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way to the walk-in closet. He sniffed at his suit jacket, then inwardly groaned. Cynthia was right. He smelled like he’d spent the entire night in Tamia’s arms. Which wasn’t far from what he’d been tempted to do.
    Grimacing, he removed his jacket, shirt, and pants, then set them aside to be dry-cleaned.
    Unless Cynthia decided to burn them first.
    When he emerged from the closet moments later, she didn’t even glance up from her book, though she’d never been able to resist the sight of his naked body. Despite his demanding schedule, he always made time to work out. The result of his efforts was a hard, muscular physique that turned female heads wherever he went.
    Not now, though. He might as well have looked like Fat Albert, for all the attention Cynthia was paying him.
    Damn , Brandon mused. My black ass is really in the doghouse!
    He headed toward the master bathroom, then changed his mind and abruptly reversed direction. Cynthia’s eyes widened as he bore down on the bed, his jaw set determinedly.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded. “You’re supposed to be taking a—”
    “I will. We can shower together, after we’re both good and sweaty.”
    She swallowed visibly. “Brandon—”
    He bent and kissed her hard, silencing her protests. As she melted against him, he reached down and swept the book off her lap. It landed on the floor with a heavy thud.
    He lowered himself to the bed, covering her body with his as he tugged off the T-shirt she wore, baring her breasts. They were small but plump, crowned with pretty chocolate nipples. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over one, then the other.
    Cynthia groaned and arched her back, breasts thrusting upward in sensual invitation. He palmed them, pushed them together, and took both nipples into his mouth.
    “Ummm,” Cynthia moaned with pleasure, eyes rolling closed.
    When he’d finished sucking her tits, Brandon grasped the waistband of her skimpy boy shorts and eased them down her legs, revealing a narrow patch of black pubic hair. His dick throbbed at the sight of her fleshy lips glistening with arousal.
    He draped her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head, then drew her clitoris into his mouth.
    She let out a strangled cry as her hips arched off the bed.
    Brandon nibbled and sucked her clit, then began eating her pussy as she writhed against him and grabbed fistfuls of the bedcovers. Within seconds she was climaxing, damn near suffocating him as her thighs squeezed his head.
    After several moments, when her body had stopped bucking and trembling, she collapsed against the bed and exhaled a deep, shaky breath. “That was so unfair.”
    Brandon chuckled, the sound muffled against her damp abdomen. “Don’t hate the playa, baby. Hate the game.”
    She sputtered indignantly, swatting at his head.
    He laughed, catching her wrists and pinning her arms above her head. She squirmed beneath him as he rose over her, settling his body between her thighs. Their stares locked, smiles dissolving as their mouths met in a deep, carnal kiss flavored with Cynthia’s juices.
    With his free hand, Brandon reached down and wrapped his fingers around his hard dick. As he began stroking himself, Cynthia ground her hips against him, urging him to take what was his. When he’d teased her enough, he guided his shaft to her slick opening.
    “I’m going commando,” he told her, because he didn’t want to stop the flow to retrieve a condom. “That all right?”
    Cynthia nodded quickly. “You’re good, soldier.”
    The words had barely passed her lips before Brandon thrust into her, burying himself deep. They both groaned with pleasure.
    He looked downward, watching himself slide out of her, then slowly back inside. Cynthia moaned and tugged at her captured wrists. As soon as Brandon released her, she grabbed his ass, fingernails digging into his skin. He began pumping into her with long, deep strokes that she met with hungry thrusts of her own.
    “Damn,