Drake
Mann is a college student, single father and standup comic who blends
his act with magic tricks. Calling himself the Great Mandrake, he
works at a small comedy club. His nephew, Davy, is a special needs
child who is very challenging and it's hard for Drake's sister to
cope with him. Since she and her husband are out of the country,
Drake is watching Davy for them. He develops a relationship with
Davy's teacher, Amalica Capo.
"You
promised to tell me about your bad boy days," she said, changing
the subject abruptly.
"No,
I didn't. I told you that if we were alone, there were other things
I'd rather be doing then tell you how bad I've been. I still hold to
that."
"Me
too," she sighed. "I can't—Not yet.... But—oh, dammit,
Drake. Would you kiss me?"
He
laughed, taking her hand and she led him to the living room. It was
comfortable and homey with a large couch covered in pink cabbage
roses. They sat on it together. Amalia was stiff and nervous, unsure
how to proceed. Drake scooted closer, brushing her hair over her
shoulder.
His
lips brushed hers once, twice, before he kissed he, lingering lightly
on hers after the first kiss. She tasted like coffee and vanilla. Her
perfume made him dizzy, wrapping around him like a floral cloud. It
smelled like sex and seduction, tingling his nostrils, making it hard
for him to think. He kissed her again, more powerfully, deeply,
longingly. She met his intensity, holding him close as he kissed her
cheeks and neck. Drake wanted to touch her all over, but he
controlled himself, focusing instead, on his kisses. His mouth was
hot on her skin, burning with passion as he continued his erotic
journey.
Amalia
shivered with delight. A little squeak of pleasure passed her lips as
he nibbled on her earlobe. Taking his face in her hands, she brought
his mouth back to hers. Throwing away caution, she kissed him deeply,
making him groan. She knew he wanted her. She wanted him too. But not
like this, not tonight. She couldn't do that again. Not after the
last time ended so badly. That time, she had given in to the passion,
let it sweep her away, and ended up with her heart trampled.
Drake
was gradually losing control. It had been too long since he'd been
with a woman. Amalia did things that made him completely insane. He
didn't know how much longer he'd behave himself. It was all he could
do not to snatch her clothing off and plunge deeply into her until he
possessed her completely.
"Molly,
please...." He gasped as he ran his hands over her body.
"Please...." It was almost a howl.
"No.
No, I can't yet."
"Please?"
he wasn't too proud to beg. He knew he was making a fool of himself,
but he couldn't help it.
"No!"
She tensed to slap him.
Drake
sensed her fear and stopped. "I'm sorry," he said, moving
to the other side of the couch. "I'm so sorry."
"Me
too. It's my fault."
He
laughed casually, running his hands through his hair. "No, it's
not. Just shoot me in the balls."
Amalia
giggled, bopping him with a pillow. "I don't think you'd like
that much."
©
2016 Dellani Oakes
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