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she realized this as she eyed a vein that ran down his taunt stomach and disappeared wickedly into his basketball shorts.
    “Um, I was hoping to get at least three weeks in before I let him come out and play, but if you keep looking at my cock like that, I can't be held accountable for his actions,” he moaned.
    Her light brown eyes widened at the sight of his imprint starting to grow under her curious gaze.
    “Who's to say you're going to get that far?”
    He smirked at her half-hearted comment.
    “Let's just say my ego has told me so,” he smiled when she laughed at his words, relaxing her a bit.
    “So, what had you so focused?” he asked. “No bullshit, Trish,” he pressed.
    She took a second to think of a lie, and then decided there was no real reason to. If he really wanted to get to know her, then why not? She could use a good friend.
    But he wants to be more...a lot more than your friendship. Let's test the water , she decided.
    “I was just wondering how my family and kids were going to take it when you showed up for dinner someday.” She leaned against the wall and watched him as he took in her words. She was surprised to see that he took a moment to consider her words as he unwrapped his hands from the white boxing tape.
    “I take it this is very important to you. So, you've never dated a white guy?”
    “And you have...I mean, a black girl?” she corrected herself quickly.
    “Yes, I have. To be honest, I've always been attracted to darker skin. I like the way my hands look against it. I like the dark, large nipples, and the way that pretty pink stands out all nestled in between all that brown,” he answered truthfully in a thick voice as he acknowledged the strange look that came over her face.
    “What are you thinking about, right now,” he demanded.
    “You…you shock me. I think I must be horny or something because you’re affecting me in a very strong way.”
    “And you find that odd. Is it because you're remembering the younger me from school, or because I'm white?”
    “Maybe a little of both.”
    “Well, let me tell you something. The boy from school has turned into a man, so don't confuse the two. And there are assholes in all races. There is no perfect race, no matter what the media tries to tell you.”
    “But you have to admit that there are cultural differences,” she pressed.
    “Oh yeah, like we like mayonnaise and you all use salad dressing on your sandwiches. That's something that's taught, Trish. I'm not going to wear gold chains, and walk with a side-limp just because I listen to rap and R&B. I think you're overthinking this thing. Try approaching it as a man and woman,” he suggested as he closed the space between them. “I find you sexy, and I can tell that you find me attractive.”
    “And how do you know that?” she smirked as she tilted her head to gaze up into his face.
    “The fact that you're trying to climb up the wall to keep me from touching you is a pretty good clue,” he whispered as he got closer still. He reached out his hand and caressed her low on her hip. “I like that sound you make when I touch you, like you've just been shocked. I see I'll have to make sure we're alone the first time I make love to you. You're going to be too vocal. Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” he demanded as his brown eyes locked with her light brown ones.
    “I feel hot…and, I um,” she lowered her gaze in shame. “My stomach is churning, and my pussy is wet, and it’s throb—”
    Something must have clicked in his mind because a second later, he took a quick step back as he glanced over his shoulder to ensure that the children were still working out across the gym. He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he exhaled loudly. His little flirtation had gotten the best of him. He saw now that he was going to have to have a hell of a lot more willpower when it came to her. All of the months of wanting her were starting to take a toll.
    “I'm sorry, but to