to take things slow and figure myself out after recent events.

“I wish you could stay,” I admitted.

“
I have a few things to tend to. Besides, if I stay, you're going to have to come up with a convincing explanation to your doctor as to why you didn't keep her orders,” he warned clenching his jaws.
Damn!

He lowered his lips to mine and gave me the warmest oral embrace. He was so passionate and tender that I honestly lost my balance.
Per usual. Good thing he had his arms wrapped around me.

~~~~~~~~~~

Azmir

As I'm pulling away
from Rayna's home, I’m pensive. I bought her the dog for companionship, but truth be told I'd rather have her staying with me. Considering the letter Michelle wrote, it seemed befitting. I mean, what in the hell is she doing there alone anyway? If she shot me down she at least would have some form of life there. She didn't seem too keen on the idea, but I can be persuasive in my pursuit.

I was in a business dinner when my phone
went off alerting me of a text. It's Rayna.

Is this pity for the miscarriage? Azmir, I'm really okay. It's life and unfortunately my reality.

What in the hell...
Why would she assume I pitied her? I asked her to move in with me not offered her free GYN services.

My dearest Ms. Brimm, if it were about the loss of
OUR unborn child who would be pitied,you or me
?
I responded, in a riddling mode.

I just don't want to jump into anything for the wrong reasons. You just got out of a relationship. I don't want to be the cause of your obligation
to getting into another.

That would be plausible if I lived with my ex. This is something entirely different. I want to share a life with you. Is that too hard a concept
?
Where was she going with this? Why was she making it so difficult?

Azna.

My forehead wrinkled.
What in the hell is an Azna?

?
Was my reply. I was totally lost
.

I named the pooch Azna. Azmir+Rayna=Azna. Alpha and Omega
.
she replied.

Hmmmmm...beginning and the end.
Was there some subliminal message? I didn't ask...just buoyantly believed that there was.

“
Mr. Jacobs...?” I heard someone trying to regain my attention. My head rose in attention.

“
Are you amenable to the terms we’ve agreed upon?”

A slight smirk breaks on my face as I realize I'd j
ust bought yet another company. This one was small...only three hundred and sixty employees, but larger than the one we acquired last week. My partner, Richard Roberson, is unrivaled at the game of business mergers, acquisition, and liquidation. He’d been on the radar for nearly six years and we’ve been partnering for three. He has a slight understanding in the history of my rise and was willing to take a risk with me. He'd been mentoring me and poising me for my next level of success. I've been easing my way out of the drug game. It hadn’t been the most simplistic of tasks but this new venture has fueled my motivation.

Things were about to speed up. My travel will increase along with my paper. This is one of the reasons I
was adamant about Rayna moving in. I needed her closer. I wasn’t trying to leave her available for another man. I was trying to brand her. Only if she'd trust me.

After th
at meeting I had another with Petey about a detective who apparently had been going around inquiring about my affairs in the streets. Word got back to Petey that the detective was looking for anyone with indictable information. I’d heard a few months that this same detective had been talking to local officers in my street territories where I conducted my businesses, but they assured me that they remained tight-lipped. I could have a little more faith in them because they had to lose their careers
and
places on my payroll for betraying me. But street niggas had less to lose. So we needed to strategize ways to contain this problem. In the meantime, I had my attorneys working on a way to fire warning shots in order to protect my brand.

The sooner I exited the game, the easier I could sleep at night. The quicker I got Rayna to consent to sharing my bed, the more my life would be complete.

Rayna

It had been a long day. Hell, it had been a long two weeks at work. I'd been putting in twelve hours a day, minimally, ever since my return from Atlantic City with Azmir.

I
’d arrived to Azmir's place at the marina with Azna.

“
Good evening, Ms. Brimm,” the concierge nodded.

I didn't know why he'd been so insistent on me spending more nights at his place. The previous evenings hadn't
been good because I'd been dog-tired. But I relented on tonight after forcing myself to start work two hours later in order to get more sleep the night before. I didn't want to show up at his doorstep yawning. Coincidentally, today was the first day of my birth control pill, something that I’d have to remember to take daily.
Ugh! The thought of being a slave to a pill is exasperating
. But I remembered. And here I was at Azmir’s, still tired but not fatigued, which I considered a huge improvement to just the day before.

“Penthouse suite, Ms. Brimm!”
Roberto sang as the elevator doors were opening.

“
Thanks, Roberto,” I returned.

I stepped out of the elevator
with my pooch clutched in my arm and my briefcase clasped in my hand. I advanced toward the door while in search of the key. The golden key...the big golden, skeleton key to Azmir's apartment. He insisted that I use it since giving it to me.

As I approached the door
, I heard the bass from a familiar tune streaming from the apartment. It was immediately joined by a horn. I turned the key and opened the door to find Azmir and all of his lengthy grandeur singing to me...without shoes. He was wearing a dress shirt that had the first few buttons undone and was pulled from his dress pants as he lip synched to the tune using a spatula as a his microphone.

I'm done
.

I'd never experienced him so relaxed and
larky. His long legs swayed to the rhythm and his arms emulated the words flowing from his mouth. It was a jazzy tune. Very romantic. Though I perceived this to be out of Azmir's element, he seemed so comfortable with his performance. You couldn't ignore the words flowing from the speakers with how Azmir gestured them.
This man is damn fine even when he's taking grave risks with his masculinity.
His flow was sexy as hell.

He continued his prance towards me
and I let a squirming Azna down to the floor. He reached for me, pulled me into him and continued to whisper the lyrics into my ear. When the male’s verse was up he softly muttered, “Dance with me, Ms. Brimm,’ as he removed my purse, keys, and briefcase from my arms. He began foxtrotting with me.

Damn, he's...good!

He rested his mouth on my ear as he held me close and twirled me around then dipped me towards the floor. Who knew Azmir Jacobs could ballroom dance?

I was aroused. The stressors from work had dissipated, instantly withered away. I was now in a cocoon with this man who had
turned me his slave
—per the lyrics of the tune—with his swag. He smelled so good. I got lost in a trance.
Does he mean what he's relaying to me by way of the lyrics of this song?
In all honesty, it didn't matter. I was caught up. I didn't want to come out of this web he’d ensnared.

Exhausted?
Who's exhausted?
 

While James Moody blew his horn Az
mir had me suspended in the air, dip to the floor, staring into the depths of my eyes. My lips were ajar, wanting his. He eventually broke the seductive gaze with a panty snatching smirk then let me up.

“
Happy you’re home. Hungry?” he muttered as he ambled toward the kitchen.

Not
for food.
“Ummmmm...yeah,” I responded while gathering my bearings. Seconds later, he brought out a glass of red wine. The place smelled delicious.

“
Mmmmm...what's Boyd whipped up tonight?” I asked as I slipped off my Monolos, courtesy of Mr. Jacobs.

“
I gave him the night off,” Azmir informed as I took a huge swig of my wine.

Oh.

“
Smells good,” I complimented.

“
My specialty,” he said as he approached me. “Can I get you anything before dinner? Would you like to freshen up or unwind?”

I lie.
“No. I'm ready to eat,” I said noncommittal. I would've much preferred jumping on him as an appetizer.

“
Good. The salads are on the table.” He extended his hand to me. I took it and felt a current run through my body.

At the dining ro
om table he pulled my chair out. I moved into the table just before he scooted my chair underneath me. He kissed the top of my head before taking his across from me.

“
So, how was your day, Ms. Brimm?”

I took a forkful of my Caesar salad.
Mmmmmmm…tasty!

“Long
,” I managed a smile.

Azmir took a sip of his wine.
“So are you still considering Saturday hours as you mentioned a few days ago?”

I took a long gulp
of my wine.
Ooooh.
My buzz was setting in. Drinking on an empty stomach will do that. Azmir chuckled. There’s no doubt that I was the subject of his humor. The alcohol settled in by the second; I couldn’t give a damn. I took notice of his teeth. They were so well aligned with his supple lips. I wondered what they taste like with traces of wine on them.
Have I ever tasted them that way?
Suddenly I couldn't recall.

“Ms. Brimm, you
don’t want dinner right now, do you?’ he asked in his CEO mien, though his eyes sparkled with deep desire.

Shit! Am I panting out loud? How does he know?
Oh, well.

I gave him an unequivocal
“No!”

I batted my eyes feeling bashful for the first time when it comes to sex with Azmir. Who was I fooling? I was in heat. I hadn't had intercourse in over a month. I obeyed the doctor and today was the day that I was cleared for sex. And I hadn't been intimate with Azmir since our return due to our conflicting schedules.

He rose from his seat and traveled to my side of the table. “Follow me. I have something to show you,” he commanded.

I followed on his heels. Clearly this man could lead my hot ass straight into the pits of hell and I'd fit right in with the heat.

We headed to the master suite and then into the bathroom where I saw a warm and soft glow of lighting. He had the whirlpool drawn with dozens of candles burning all around the tub, down the steps and into a walkway leading up just a few feet from the door. His eyes stayed fixated on me as I admired the luminosity of the fiery ambiance.

Oh, my!
He went the full mile to create a romantic landscape. This could have only meant he was looking forward to tonight. To me. To be anticipated is an enchanting marvel. Overwhelmed, I turned to Azmir. He was wearing the most innocent, purely impassioned and prurient expression.

“More wine?”
he asked extending his arm to retrieve my glass.

I lunged toward him knocking him into the wall. I reached up and threw my tongue in the back of his mouth without giving him a moment to prepare. He grabbed my
ass pushing me into him and let out a mild groan. My kisses trailed down to his jaw then down to his neck. I sucked his Adam’s apple as my hand explored his chiseled chest and abdomen. My libido was on overdrive.

“
Ms. Brimm...let me refill your glass and go to put our dinner on hold. I wanna take my time with you.” He spoke over my wild panting. “I’ve gone without your loving for about a month. I need to savor every second,” he whispered, eyes squinted with a hint of a smile.

I snickered in embarrassment a
s let off him. He quickly regained himself and made his way out of the room. Azmir returned in no time with a fresh glass of wine for me. I took the glass and sipped from it. Seeing that he went so far as to refresh it, I figured the least I could do was make use of it. He watched me. I wondered what he was thinking.

He
eventually walked toward me removing the glass from my hand. With his mouth, he licked the crease in my lips neatly before sucking on my bottom lip.

“Pinot Noir tastes better on your lips
,” Azmir murmured against my mouth. I couldn't breathe. This man had me enraptured yet once again.

He unbuttoned my blouse until he could fully open it
, exposing my breasts through my black lace bra. Azmir’s mouth dropped when he saw it was mid-coverage. My breasts looked like they were spilling from the half cups. His mouth hung open as he ran his thumb across the brim of the bra. He brought his face down and inhaled my breasts. My panties soaked up my natural juices that generously flowed from that action. He didn't touch them with his mouth, which was painfully torturous.

As I rested against the vanity
, he slowly lifted the hem of my skirt until it was at my waist. He observed my matching lace panties. Azmir looked up to me and whispered, “I like this, Brimm. I definitely approve. You should wear lace every day.”

I flashed him a lecherous smile.

He lifted me by my legs and rested them on his shoulders as he lowered himself. I balanced myself on my arms using the counter of the vanity as he buried his head between my legs and gave a sharp inhale. My eyes shot open at his bold act.

“There's no better fragrance than that that is between your legs, Rayna. Damn. I even crave this in my sleep.”

He swatted his tongue over my sex with such force that I felt it through the lace. I gasped and wondered if he felt my vagina pulsating.

“Vicky Secrets or LePerla?” he asked.

“VS,” I answered surprised that he didn't know. He'd bought me somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty bra and panty sets since our return from the East Coast.

In an instant
, he ripped them off and began tasting my love in such an act of feral. I moaned loudly. I needed this. My body needed the relief. He worked me over licking me from top to bottom. Going in and out of my canal, doing his signature butterflying of the tongue inside me.

“Ooooh!” I moaned.

I had to constantly remind myself to breathe. As I threw my pelvis at him, he groaned. Then he worked his way to my pearl and nibbled on it ferociously. I knew it was a wrap. My orgasm had arrived, and quicker than I expected as I gyrated and screamed like I was descending on a roller coaster. There was a time where I was conscious of my orgasmic sounds, but with Azmir I never seemed to have control to even care.

Azmir peered his head up as he wore the panty snatching smirk. “Did you enjoy that? I sure did
,” he muttered just before letting me down.

My legs wobbled and it took me a few seconds to gather my bearings. He began to undress me while staring deep into my eyes.

“I love pleasing you, Ms. Brimm. I can't get enough of you.”

I couldn't believe he was speaking these words to me. Once naked
, he assisted me into the monstrous tub. The water was extremely warm, borderline spicy. It took some time for me to submerge my entire body, but once I did it was a heavenly sensation against my skin.

I watched as Azmir undressed. It was a sight to behold. It was amazing how with clothes he appeared slender and mildly fit
, but when he took his shirt off you could see how deliciously well his body was sculpted. He was truly a work of art. And when his penis sprang out heavily, I squirmed in the tub as I salivated. He caught on to my enjoyment as he jumped in across from me.

“
Ahhhh! Still warm,” he mumbled before gathering a pool of water in his hands and splashing it in his face.

Sitting opposite of him
, I extended my legs and rubbed my feet on the outside of his thighs before going inside. My feet eventually made their way to his tall erection and I tried to the best of my ability to stroke it with my toes. His eyes darted down to his lap to watch. In no time, Azmir was all over me again, consuming with fierce hunger. He lifted me from the water while I straddled him and traced kisses from my neck down to my breasts shattering me into a million pieces. With his mouth, hands, and appendage he showed me how much he’d thirst for me while my body had been out of commission.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up in search for Azmir. I reached over to touch him and found a cool groove on his side of the bed. I glanced over to the clock on his nightstand and it read two thirty-eight a.m.. I got up and sauntered into the hallway and down the corridor looking in his office, the living room, and kitchen.

What the hell...did he leave?

Then I noticed right off the living area, the flow of the patio curtains from the wind blowing through them. I made my way over to the door and called, “Azmir?” as I stepped out on the balcony. The view of the water always blew me away. I looked down to the left and he's there enjoying the ambiance of the
marina.

“Hey, Jacobs, it's late
,” I muttered as I approached him.