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The Temptation
     
     
            Coming home in the middle of the day to Mary, Donovan’s sweet, biddable wife, was supposed be a happy surprise. Maybe he’d take her out to see the sights and then they’d have a nice, romantic dinner. She’d been a trooper, moving from their tiny Iowa town to the big city only to be left alone most of the day in their small apartment.
    Work was going well, though, despite the horrible economy. Soon they would be able to move out of the tall apartment building in the middle of the bustling metropolis into a bigger, flashier place somewhere in the good part of town. No suburban trap for him, not yet. Yeah, he knew Mary wanted the whole picket fence, two kids, and a dog routine, but they were young... ish . There was still some time left to really live before settling down into a humdrum, Americana life.
    Striding into the elevator, Donovan tried not to focus on the woman who had come in, arms laden with shopping bags. Tried but didn’t succeed. Cha’Relle . She’d introduced herself when he and Mary first moved in. The vivacious woman lived on his floor; he’d watched her come and go covertly for the entire year he and Mary had lived here. Back in Iowa, women didn’t look like her. Full and lush, like she was made for a long, hard romp in the hay. Of course, there weren’t any minorities in Greensway . There wasn’t much of anyone left there. That’s why he had packed up and left as soon as he’d finished college, a miracle in itself since his family had sold off their once profitable farm little by little.
            Women with deep cocoa-colored skin, flashing deep brown eyes and full, pouting lips weren’t seen walking around wearing dresses that fit curves that brought a man to his knees. It seemed unreal the way her incredibly abundant chest tapered down to a waist Donovan bet he could span with two hands, only to flow back outward to hips that were born to ride. And that ass! Donovan didn’t think he had ever seen one quite like it. Large, certainly, but not in a way that made you scrunch up your nose in disgust. Those bounteous globes made his dick hard no matter how much he tried not to stare.
            Like right now. As soon as she ran into the elevator just before the door slid shut, he had to grit his teeth. Her tits were bouncing like balls so full of air they were almost bursting. Of course her dress today was as low in the neck area as it was high at the hemline. Powerful, thick legs gleamed with health and vitality. He was willing to bet she wouldn’t get tired riding a man. Mary hated doing that. Mary didn’t much care for any part of sex that wasn’t in the dark and in missionary position.
    The woman smiled as he stabbed their floor button, pretty sure what was supposed to be an answering smile probably looked more like he was grimacing in pain. His cock throbbed painfully in his slacks. He’d never been with a black woman before. He’d always wanted to, always wondered if it would be different in any way, but he didn’t want to cheat on Mary. Even if their sex life was so mundane. Really, it always had been, but they had been high school sweethearts, their folks were friends, yada yada . Donovan wished he’d had a chance to really live before marrying. Maybe have a few exotic-type girls, like this one.
            “Hey, you live on my floor, don’t you?”
            Voice like sin, an invitation to all things to send him straight to hell. Why the hell was this elevator so slow?
            “Yes, three doors down.” Donovan didn’t think to play it cool. The dark angel was leaning back against the cool metallic walls of the five-by-six-foot cube, her legs spread ever so slightly apart.
            Angel? More like devil. Those slanted, dark brown eyes smiled at him as much as her lips did. There was knowledge there, knowledge that she knew the effect she had on him and she liked it. Loved it, more like.