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didn’t know what I wanted. I want a family.”
    “But, how are you going to say—”
    “All you have to do is be open to all that I have to offer you, and everything else will fall into place,” he promised.
    “I think you’re taking this a bit too fast. I…I haven’t even been single for that long, and there’s the issue of me being black and you’re—”
    He lowered his mouth to hers, stopping her protest with a kiss. His lips were demanding, forcing her to give way to his seeking tongue. She knew she would never forget the way her body responded to him. It was instant. It was surprising. It was mind-blowing. The sound of her moan was strange, even to her ears, as he caressed the inside of her mouth. He broke away to stare into her wide, light brown eyes.
    A wide, seductive smile formed on his moist lips.
    “There is no fuckin’ issue with color, Trish, so you can lay that excuse down. I see your body really doesn’t care about the color of my skin, and as you can feel, mine finds your body to be fine as hell,” he whispered while he pulled her closer to ensure she felt his stiff cock pressing against her stomach.
    He released her and took a step back.
    Trish looked at the hand he held out, ready for her to take and shake to seal the deal. She stared at his long, strong tanned fingers and wondered how they would feel when she touched them. She reached out her hand and felt his callused palm as he gave her hand a firm shake. On contact, the butterflies in her stomach began to leap and dance. He reached into his back pocket, and retrieved a pen for her to sign.
    Sometimes, all you need is an excuse , she repeated to herself as she scribbled her name on the dotted line.
    **
    Hours later, she debated following her kids into the gym. It wouldn't have been the first time that she had decided to stay outside and watch a movie on her cell phone, but this time it would be for a different reason. It would be because she was trying to avoid him, and that wasn't part of the agreement. She felt herself walk into the large building. She saw her feet moving, carrying her across the concrete flooring, but her mind was miles away. That kiss he had planted on her, her first experience of being in his embrace, and the feel of his long, thick cock was all that she had been thinking about after they had gone their separate ways.
    Could she really date this man? He was sexy, funny, confident, fine as hell, smart, experienced, and he had money, but he was just not the right shade of brown. What would her kids say? Their father was black. All of the guys she called just 'friends' were all black. Of course, there were some family members that had white girlfriends or baby mamas, but there weren't any female members that had crossed the color lines and frankly, that's how it always seemed the more she thought about it. You would see tons of white chicks hooking up with black men, but not too many black women seemed willing to date a white man.
    Wait. There is Iman and David Bowie , she reminded herself quickly, making a mental note of the list she had been compiling in her mind.
    Not to mention, all the new shows on TV where there were black women with white men. Hell, it seemed as if more celebrities were also making it alright for black women to date outside of their race. It was just that she had never considered doing it. However, now at the age of thirty-seven, why the hell not? Sure, Brayden said he was looking for a wife, but she knew that men said whatever it took to sex you. She was sure he was no different.
    “Damn, it must be really serious. I can see the smoke circling around your head.”
    His deep voice shook her out of her deep thought and pulled her back into the present. Like always, he went hard when he was in the gym. The man didn't mess around. He was dripping with sweat, and the veins in his muscular arms were throbbing from his intense workout. The veins on his arms weren't the only ones that were throbbing;