Page 30 of The Dating Prohibition

“I promise, though I only got drunk because of a certain someone. This time, we’ll stick to a two-drink maximum.”

“Okay, deal. I still can’t believe that you’re such a lightweight,” she teased.

“Whatever, Kenny. I’ll let you get back to cleaning your house now.”

“Alright, what are you about to do?”

“I’m about to go take a cold shower while I think about our rematch.”

Kendra squeezed her eyes shut as mental images of his solid frame materialized. “Bet. You let me know when you’re ready to

rumble.”

He laughed. “Save the references unless you’re ready to cash in.”

“I stay ready.”

“Mmm-hmm, remember you said that, and keep that same energy.”

Kendra grinned and tossed her phone onto the duvet cover. “A shower sounds like a good idea,” she muttered.

The next day at the restaurant, Kendra had a hard time averting her eyes from BJ.

Every time he walked past, or his shoulder brushed against her, or she caught his eye from across the room, sensations manifested within her body.

Her pulse increased. Her mouth went dry.

She got goose bumps on her arms. A shiver went down her spine as a flutter and bloomed in her stomach.

Her body craved something that he couldn’t even remember. And that fact would snap her out of her stupor, and she’d look away.

Is it just me, or why is it that every time I look at him, he’s looking at me?

“Hey, cuz.” Lani popped up at Kendra’s side.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Lani captured Kendra’s attention, and Kendra mentally made a note to thank her cousin later.

“We’re all done with the cleanup and the restock. So, once BJ finishes with the glasses and you’re done with the till, we’ll

be ready to close up.”

“Okay, well, go ahead and send the kitchen staff home and then you go home too. There’s no need for you to stay here if there’s

nothing left to do. We can close.”

“Are you sure?” Lani’s eyes grew wide as saucers, as if she was looking at a pile of gifts under the Christmas tree.

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind, just go ahead and close up the curtains and then you can take off. I’m sure you have other stuff

you wanna get into tonight.” She shared a knowing look with her cousin, as Lani had shared earlier that she and Stanley were

finally trying to get together for a date night. Logan had gotten tired of them making eyes at each other and talked to Stanley

about a late-night art exhibit that he knew Lani wanted to see. Apparently, Stanley had been stalling because he was trying

to figure out the perfect date. Once he had that information from Logan, he immediately pulled Lani aside to find out if she

was free.

Lani bounced with excitement. “Okay, I’ll lock the door so no one comes in while you two are finishing up.”

Kendra nodded and went back to collecting an inventory of their wine selection. When she finished, she turned on her heels

and strolled toward the bar, where BJ was cleaning another steaming load of glasses. “Do you have a lot more to do?” she asked,

finally looking up at him. His deep brown eyes poured into hers and she caught her breath.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He blinked.

“I was asking if you had a lot more to do. I just need to close out the register and print the receipt.”

“Bet, I just have one more load, so I’ll probably finish right about the time you do.”

“Okay.” She turned away from him to the tablet and began reviewing everything, confirming the cash that was in the till, and

taking some notes for her brother. After she’d divided and marked the tips for the day’s servers, she placed what she needed

to bring home in an envelope and turned back toward BJ, her hand grazing his arm.

“So, sorry,” she stuttered. The warmth emanating from his body raised her internal temperature and she fanned herself with

the envelope.

“It’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He nudged her playfully.

“No, I know,” she said, laughing awkwardly. “I just, you know...” I’m picturing you naked.

“You’re trying to keep your distance, aren’t you?” He removed his glasses, pressing an arm of the frame against his lips thoughtfully

like a sexy Black Sherlock Holmes.

“I don’t really know what to do,” she admitted, her forehead growing hot as she willed herself not to sweat. Her envelope

fan was losing some of its integrity from her clammy grip.

“I thought we talked about what we were going to do.” He stepped closer, and his scent filled her nostrils.

Kendra tilted her head, looking up at him through her thick lashes. “So you’re saying you want to take a boxing class with

me?”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “Something like that. Although, I’m not sure I’m the one taking the lesson.”

Kendra grinned cheekily. “Listen. Just because you are a professor in the classroom doesn’t mean that you can beat me in the

ring.”

“Is that a challenge?” He crooked his eyebrow.

“Maybe it is. I know how strong I am. I know I can go more rounds than you...”

“Is that right?” His gaze dropped to her mouth as she licked her lips.

“Yep. I pack a mean punch,” she said and playfully jabbed at his stomach.

He grunted, his lips curving. “Well, then, we need to finish these glasses so that we can get ourselves into the ring.”

“Let’s.”

Within fifteen minutes, they had made it to his apartment. They practically street-raced to get there.

In the car, Kendra had popped a mint into her mouth, reapplied her lip gloss, and fished around in her purse for her travel-sized

perfume to refresh her scent. The juncture between her thighs ached in anticipation.

They barely got in the front door before they began ripping each other’s clothes off. BJ’s massive hands gripped her hips

and brought her close, his need already apparent as it rubbed against her. Kendra hummed, a moan escaping her lips as she

opened her mouth to grant him entrance.

His soft lips trapped hers as his tongue gently skimmed her mouth. Slow strokes led to deeper currents, and they kissed like they were the last two people on Earth and time was running out.

Kendra’s blouse and BJ’s button-down hit the floor in a frenzy of limbs seeking freedom. She reached for his buckle, but he

stopped her. “Come on,” she teased.

He drew closer, his hands still on her hips as he pushed her back.

She allowed him to guide her and soon the back of her calves met the edge of his bed. She reached again for his belt and he

nudged her hand away.

“There’s something I have to do first.” He bit her lip before trailing his mouth down the side of her throat and running the

tip of his tongue along her collarbone. His breath against her skin raised goose bumps and sent jolts of electricity to her

core.

Kendra whimpered, her breath already ragged as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her head fell back as BJ’s lips pressed against

her sternum. His hands reached down to cup her ass, squeezing it before running his hands up her back to unfasten her bra,

relieving her heavy breasts from their wired cages.

Kendra sighed happily.

BJ paused, looking up at her, his mouth hovering over her décolleté. “Is that a thing for all women? You literally can’t wait

to take your bra off and breathe deeply?”

Kendra rested her hands on BJ’s shoulders as his arms circled her lower back. “Professor, I’m gonna need you to concentrate

right now.” She warned in a stern voice, her eyes shining.

He chuckled. “Yes, Miss Porter.” Without another word his mouth surrounded one of her tight nipples, his tongue caressing

its sensitive peak before suckling and nipping, biting gently.

Kendra couldn’t help but moan as his hand grabbed her other breast while he continued his assault, her skin turning pink from his attention. Her legs grew weak, and he held her steady, his arm circling the small of her back.

BJ’s hand slid to the flesh of her stomach, undoing the button on her pants and pulling them down with slowed admiration as

his eyes raked over her body. He knelt before her as she kicked her feet out of her pants and socks until she stood in nothing

but a lace thong, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. His lips trailed down her stomach as his hands roamed from her waist to her hips, massaging her

curves until he gripped the front of her thighs. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Kendra complied and BJ hooked his fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help.

Once they were on the floor, BJ nudged her thighs open with his hands. “You got the first taste last time,” he said, his eyes

locked on hers.

She leaned back on her elbows, intent to watch. “I didn’t, but let’s test your proficiency level, Professor.”

A glint in BJ’s eye sparkled as he watched her run a hand over her breasts, biting her lip.

She sucked in a breath as one of his fingers grazed her folds. “So wet for me,” he whispered, planting kisses on either side

of her mound as his fingers grew slick. A low growl reverberated in his throat, sending even more heat between Kendra’s legs.

Kendra’s eyes closed from the sensation, her chin stretching toward the ceiling and her mouth falling open as BJ’s lips and

tongue parted her, nibbling on the tender flesh.

“Fuck, Ben,” Kendra whined, the strength in her arms dissipated until she lay flat on her back. Her hips began to wind against

his mouth.

BJ rested an arm against one of her thighs, holding it down to give him space as his fingers circled her entrance, driving into her slowly. One and then two.

Delicious pressure built inside Kendra as her back arched, and her thighs began to shake. “Please,” she begged, panting as

he drove her closer to the brink.

“Please what?” His breath was warm against her clit, and he patted it softly with the palm of his hand, each tap setting off

sparks behind her eyelids.

Words escaped her as she shuddered, wanting to scream as BJ pressed his tongue against her folds and lapped at her lazily.

Unintelligible whimpering was all she could muster.

“Please what,” he repeated, raspy humming vibrating against her core. “Tell me what you want me to do to this pretty pussy.”

Kendra had often shied away from saying what she really wanted in the bedroom; Chase had been a selfish lover and practically

pouted anytime she asked for him to meet her needs. Ben was already running circles around Chase in that department. This

man was certainly not a novice. Fuck it—a closed mouth don’t get fed . Kendra lifted her head to look Ben in the eye. “I want you to make me come with your mouth. Twice. And then I want to fuck

you senseless.”

He placed a wet kiss against her clit. “As you wish.” He feasted on her, lapping at her with the full width of his tongue,

painting a bevy of colors and spots on the backs of her eyelids. Kendra cried out, unable to control her hips as they bucked

against him.

His fingers drove into her, touching the spot that made her even more out of control.

“I’m—” she gasped, her eyes opening as her body clenched, her thighs dripping wet as she saw stars. Her body shuddered and

convulsed as he kept going, shaking every last spasm from her body before slowing his pace.

He kissed her one more time between her thighs before removing his fingers. “Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked.

She nodded, opening her mouth.

He leaned over her on the bed, allowing her to suck on his fingers. “That’s a good girl.” His eyes darkened as he watched

her lips wrap around his fingers. “You have such a pretty mouth when you do that.”

When he withdrew his fingers, she panted. “You’re more proficient than I anticipated, Professor.”

BJ pulled back his locs, tying them into a man bun. “Well, the lesson isn’t quite done, Ms. Porter.”

Kendra watched him with hooded eyes as he sank back down to his knees, palming her inner thighs with a devilish smile. “Then

it’s time to give it your best effort.”

“I expect your undivided attention.”