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  He looked at me carefully, assessing whether I was keeping up. I remembered that we’d kissed passionately against the window, then I’d opened his zipper and sucked him off. I’d run it through my head a thousand times, replaying every scene.

  "Someone in another building had a high powered lens..."

  I stood up. I didn't want to hear it. I started to back away from him in shock at what he was saying. He continued.

  "They have a video clip of you and me."

  It sounded as though he was speaking to me from far off. I was fast sinking into a panic.

  "Who has it, Jonathan? Is it the tabloids?"

  "It's a freelance photographer who is threatening to sell it or make it public unless I make him offer."

  "You’re being blackmailed?"

  He smiled ruefully.

  "Yes."

  I imagined the rawness that was in that clip. I imagined the world seeing the voraciousness with which I’d sucked and licked his dick. I’d behaved like a total slut and would be branded as one when the story broke.

  "Lena sit down, please."

  I sat down automatically and began to fumble in my purse searching for my check book. We had to make this go away.

  "How much do they want? Let's give them whatever it is. I could pitch in with a check for five thousand dollars,” I offered, digging for a pen.

  "Lena, he wants two million dollars."

  "Oh my God," I stood up again and felt myself shaking.

  He came over to me and pulled me into his arms. My heart was thudding in my chest as thousands of thoughts ran through my mind.

  "Listen to me. I said it was under control. I'm taking care of it."

  I looked up at him.

  "You’re going to pay him all that money?"

  "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse."

  "Have you seen the footage?"

  "Yes."

  My legs went weak and he helped me sit down again, but kept his arms around me.

  "It's mostly of me and is rather grainy. You have your back to the camera and only the back of your head is visible. I wasn’t going to tell you about it. I’m only telling you now because I was worried it might leak out that it was you and you’d be unprepared for the ensuing media onslaught."

  I pushed his hands away from me.

  "What if he gets an offer higher than you’re prepared to pay him?"

  “He knows he can't do that legally. He’d be selling pornography without our permission and he knows that criminal charges would be filed as well as a massive lawsuit. So his only option is to talk to me." His expression was grim.

  "What if he gets hacked and the footage leaks out?"

  "That's why I had to get my people to handle it, to make sure security measures are being taken to secure it."

  "Has your lawyer seen the footage?"

  I saw a wary look on his face. Oh no. I buried my face in my hands.

  "He saw only enough to understand the severity of the situation."

  "Does he know it's me? Did he ask who it was?"

  "All he wanted to know was if I thought the woman in question might be a honey trap working with the photographer. I told him it was impossible. We've known this low-life photographer for a long time. I once broke his camera and had to pay damages. We gave him considerably less than he’d hoped and now he won’t let it go. He's always lurking, waiting to shoot something salacious."

  I was silent as I digested what he’d said. His lawyer suspected I was in on it? Would he have asked the same thing if I was one of his blonde socialites? Wow. Just... wow.

  "I'm going to take care of this." He gave me a reassuring gaze, putting his arms around me. "I promise. I'm not going to let anybody hurt you in any way."

  "I'm sorry this happened, Jonathan. I... I just don't know what to say or do."

  "I’m handling it. Just don't let this affect us; that's all."

  I pushed his arms away and got up. It was time for that show down I'd been thinking of for the last two days. This revelation of a sex tape of us had just solidified what we had to do.

  "Us? Jonathan, there is no ‘us’."

  "Yeah... Whatever," he replied dismissively, taking a sip from his glass.

  "Seriously, we can't do this anymore. Look at the damage we are risking on ourselves, our lives; the company."

  "I am the company, Lena. I’m the largest shareholder, so I do as I please," he snapped.

  "You don't care that it might destroy my career?"

  "Of course I care. But you know we’re good together, Lena.”

  "Jonathan, do I have to spell it out for you? I don't want to risk your reputation or mine."

  "I'll worry about my reputation, Lena." He was noticeably angry.

  "Not after what's happened with the video; I don't think I can deal with this. We are ending this right now." I walked out of the home office, headed for the elevator. He caught up with me and gripped my arms with both hands, forcing me to face him.

  "Do I look like a man who is easily deterred? Do I look like a man you can just walk away from without a fight?" he said sternly, a frown creasing his brow.

  His set jaw gave me the unwanted answer. His arrogance combined with his deep blue eyes and five o’clock shadow nearly had me swooning, despite the crisis unfolding before us.

  Why was I such a weak, cowardly woman? I was reluctant to even mention what had really gotten to me these last few days; but it was now or never.

  "Excuse me, Mr. Carter,” I snapped, while shrugging off his hands. “What exactly am I to you? You already have girlfriends you’re getting engaged to." He just wanted me as his fuck piece and nothing else. He’d admitted that much when he said he’d pursued me to satisfy his desires.

  "The tabloid trash again."

  "Yes, I’ve repeatedly heard that you’re about to propose to Isabella."

  "I already told you, I'm not seeing her."

  "But you go on dates with her. And that's enough for me."

  "She's an old friend. I knew her when I attended college in Europe for a year. She was a student and an upcoming model in Europe. She went off the rails a bit, did drugs and alcohol, dropped out of school and lost work. Now she's mostly clean and I was helping her get her name out there by bringing her to functions in the US."

  I rolled my eyes. Men will say anything.

  "Really, Jonathan? Why didn’t she go somewhere like New York or California?"

  "Because she doesn't know anybody there. She's just made contacts in Miami now, so she’s moved there. We’re just friends, Lena."

  "So will she say the same thing to me if I ask her?"

  "You can call her now and ask."

  He took his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through it and handed it to me. I furtively made a quick mental note of Isabella’s number and gave him back the phone.

  "I'll call her in my own time."

  "Look, Lena. I know you want clarity on our relationship. I'll be honest with you; I don't know. This is all new to me. I've never dated outside my race. I haven't been in a serious relationship for a long time. So I can't tell you what this is, but please; let’s just try and figure it out together."

  "I've never dated outside my race either. But the main thing for me is, I don't want my heart broken."

  “Lena,” he said taking my hand. “I’m not Willis. Don’t judge me by how he treated you, okay? You will always have the truth from me; I promise you that.”

  I stilled at his words. Perceptive ass-hat. He was right; a lot of what I thought was tainted by Willis. But I was also still upset that he didn’t call and I was too proud to let him know I’d been expecting him to. After all, could I make demands on a man who was still figuring out what we were? I had to say something.

  “Jonathan, I was worried about your silence this weekend after I left.”

  He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, shaking his head.

  “A couple of hours after you left, the photographer called me. I ha
d to go meet with him to check his story out, and then Monday I had to meet with my lawyer and my security people to secure everything.”

  We were silent for a long moment, then he pulled me to him.

  "Look, Lena. I’ve avoided serious relationships for a very long time. But I want to pursue you. There's something about you, Lena. I love being around you; you’re an amazing person. You’re intelligent, beautiful, so sexy; your ass drives me wild. The fucking that we do … it drives me insane. I want to keep seeing you."

  His eyes were pleading but his manner was insistent; not willing to negotiate.

  "Why do you like my ass so much?" I asked, stifling an eye-roll.

  "You have no idea. I can't describe to you what that jiggle does to me when we fuck. That butt is going to make me lose my mind,” he said looking at me with pure unfiltered lust as he said those words.

  I needed to know if I was some kind of forbidden fruit experiment.

  “So were you attracted to black women before me?” I waited with bated breath to hear what he’d say, trying not to let my curiosity show.

  “I have admired all this brown candy around me for years, but I never considered taking it further until I met you, Lena.”

  I looked at him, perplexed. “Brown candy? Is that what you call us?”

  He looked slightly embarrassed.

  “Brown sugar sounds too expropriated so I made up my own term.”

  I shook my head at his explanation.

  "I just don't want to be some black woman whose white boss fucks her occasionally. That won't work for me."

  He took at step back.

  "So you think saying ridiculous things like that is going to drive me away?" he demanded.

  He closed the space between us again, pulling me back to him and kissing me insistently. I found myself grabbing his collar, pulling him towards me. He tried to pull my leg up around his, but my pin-striped pencil skirt was too restrictive. This brought my thoughts back to reality. I pulled back; I hadn’t covered all the issues we had and I needed time to think.

  "Jonathan, in light of everything we’ve discussed and the video of us and everything, I think I should just go home; I need to think about all this."

  "Don't leave me like this," he pleaded, kissing my neck while placing my hand on the front of his pants to feel his enormous erection.

  He was aroused and therefore, amenable. Before I got pulled into his sex vortex and lost my mind, I pressed the advantage and stated my final concern.

  “I know we don’t have a serious relationship, but I prefer monogamy and would want us to be exclusive; so maybe you need time to consider whether you can live with that.”

  He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.

  “Weren’t we already exclusive since we began sleeping with each other? Wait... have you been sleeping with other men?” His face was grim and his jaw set, like the night he’d drop-kicked that thug at the movies.

  Why was he turning this on me?

  “No I haven’t,” I snapped. “I’m not the one linked to hundreds of women in the media.”

  “In the fake news, Lena. I’ve not been with any other woman since well before we started seeing each other.”

  I was relieved to hear that. I’d struggled with irrational thoughts of him sleeping around; a man like this had women throwing themselves at him all the time.

  “Is that all?”

  "No, Jonathan, I need to shower, I've had a long day, I'm hungry. Why don’t I see you over the weekend?"

  "No, I can't let you leave. I'm going out of town tomorrow morning, going to Miami. Do you want people to stare at my stiff crotch?" He acted like he was asking a serious question and I couldn't help smiling.

  Before I could object he took my hand again.

  "Come," he ordered.

  Chapter Twelve

  He led the way through the penthouse, headed for the stairs. I followed him up and we entered his bedroom. I couldn't help admiring the evening view.

  "Wow, this is amazing," I said walking to the window and staring at the city whose lights were beginning to twinkle in the twilight. I took a step back, remembering that a sleazy photographer had filmed a sex tape starring me as the lead actress.

  "Don't worry. I had them tinted yesterday. Nobody can see us."

  I still wasn't ready to stand close to any windows and I'd probably be paranoid for a while about this. I watched as he removed his shoes and shirt, stripping methodically.

  "Go on, take your clothes off. We’re going to shower, then we’re going to order food and eat dinner."

  Shit, I thought. My hair can't get wet today. When he’d removed all his clothes, I couldn't help admiring him standing there confidently and arrogantly, with his tall, muscular body. The shorts area was slightly less tanned than the rest of his body, but all his hedges were well trimmed and groomed. His cock was erect and from this distance away, I was becoming aroused by how well endowed and blatantly sexual he was.

  He noticed me staring straight at his crotch and chuckled.

  "Do you like what you see?"

  I was slightly embarrassed, wondering why I could feel so shy, yet be so wild and uninhibited once he had his hands on me.

  "Umm… yes. I'll follow you just now."

  He gave me a dazzling smile then sauntered off into the bathroom and I heard the shower running.

  As soon as he disappeared I dived into my bag, looking for a hair tie to secure my hair on top of my head in a secure bun. I stripped down and carefully placed my clothes on the couch since I was going to have to wear them again. I removed my shoes, took a deep breath and followed him to the bathroom.

  It was a vast space built in a contemporary his and hers style. One side of the bathroom had two sinks beneath large lighted mirrors, with a few sparse cosmetic items and shaving equipment. A door led to a separate toilet. The opposite side had an identical set up of two sinks beneath a vast mirror and looked unused. He was in one vast shower surrounded by clear glass on three sides. There was an identical shower mirroring his on the opposite side of the room. In the middle of the bathroom by the window, was an enormous Jacuzzi bathtub with a view of the city. It looked as though it’d never been used.

  When I walked in he was washing soap out of his hair with his eyes closed. It was the perfect moment for me to check him out. He was magnificent, all 6 feet 3 inches of him. He was wet and glistening in the shower as the water cascaded down his body. At half mast his dick was still impressive. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest, forearms and legs, with a smooth trail leading to his groin. I popped into the ‘hers’ toilet for a quick pee then decided to use the ‘hers’ shower, on the opposite side. There was a long rectangular wood finish bench in the shower, which must have been for bathing while sitting or shaving perhaps. There were two shower heads which I turned on, letting the warm water cascade down my body.

  Just when I realized there was no liquid soap in my shower, I felt Jonathan's warm, wet chest brushing against my back. He loomed behind me, running his hands slowly around my waist. I turned my head back to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth letting him suck it gently. I heard him squeeze a tube and then run warm soapy hands all over my shoulders, working down my back and over my breasts. With another squeeze of soap, he crouched down soaping my legs, working up each thigh individually. He took extra time rubbing his hands over my butt, in circles, pinching and squeezing it playfully. My eyes were closed the whole time, enjoying the sensations running through me from his attention.

  I have avoided serious relationships, he’d said. I put the intruding thought out of my mind as he rinsed all the lather off gently.

  "I'm done," he whispered. "Wash me."

  I knew he’d already showered, but he still wanted me to do the same for him.

  With my face scrubbed clean of makeup, I turned around to face him and saw him gazing at me with his beautiful, piercing eyes.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Lena,” he whispered as he held my g
aze.

  He had the shadow of a day's stubble on his face, making him look desirable and sexy. He had a little knowing smile on his face as he noticed my eyes darting to his impressive, fully erect cock. I squeezed some soap into my hands and ran them over his chest and arms. He watched intently as I pressed my taut nipples to his chest to reach my hands around behind his broad, muscular back and firm, taut butt. I crouched in front of him to soap his hard thighs, bringing his fully hardened cock to eye level with me and he quickly reached out to grab me.

  "Enough," he said, helping me back up and holding me to his chest.

  He crushed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue was probing and thrusting in and out of my mouth with fervor. We both groaned into the kiss, water cascading down our bodies. I reached down to grab his cock, moving my hand up and down the shaft rhythmically. His tongue began to mimic the stroking movements in my mouth and he sucked on my tongue greedily, stimulating the flow of moisture in my sex.

  He broke contact and I was bereft, not wanting him to stop. He adjusted the shower heads and moved the bench to the center of the shower, directly in the line of the spray. He straddled the narrow bench and lay back on it. It was just long enough to accommodate his torso. I was hesitating, knowing we didn't have any protection with us but not wanting to ruin the moment bringing it up. I was on the Pill but I’d lied to him I wasn’t. He noticed my hesitation.

  "Come," he commanded huskily, "I promise to pull out," he added, reaching out his hand to steady me as I straddled him. I decided to tell him the truth now that we’d agreed to be exclusive.

  “Baby, I have something to tell you,” I whispered, licking my bottom lip.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m on the Pill.”

  Before he had a chance to react, I lowered my sex carefully onto his cock, with water from the shower cascading down my back. He groaned loudly as the sensation hit him and I hissed through my teeth, absorbing the moment. For the first time, we were skin to skin, with nothing between his dick and my sex. The stretching was intense and I tried desperately to accommodate him, shifting carefully to try and fit his impressive girth into my throbbing sex.