Candace Shaw - His Loving Caress

A sly smile emerged across Preston’s face. “A date with me.” He stroked his goatee. “I figure they can start the bidding at around five. Heck, maybe even ten.”

“Yeah, five bucks sounds about right,” Braxton joked, patting his cousin on the back and then tilting his head toward some of the women who were around his mother’s age. “I’m sure some of the golden-ager sorors would love to have a young cub.”

“You’re not funny, cuz, and I meant five thousand dollars.”

“Well, good luck with that. What about Rhonda?”

Preston’s face wrinkled with puzzlement. “Who?”

“The young lady you brought by the club last week who sat in your lap, fed you and nibbled on your ear all night.”

“Nah, man. She’s just one of my honeys in rotation. Nothing serious. Once I leave here, I’m jetting over to this chick’s place for a late-night skinny dip in her pool. It was over eighty degrees today.”

“Well, it is the middle of June in Hot Atlanta. It’s only going to get hotter.”

“I’m still beating you on the golf course this summer no matter what.” Preston glanced at his watch. “I need this shindig to start so I can go.” He downed his scotch and licked his tongue across his lips, slamming the empty glass on a nearby highboy. “Damn, on second thought, I may need to stay awhile longer. The honey dip that just strutted in is fine, and she’s looking this way. I should just give her twenty-five thousand right now so she can bid on me. Oh, it’s definitely going to be a hot summer.” Rubbing his hands together, Preston tilted his head in her direction.

Braxton turned around to see who his cousin’s next conquest was going to be only to discover Elle saunter into the room. And she was indeed fine as Preston had stated. The straight black dress encased her body as if it was created for only her to wear—which it probably was. Her windswept updo brought out her mesmerizing eyes, her swan-like neck and the diamond choker that was a reminder of how refined and classy she’d become. His gaze jerked to the slit that stopped midthigh that showcased her smooth, honey-coated legs. His thoughts travelled to the times when her legs were wrapped around his waist or entangled with his while they made love. Her legs, especially her thighs, had always been one of his favorite places to explore. Did she purposely wear that dress? Her eyes lingered on him for a second before turning to the hostess with a pleased smile as if she knew he was tempted. Oh, yeah, she wore it for me. And it worked as a strain against his pants emerged.

Preston tapped his chin. “You know she looks familiar. Do we know her?”

“That’s Elle.”

“Your ex? The one that you left at the altar, and we all thought you were crazy and just plain foolish?”

“Gee, thanks,” Braxton said sarcastically as they headed to their table.

“Well, dang. She’s definitely all grown up now. I don’t remember her being so...um...curvy and alluring. She’s mighty fierce in that dress. I’m surprised someone hasn’t wifed her up yet.”

“Well, it won’t be you so stop salivating over her.” Even though Braxton was joking with his cousin, a tinge of jealously soared through his bones. The thought of her with someone else didn’t sit well with him. However, he was surprised she wasn’t married yet.

“Uh-huh. Don’t worry, man. We’re family. I remember Tiffani saying Elle may still have feelings for you. So what are you going to do about it?” Preston asked seriously. “There’s some other men checking her out.” He nodded toward a few of their colleagues who were eyeing Elle.

Braxton cracked a confident smile in her direction as he caught her eyes roam over him momentarily before diverting away as if she’d been caught. “I’m a Chase man. What do you think?”

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