That Night In The Bahamas (BWWM Romance Book 1) Read online

  He handed her the pair of sunglasses, another item that she assumed was worth thousands.

  “Would you do one topless?” he asked, Dee’s stomach dropping at the suggestion. “I love doing something provocative when I’m selling a simple item, you know?”

  Dee felt comfortable with him, clearly seeing that he wasn’t a dangerous man at all. It still felt strange to get naked in front of this man she barely knew, and she was self-conscious about her breasts, not wanting anyone to see her naked body. She was happy with her curves and felt confident with her face, but Dee much preferred to just keep the clothes on.

  “I just don’t think I can,” she said firmly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his demand.

  “That’s fine, I understand. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, getting a bit closer. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your body Dominique.”

  “I’m not. I just don’t want to be naked,” she said.

  “It’s fine, it’s fine. I have a better idea,” he said, walking to another table set up on the other side of the studio. “I knew I wanted them to keep everything set up for a reason.”

  Ricardo walked back towards Dee holding a few handfuls of flowers. He started placing them in Dee’s hair, in her pocket, behind her ears, and in her hands. She was covered in flowers and felt a little silly.

  “Perfect,” he said, snapping a few more pictures. “Dee, you helped me complete it.”

  Ricardo was beaming. He walked back over to Dee and started taking the flowers back out of her hair. She could smell his natural scent mixed with the salty water and fishy beaches. He looked down at her for a moment, both frozen under the pink glow from the light. Dee felt mesmerized by Ricardo’s presence. She lost control of her body, and before she knew it, she was kissing his cheek as he removed the flowers from behind her ear.

  He looked at her for a moment only to turn towards her and kiss her mouth in return. They held their lips together for a moment before Ricardo pulled back.

  “I can’t,” Ricardo said, pulling away from Dee. “I really do see something in you. I don’t want you to think that this is just something I did to get you back here.”

  “It’s OK, I don’t think that,” she said, walking towards him. “I kissed you first. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want to,” she responded.

  Ricardo walked towards her fast again and kissed her hard, pulling her waist in close to his body, pushing her back over his arm a bit. He kissed her slowly as he unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bikini once again. He had a large mouth, a perfect match for Dee’s soft plump lips. They took turns kissing each other’s massive pouts for a moment before Ricardo lifted Dee up nice and easy.

  She was a tall girl, but Ricardo still didn’t seem like he had all that much trouble lifting her, so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck again, working his way all over her chest. He took her to a mostly empty table, pushing a few pieces of paper and empty containers off to the floor. He placed her down on the table and slid the shirt off her shoulders. She lay back gently onto the table, opening her legs to let him get in a bit closer.

  He grabbed her waist, lifting it up a bit as if to inspect the mechanics of her round hips. She pushed her waist out towards him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pulled him in hard and could feel that he was already growing underneath his light white pants. She started to untie them, but instead, he grabbed her hands.

  “Not yet,” he said as quiet as possible. Very mechanical, he got on his knees and slowly peeled off Dee’s bikini bottom. She was self-conscious about her pudgy belly, but Ricardo didn’t seem to mind and immediately wrapped his lips around her clitoris, gently moving his tongue up and down her lips. Dee let out a soft moan to let him know that she was certainly enjoying it.

  He pulled her waist off the table a little bit, allowing her to more easily wrap her legs around his head. He worked his mouth there for a few moments more, Dee getting close to not being able to handle much more of his mouth work.

  She tugged his hair gently, letting him know that it was time to work his way back up. He slowly kissed up her chest, lifting her body gently back onto the table so that she didn’t have to rely on his shoulders anymore to keep her up. She was dripping wet and ready for him to go all the way, but he clearly wanted to continue exploring her body. She reached her hand down to his penis, feeling it throb hard under her hand. He was still wearing his pants, but though she couldn’t see his massive erection, she could tell that it would certainly be large.

  He lowered her top, a part that Dee was dreading. She reminded herself that this man barely knew her. He didn’t know much about Dee’s story at all, so who was he to judge the rest of her body? Clearly, he didn’t mind any of the insecurities Dee had about her body and instead kissed gently all the way down towards her stomach.

  He kept kissing her thighs, seemingly unable to fill his insatiable desire for Dee’s body. No one had explored her figure like that in some time and Dee was soaking up every second. She untied Ricardo’s pants, wanting to return the favor. Instead, he slowly let his pants drop, grabbing his own penis.

  “Spread your legs now,” he told her as she sat up to return the favor. Instead, she listened to what he had to say, laying back down and opening her legs. “Perfect.”

  He slowly placed the tip of his penis gently onto Dee’s clitoris, her entire body trembling. She could feel her own wetness running down the side of her leg, using all her energy and focus to not burst right there.

  He slowly ran the tip down her lips, gently pushing his waist forward into her body. She could feel him hit deep, and he kept his waist thrust hard into hers for a moment before pulling all the way out.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked her. She shook her head. He slowly took his shirt off, Dee keeping her legs spread the entire time. She was still wearing her bikini top, her large breasts pouring over the top. He stepped out of his pants and slid back inside Dee in one quick motion.

  “Come here,” he said, lifting her up while he was still inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and he started to walk back towards the garage door. She squeezed her legs around him hard, but for him to properly carry her, he had to slip out for a moment.

  Still, he carried her the entire time, taking her through the garage door and back into the house. Dee felt so animalistic walking through the yard naked. He opened the door to the home, immediately placing Dee on a couch. He pressed himself flat on top of her, pushing himself back inside as soon as he could.

  “Oh god!” Dee yelled as he started to pound her on the flat couch. She didn’t even know where she was, but she was experiencing the greatest joy she had so far on the entire vacation. “Don’t stop!”

  He gave a few more thrusts, Dee eventually orgasming hard. He started to moan louder and louder, eventually exploding himself. He was quick to pull out, however, finishing on Dee’s stomach. “I’m sorry,” he said as he ran to grab a towel.*****

  He slept so soundly that it was as if he was dead. Dee slipped on her bikini bottoms, grabbing her top and scarf so she could get out of there quickly. She had no idea where the bathroom was, but peeing was certainly the next step. She started to doze off a bit after they both had finished as well, only she made sure not to fall completely asleep. She didn’t want her friends to get worried. She also wanted to make sure that she didn’t have to deal with an awkward goodbye. They had their fun together, but Dee had a late flight planned and wasn’t expecting to stick around.

  She felt a little guilty for her moment of pleasure, but that didn’t mean that she should feel completely bad about what she just did with Ricardo. They were both consenting adults, but part of Dee felt a little strange. She didn’t normally hook up with people like that. During the trip, some of her friends had went home with guys or hooked up in the hotel room, but she wasn’t like that. She was more interested in finding a partner to share memories with and someone that would build her up, making her a bet
ter person. Still, she was only human and couldn’t resist if the opportunity presented itself.

  She looked at her phone. None of her friends had even responded, meaning she could likely meet them at the hotel if they weren’t still laying out on the beach. She had gone out with just a few people she worked with and some of their mutual friends. No one she traveled with could be called her best friend, but they all knew how to have fun together. They weren’t the type of people she would ask if she needed an organ donated, but when it came to vacation and having a memorable time, those girls certainly knew what they were doing.

  She looked around the house, now actually able to get a glimpse of where she just made love to a stranger. It was decorated like a typical Bahamas getaway might be, with mostly floral pictures and décor scattered throughout the massive house. There was plenty of wood and stone, a look that Dee certainly liked, but it still felt a little too high scale to be warm and welcoming. The worst part was that she had peeked in a few doors, still unable to find a bathroom! Finally, she saw a sink through a door at the end of the hallway and sprinted towards it.

  She ran to the bathroom, a luxurious spa with a toilet that probably cost more than her yearly salary. It had two toilets, or one that Dee was pretty sure was a budget, though she couldn’t really know for sure as she hadn’t seen one before. She felt she wasn’t even wealthy enough to use such a nice bathroom, but she had to go, and this was the place to do so. The toilet paper even felt nicer than most of the clothes she had to wear.

  Once Dee finished up in the bathroom, she walked back out to the living room to see Ricardo still sleeping. The sun had passed through the windows in the main living area, making it seem a bit dark. She realized she left her purse in the garage and slipped out of the house without even saying goodbye.

  Dee entered the garage, lights still on from the shoot. She grabbed the rest of her belongings and spotted the camera. She considered deleting the pictures but knew there was no way she’d have any idea how to work the camera. Part of her liked knowing what he was holding on his camera, a mystery only she and him were aware of. She had never posed nude before, not even sending a seductive picture of her body to a boyfriend. It was a foreign concept, but Dee partially regretted not taking her shirt off for him. She remembered looking good in the picture, and if this was the time to get the chance to have a real photographer capture her body in its birthday suit, she should have taken up on the chance.

  No one had ever made her feel as beautiful as he did. It was something she hadn’t felt for a long time. She didn’t really date all too much as she didn’t have the time. Men would hit on her sometimes, but for the most part, she kept her style simple and tried not to attract too much attention. Getting spotted by Ricardo was a rarity that reminded her it felt good to be admired. Part of her wondered if she should leave her number next to the sleeping photographer, but the other part of her said to just walk away and head back to the beach.

  She took one last moment to peek around the garage, not much actually there to offer her insight as to who this man she just spent her time with was. There were a few other photographs spread out, and she thought she may have recognized the designer of the fashion line that Ricardo was shooting for. She didn’t really know her fashion lines that well, however, as most of her clothing came from the discount racks at various stores. His work was no doubt exceptional, especially considering he had managed to make her feel so good. Still, if he was that famous, why didn’t she know him? When she really thought about it, however, she couldn’t really think of any famous photographers.

  She knew the path well back to the main beach. There weren’t many other options. It was clear someone wealthy carved this little spot out of the woods for a retreat just like that. Dee wondered if she would ever be wealthy enough in her life to afford something so incredible. She didn’t even have enough money to own her own home, let alone have a second one in a warm destination. How amazing would it be if she could go back to the same spot once a year, getting a chance to experience a warm and refreshing place compared to the chilly Detroit that she was set to return to.

  The sun was setting now, and she was glad to get the chance to see such a breathtaking view once again. The sun rose and set every single day, but not once was Dee ever bored with the amazing sight. She felt good, relieved, and relaxed on her walk back to the beach. Her friends were still camped out at the same spot, barely aware that their friend had wandered off. What they didn’t realize, however, is that Dee came back a different woman.

  Chapter2

  Dee stood on the porch of Marge Johnson’s house as the cold Michigan air stung her cheeks. Marge’s house was on the east side by the lake, the same area that Dee was born and raised. Her house was small and rundown, but there wasn’t much that Marge could afford to do to really change that. Dee was used to the cold by now as the winter neared the end, but Dee still had trouble adjusting from the warm sun that blessed her body in the Bahamas. She could still feel Ricardo’s hot breath on her neck, his large hands wrapped around her thighs.

  Detroit was certainly not what it used to be. Still, Dee wasn’t afraid to call this place her home. It was familiar, comfortable, and safe. She could have been on vacation for a year and she could still rely on the fact that everything would be the exact same when she returned. For that, she was grateful. It would certainly get dull but having that stability in her life was something that Dee certainly needed. Things didn’t always go as she expected, but the city would always be the same when she got back.

  She hated winters in the Midwest. It only added to the dullness of the monotony of the city. Everything was a shade of gray and when there wasn’t a blanket of snow covering the ground, you could see that everything was dead. There wasn’t any green grass or flowers growing out of the Earth beneath Dee’s feet. There weren’t even any weeds growing through the cracked sidewalk and parking lots. Dee missed the color of the nature at the islands. She was surrounded by vibrant life, and here, she only saw flat land that looked black and white.

  She was just a couple of blocks from her own home on the east side of Detroit by the lake. It was just now 5 A.M., Dee only able to get an inconveniently timed inexpensive flight on her budget. Being out so early in the morning made the cold so much worse. She felt bad for showing up to Marge’s just as the sun was rising, but she was most likely up anyways. She had trouble sleeping most days and would only take short naps here and there. She pulled on the door to see if it was unlocked, knocking again as her legs and arms tensed from being so cold.

  She braved the cold if it meant she got to see her baby. She had missed her three-year-old daughter, Keisha, more than anything else in the world on that trip. It was the longest she’d ever been away from her daughter in her life. She was incredibly excited to see her little girl, even if it meant that she might be sleeping. She stayed well-fed and well-rested when she spent time at Grandma’s house. Dee just wanted to get her girl and go home, but as she saw Marge approaching through the glass pane on the front door, she knew that she’d be in for a longer morning than expected.

  Margaery Johnson was the mother of Oswald Johnson, Keisha’s father. Marge was lonely, and Dee didn’t mind offering her company. She didn’t leave the house much, as she was paranoid about the gang violence in the city, rightfully so. Dee didn’t spend as much time with Marge as she should, but it was hard enough for her to work full time and care for a three-year-old.

  Dee and Ozzie were engaged when he was murdered in a gang fight. Keisha knew that he wasn’t involved with good people, but she had no idea how deep his connections went. After he died, it was like she found out the father of her child was a different person. The man she thought she loved didn’t exist, and the real him was dead. A part of Dee was lost when Ozzie died, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever get it back.

  Ozzie was her only son, Keisha one of the last family members Marge had left. Her daughter wasn’t even two when she lost her father, so Dee didn’t expect
Keisha to have much of an idea of who her father was. Dee had mourned the loss of Ozzie so hard that she missed out on parts of her little girl’s growth and development as well. It wasn’t easy for her to recover. She was still in the mending process as it approached the two-year anniversary of his death. They didn’t have a perfect relationship and she even questioned their engagement on more than one occasion. It still stung a bit every time she looked into Keisha’s eyes knowing that her father wouldn’t ever get to see the same thing Dee saw again.

  She was such a bright little girl that she felt sorry for anyone who didn’t get to see her. Dee’s pregnancy was a bit unexpected, but she was filled with so much love throughout it that when she gave birth to Keisha, she truly felt at peace. She was reminded of that warm feeling whenever she saw her baby girl again.

  Dee wasn’t too worried about how Keisha would turn out with no father. Most of the people in Keisha’s life grew up without a father and they turned out mostly fine, Dee being one of them herself.

  “Come in! Come in!” Marge said as she opened the door to let Dee inside. She was instantly hit with warmth, the radiator blasting. “I just finished cooking you up some breakfast. You must be starving! Airport food is so expensive.”

  “I am actually pretty starving,” Dee lied. She didn’t like to eat that early in the morning, but she couldn’t turn down a breakfast that Marge had spent the morning making. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw her little girl’s bright face, smiling and framed with the same bouncy curls that crowned Dee.

  “My baby!” Dee said, opening her arms towards Keisha. She was small and quiet, but certainly a bright little child. She was rubbing her sleepy eyes, her chubby arms resting on the table. She was sitting at a booster seat, a reality still hard for Dee to grasp. She felt that in just the short week she was on vacation, her little girl looked older.

  “Hi Mommy,” Keisha said with a sleepy voice. She was pretty good at sleeping in the older she got, 5 A.M. being early for the sleepy little girl. Dee gave her daughter a long hug and kiss before sitting down at Marge’s kitchen table next to her.