Page 18 of Brown Sugar

On my phone screen, Kiana’s straightened up from the kitchen counter and strolls into the living room area of her penthouse. Her cloud of curls bounces along with every step. So does her round ass, the full cheeks peeking out from the pair of men’s briefs she appears to be wearing.

Damnnn.

I grit my teeth, fighting off my arousal, aware it’s a losing battle.

It’s wrong. It’s unprofessional. A violation of trust.

Before I know it, I’ve got a raging fucking hard-on that’s not going away. It’s expanding in my pants ’til it’s a whole tent that demands attention.

Any willpower I’ve got left depletes from my body. I unzip my pants and pull out my hard dick, thoughts of one person and one person only on my mind.

The same woman on my screen. The same woman munching on a dill pickle as she wanders over to the huge window and peers out at the city streets.

A throaty grunt leaves me as I fist myself. My large hand encloses around my girth and slides up and down.

The reality playing out on the screen morphs into other racier thoughts.

Fantasies about what it would be like to be there with her. What it would be like to palm her fat ass in my bare hands and capture her full lips against mine.

I imagine her kissing me back. The soft pads of her fingertips reaching up to trace my jaw and stroke my beard. Her addictive gasps for air as I kiss the fuck out of her.

My mind goes to how wet she would get.

How I’d eventually sneak a hand into her panties and feel the moisture slicked along her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” I grunt, fisting myself. My eyes clench shut as the pressure welled up inside me erupts. My hand runs up and down my dick ’til the dam bursts and I spill onto my pants.

The fantasy fades before my eyes in the same moment the intense pleasure does.

I come down from my masturbatory session and realize what the fuck I’ve done.

“Fuck,” I repeat. This time in a different tone. Embarrassment? Disappointment? Shock I’d let myself be so damn pathetic?

Clarity has hit.

I exit out of the app as Kiana stretches her arms into the air and her t-shirt rises, showing off her toned bare stomach.

That has to be the only time.

That can never happen again.

This is a job and nothing more. It’s got to stay that way.

8

KIANA

I wake up to the most confusing text in the world.

A dick pic.

Shawn’sdick pic.

I blink, then rub my eyes, trying to clear up my groggy sight. I’ve got to still be half asleep.

There’s no way…

But when I look at my phone with fresh, wide-open eyes, I’m still seeing a dick on my screen.