Azmir chuckles. “All right,” his throaty vocal chords pours out, reminding me of the early hour. He’s inviting me in to ask my questions.
“Well…how old is he for starters? Evelyn looks old enough to be your grandmother!”
He chuckles again. “Jax is about…” he squints his eyes in search for an answer. “…I would say…twenty-five—twenty-six. I’m not quite sure of the two.”
Wow! “And Evelyn will soon be applying for her pension.” I rub my heavy eyes.
Another chuckle from A.D. With squinted eyes and a lazy grin, he asks, “You’re quite the observer, huhn, Brimm?”
“I’m just saying, what is a guy my age doing with a great-grandma? Grant it, Evelyn’s just as in shape as I am, if not more, but the aging in her face doesn’t lie. That has to be…” I yawn. “…immoral on some level.”
We head out to the bedroom where Azmir undresses the bed. I stand, completely fatigued, watching like a four year old, waiting for their bed to be turned down.
“As it seems, you’re not totally averse to dating older men—”
“Older men,” I interrupt him. “…not old men.” I climb onto the bed when he gives my cue. “And why are you acting as if this is so normal for a guy Jackson’s age? Were you into old—I mean, older women at some point in your youth?”
“I was into all types of women in my youth. Literally and figuratively speaking,” he calls out as he returns to the bathroom. When he makes his was back out to me, he’s holding a jar of cream.
“Hold up! What happened to my…reward? You didn’t think I’d forget about it, did you?” I raise a brow, awaiting an answer. I catch his panty-snatching smirk.
“Little girl, giving you what you’ve requested right now would be an act of debauchery…taking advantage of a young lassie.”
I giggle at his formality, though I know he’s being comical. I melt as a smile slowly crests upon his beautiful face. Although the tightness around his eyes remains and redness is prominent from exhaustion, Azmir is still an incredibly beautiful creature.
“A deal is a deal,” I yawn, continuing with my protests as he sits on my side of the bed.
“No, Brimm,” he mutters as he pulls my right leg into his lap. He unscrews the cap of the jar and scoops cream into his large hands. When he lifts my foot and starts rubbing firmly into the core, my back arches over the bed. “You’ve been in those heels, entertaining my friends and me, all evening. I just want to relax you.”
He kneads with a strong grip that indiscriminately rolls over the base of my foot. And when he arrives at my toes—gently tugging at them, one-by-one—a short moan escapes my mouth. I quickly bite my bottom lip to control myself.
“If you keep that up, Brimm, I’m gonna fuck you,” Azmir scolds on a throaty grovel.
I roll my eyes into the back of my head, oddly embarrassed by my lack of constraint. This man is trying to relax me and I’m belting out trills of a porn star.
Way to go, Rayna!
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Azmir
“Yeah…that should be enough for everybody. I’ll leave the door unlocked,” I inform into the phone while standing in the kitchen, perusing a menu.
“Sure, Mr. Jacobs, sir. I’ll place that order right away,” Manny assures.
“Indeed,” I reply before hanging up.
When I turn from the wall phone, I’m slightly startled by her presence. I thought she’d be sleeping for at least another hour. Her short hair is tousled—sexily—as she stands in one of the kitchen entryways with her Japanese wrap housecoat generously agape for me to gain an inciting vertical view of her cleavage; belly button, well-manicured pelvis and the seam of her thighs as one crosses over the other. I swallow hard, realizing I’m salivating immediately by her sensuous company. Even her damn bare toes against the Italian marble floor look delectable.
“Mr. Jacobs,” she annunciates with a throaty tenor. “Not only have I missed morning worship because you failed to set my alarm before bed...” She rakes back loose strands of hair that has fallen into her face. “…but you also failed to act on our agreed upon recompense of my services for last evening.”
Damn. I know what she’s referring to. And while I know she’s into “character,” I also realize she’s serious as hell. I can’t speak, yet my johnson jerks at the gruff in her voice. We stand mere feet from each other, eye-fucking, neither one making a move. I don’t know which one would be best. But one thing is for damn sure, and that’s Brimm’s gonna get what she came for this morning.
Attempting the first move, she slowly removes her raised arms from the entryway frame and starts her sexy strut towards me. My mind starts racing. I know that smoldering look in my lady’s eyes. I understand what she’s in need of. What she’s channeling from me.