The Family Business

Her eyes smiled wider. “Is that your way of apologizing, Mr. Orlando?”


I walked closer to her. “It’s my way of saying let’s start over. Let’s do things your way.” Instead of laying another passionate kiss on her, I placed a soft, gentle one on her forehead, turned the stove back on, then headed out of the kitchen before calling over my shoulder, “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

We played the game her way. Yeah, I was on home court, but it never hurt to let the visitor call the shots every now and then. I retreated to the living room while she prepared the meal. Once it was done, she appeared in the doorway and summoned me to the kitchen. I followed the scent, both hers and the meal, into the kitchen, where she had a nice setting for two laid out.

She served me and made sure I had everything I needed before she even sat down to join me. The meal was exquisite. I hoped she could cook in the bed like she could in the kitchen. Hell, even half as good would have gotten me off. When it came to women, seconds were usually a no-no, but I already knew that rule would be null and void when it came to this delicious Caribbean meal.



“You have something on your mouth,” Ruby stated after she’d cleared the table and joined me back in the living room. She nestled in beside me on the couch, wiping the corner of my mouth with her thumb.

I didn’t know if something was really there, but I liked her touch. Maybe this was what she meant by leading into things. Funny how I’d just been promoted to lead the family, yet here I was, willing, ready, and able to be a follower.

Not only was Ruby a good cook, but she was a good talker as well. I was actually impressed by how much she knew about cars. Then again, Maria could have had her do her homework in that aspect. Nonetheless, I appreciated the effort, and that, like pretty much everything else Ruby did, made my dick hard.

After a while it became difficult for us to concentrate on a conversation because the sexual tension was building. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. Knowing that was her cue, I gladly directed her to the master bath adjoining the bedroom.

As she walked away, I couldn’t take my eyes off that ass. Her eyes hummed, sang, and all kinds of other shit, while her ass made me think of the sound of ocean waves hitting the shore. No, it didn’t really make a sound, but if it could, that was the sound it would have made.

“Aaahh!”

The shrill sound coming from the bathroom caused me to leap from the couch and run to Ruby’s aid. “You all right? What’s wrong?” I wondered if I should grab the protection I kept in the nightstand drawer, but I didn’t want to scare Ruby and make her think she was fuckin’ with some gangster or something.

“Oh my goodness. A Jacuzzi? A big, huge Jacuzzi?” she said in excitement. Or shock. Or both.

“Are you serious?” I asked, trying to watch my tone. I usually wouldn’t have given a fuck about walking on eggshells around a broad, but my dick would never forgive me if I allowed this one to get away without tapping that ass. “You’ve never seen a Jacuzzi before?” I decided to make a quick save. “Then again, it is pretty big.”

“I’ve not only never seen one this big, but I’ve never seen one at all. I’ve heard about them, but have never seen one live and in person.” Her smile was beautiful. I hadn’t noticed until just now.

It was definitely time to move things along. I walked over to her. “Then I guess you’ve never made love in a Jacuzzi before, either.”

She looked up at me, and no words needed to be spoken at that point. I turned the water on at a nice warm temperature, and as if on cue, both Ruby and I began removing our clothes, staring each other down the entire time.

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