Page 31 of The Dating Prohibition
“What are you wearing right now?” The rumble in BJ’s voice made Kendra’s toes curl as she pressed her cell phone to her ear.
They’d barely made it twenty-four hours before Kendra received a late-night text of a GIF of Mike Tyson sparring in the ring.
Whatever this friends-with-benefits situationship was, it remained undefined and they hadn’t revisited the conversation. After
his text, she’d called him immediately and he hadn’t even bothered with a hello before repeating his opening question.
“What do you want me to be wearing?”
“Don’t play coy with me,” he said. “I asked you a question.”
“What if I said ‘nothing’?”
“Is that true?”
She looked down at her body, her glowing skin catching the light after being slathered in body butter and hydrating oils.
Her back leaned against her headboard and pillows as she toyed with her hair. “It could be true.”
“Be serious right now. I’m trying to ask you questions. You’re taking me out of the mood.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. I’ll stop ‘playing coy,’” she mocked.
“So let’s try this again.” His tone was serious. “What are you wearing right now?”
“I am wearing a dark purple set—a lace camisole with matching panties.”
“Take it off,” he rasped softly.
Kendra closed her eyes, imagining him whispering that in her ear, his breath warming her cheek, her throat, before his lips
pressed against her shoulder. “Okay.”
She put her phone on speaker so she could continue to talk to him as she did what he asked. “Camisole is off and...” She
lifted her hips, tugging down her panties, kicking them off once they were below her knees. She sank back against the pillows.
“Done. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
“Already? You were waiting for me?” She pictured his hand wrapped around his erection and ran her nails over the swell of
her breasts.
“Obviously.”
“Don’t be snarky,” she teased.
“I wanted you naked for a reason...”
“If you want me naked, why aren’t you here?”
“I have some work to do, and if I’m there, I won’t get any of it done.”
“Surely we can control ourselves in more places than just the restaurant.”
“We can, but do we actually want to?”
She bit her lip as she contemplated his question. “Okay, maybe you’re right,” she admitted. “But, eventually, we could get
to a place where we’re not so...”
“So what?”
“ Addicted is the word that comes to mind. I’m not sure that it’s the right word to use in this instance, because this is definitely
not a bad thing. What do you think?”
“I always think of addiction as having a bad connotation. And besides, we’ve only had four of these secret boxing matches so far.”
“Yeah,” she said slowly. “But I’d be lying if I said that every time we finish sparring, I don’t think about doing it again.
And every time in between, I just think more about it. Hell, the other day I actually googled boxing phrases so I’d have more
ammunition when we see each other.”
He chuckled darkly. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Well, first I was looking at different punching techniques. Jabs and haymakers and all that. And then I was looking at, you
know, bobbing and weaving and different strategies for footwork. Different rulings—knockout versus a TKO. And then I looked
up famous boxers.”
“Do you have a favorite? Boxer, I mean.”
“Is it weird to say that if I say Tyson it means I want you to nibble on my ear?”
He barked out a laugh. “It’s funny. I wouldn’t put that in the weird category per se.”
“Yeah, well, hear me when I say that I don’t want you to bite it off.”
“Noted,” he responded. “You really put in the work the other day.”
“Well, I knew what I wanted.”
“Mmm-hmm, tell me what else you want.”
She took a deep breath, exhaling as her hand roamed her body, her palm gently grazing her breasts, her belly. Her fingertips
ran the length of her thigh as her knees fell apart. “Right now, I want you between my legs tasting me, touching me. I want
to come against your mouth. I want you to flip me over and do it again. And then I want you to push my face into the pillows
and fuck me from behind.”
He growled in response.
She’d grown bolder with each of their sparring matches. “Are you picturing it?” she whispered.
“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed.
“What do you want right now?”
“I want everything you just said. I want you naked on all fours. I want to bend you over the side of the bed and spread you
wide for me.”
Kendra squeezed her eyes shut as sensations overloaded her memory. She could almost smell his cologne and feel the way his
hands gripped her ass. “And then what?” she breathed.
“I’ll reach forward and grab your hair, hold your throat. I want to lean over you and whisper things into your ear to get
you closer to coming on this dick.” The gravel in his voice created quakes between her thighs.
Kendra’s breathing was ragged as her fingers moved between her legs. She moaned softly.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her fingers slickened as she imagined his mouth where her hand was, pressing against her clit in smooth, soft circles. “I
don’t think my hand is enough right now,” she whispered.
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
“I’ve got an arsenal over here, sir.” She smiled slightly.
“Is that right?”
“Maybe I’ll show it to you sometime.”
“I don’t know if we should do that at your place,” he laughed gently.
Kendra heard footsteps overhead. “You’re probably right. Maybe I should bring a little bag of goodies over to your place.”
“I’d like that. So what are you going to pull from your arsenal today?”
“Well, I have a few options. Do you want to choose since we’re playing your game?”
The hum of his deep voice made Kendra bite her lip. “What are the options?”
“I’m trying to decide between a G-spot stimulator and a labia-and-clit stimulator.”
“I know what the first one looks like. Describe the second one.”
“It looks almost like a soft fork. It’s got three prongs to massage and hold the labia apart, as the third simulates the clit.”
“Hmm... Well, since they’re for different purposes, why don’t you use both?”
Her eyebrows rose. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”
“You sound impressed.”
She pictured a smug smile spreading across his soft lips. “Maybe I am a little bit, but I’m down. Let’s try it.” She prepped
her toys before positioning them against her need, gasping as she slid one stimulator inside on the lowest setting. “Talk
to me,” she whispered.
“Are they on?”
She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Kendra, come for me.”
The G-spot stimulator was already building pressure internally as the external stimulator made her squirm. Her breath floated
on a series of soft moans as she gripped the devices, increasing the intensity of the vibrations on both.
Ben’s low rasp enveloped her senses like a velvety purr. “I want to use these toys on you. I want to watch you use them.”
“You like to watch,” she gasped as she climbed closer to climax.
“I like to watch. And then I like to control.”
At his last word, her back arched, and her mouth fell open. “I’m close,” she whimpered.
“Good. I want you to move that one that’s inside, and rub it right up against your spot slowly. Highest setting.”
She nodded, following his direction. As she did so, she found her release, light exploding behind her eyes. “Oh my god, Ben,” she whined.
“I like when you say my name that way. I want you to say it again. You ready?”
He can’t mean... “Another? Right now?”
“Right now. Time for round two, baby girl.”
Her body had barely finished convulsing, but she agreed, allowing him to talk her through several more releases with the sound
of him pleasuring himself on the other end, amplifying her orgasm each time.
The next day, Kendra sat at the bar of PALATE, working away on her laptop. Real estate was moving so quickly that she couldn’t
keep up, and three other properties she was interested in sold before an auction could begin. BJ stood directly in front of
her across the bar, polishing glasses while Logan attended to some inventory at the other end, closer to the kitchen.
After BJ talked her through a series of five orgasms the night before, Kendra had gotten the best sleep she’d had in a long
time. As hard as she stared at her computer screen now, she could feel his smoldering gaze on her and it took everything in
her not to blurt out some random boxing metaphor. She tried to avoid returning his stare because that was sure to short-circuit
all self-control.
“B,” Logan called out in his typical soft voice––the one that matched his introverted personality––as both BJ and Kendra swung
their heads in his direction. He projected more when he was speaking with clientele, but he never needed to do that within
their circle.
“Can you give these to Keke while I go handle some paperwork downstairs in the office?”
“Yeah, sure.” He accepted a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries from Logan. BJ set the treats next to her wine as Kendra closed her laptop. “Your strawberries, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. “These look gorgeous.”
Shonda had been experimenting with different kinds of desserts and treats to see what people in the neighborhood would gravitate
toward and, while many opted for the heavier desserts like the tiramisu cheesecake or the pot de crème, several had voiced
a desire for some lighter options. Kendra and Shonda had brainstormed a few treats to try out, including mango Bellinis, a
mixed berry parfait with a speculoos cookie crumble, and chocolate-covered strawberries featuring dark chocolate with a white
chocolate drizzle.
Logan disappeared down the stairs, and as Kendra raised a strawberry to her mouth, her eyes met BJ’s. Her lips wrapped around
it gently as she bit into the ripe fruit, juices attempting to escape the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips and savored
the chocolate melting on her tongue, her eyes falling closed as the flavors melded together. “These are so good.” She shielded
her mouth with her hand as she chewed.