It's a guy's night out this chapter and Terrell is dead set in putting as much women in front of Justin's face as possible. Too bad, none of them will do. But the night is still young And date is feeling frisky. ;-D

Damn. Fuck. Damn.

Justin turned around, breathed out a breath in frustration and watched from the corner of his eye, as Sharon jumped out of his arms as if he was some leper.

Worse, his cock was so hard and painful than having blue balls. He'd so badly wanted to be in Sharon. And he knew that she wanted the same. Still, he at least wanted to let her make the choice before they went any further.

Now instead of getting an answer and relief to what he knew they both needed, he was overwhelmed by a tsunami of raging libido and jealousy, battling each other for supremacy as it thundered through his veins.

Who the fuck was Darius?

Justin saw red as something indistinct and foreign clouded his mind. The urge to find this Darious guy- and what kind of fucking name is Darius anyways?- cut him up like Dexter and dump his body in the ocean soon consumed him.

Just the thought of him or any man touching his Sharon...Just shook his head. She wasn't his Sharon. Well, not yet. But if she felt what he'd felt, she'd be exactly where she was meant to soon enough. Underneath him, legs spread wide and screaming his name.

Until then, he'll back off a bit, play nice and back off from the cave man tactics. Though he'd have to admit early man had the right idea. It'd got him one of the most amazing, sizzling kiss of his life.

Justin exhaled slowly, turned around and walked across the room to greet Kim. He watched amused and aroused at Sharon's lips opening and closing, speechless at his approach.

"Hi." Justin held out his hand and tried to stop thinking about her mouth. "I'm Just-"

"Justin Boyd." He shivered at the smile splitting her face and wondered who she reminded him of. This woman couldn't be underestimated at all thought Justin. "Yeah I know."

Oh? Really?

He glanced at Sharon. She looked back at him, all cool and frost, like what happened between them a few minutes ago didn't matter at all. He'd believed it too if her ears weren't a lovely red, like ripe strawberries. A blast of lust punched him in the stomach. He wanted to lick them. Bite them. Find out how loud it'll make her moan. How wet it'll make her. The treasure to making sure she experience the greatest pleasure.

Sharon shuddered and crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her beaded nipples ready to pop twin, tiny holes through her buttoned shirt. Too late, thought Justin with a satisfied smirk. She wasn't as unaffected as she'd pretended to be.

Kim led him and exclaimed over the food he brought. Wary of him Sharon kept her distance by going back to her desk. But Kim sat them both to where she still had full view of them. Him in the middle, in front and directly in Sharon's line of sight. While she sat at the foot of the couch, her head swerving side to side like she was watching a tennis match more intense than Venus versus Serena.

"So." Kim winked at him. "I didn't know you were joining us for lunch."

Sharon mumbled something under her breath but Justin ignored her. He just realized why Kim looked so familiar. It was the smile, wide and showing pretty white teeth, that failed to hide the trickster behind it. He have to tread carefully with this one. Just like bro's over hoe's, he knew women operated by the same code just as fiercely. He had to make a good impression and avoid any future cock blocking. And having her catch him mauling her friend probably put a strike against him.

"Well I did kinda made an appointment. Much to Sharon's surprise I guess since she expected you and not me."

"Hmm." Kim nodded her assent. "And a good surprise too. I swear, I tell that girl all the time how she needs to get some, you know? Some swing from the chandelier shit. Granted there's none in here. But I'm glad she finally decided to listen to me."

Justin's mouth dropped open. He thought he was going to get the third degree. Instead, from how it sounded like, she was praising him for getting her girl hot and bothered? He liked this woman.

He glanced over at Sharon. Her face wore a matching look of shock, no horror, that was probably stamped across his a few seconds ago.

"Kim!"

"What?" Eyes focused on him, raised eyebrow and somehow smiling even wider than before, like a bow ready to let loose her arrow, she continued saying, "From what I saw a few minutes ago, seems to me as if he's the man for the job. Aren't you?"

"Oh my god," groaned Sharon, planting her face in her hands.

He really likes this woman, thought Justin, before he bellowed out in laughter. Kim joined with him, pealing like the sneaky cat she was. One who still had a couple of more arrows to shoot at their expense.

Feeling bad for his part in putting Sharon in the spot, he reached over and started unpacking the take out food. "Alright. Since we're all here for lunch, let's eat. Sharon mentioned it was her favorite."

Kim snorted, knowing exactly what he was doing, but took his cue to stop the teasing. Somewhat. They spent the rest of the short meal with Sharon constantly interrupting and redirecting the conversation away from her childhood stories before her family moved to D.C.

Soon he was being kicked out of her office like a misbehaving student being sent to the principal's office. Dodging Kim's apparent attempts to get his phone number. Chuckling at their antics, which reminded him of his own friendship with Terrell, Justin managed to sneak in a kiss on her cheek. She stilled when he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Lovers? Yes? No? Or maybe?"

In a teasing mood, Justin went one step further and flicked her ear with his tongue.

The last thing he saw before the door slammed into his face was the flush of her skin and the rapid pulse in her neck.

Damn. The woman was fine.

***

Before he knew it, Terrell was driving Justin's car hours later. He'd rather stayed home and think of how he can seduce the sexy therapist. He was sure that Kim would gladly help him out but he felt it in his bones that she was not someone he'd want to owe a favor to.

Instead, as promised and because Terrell needed this as much as him, Justin followed the master of ceremonies of the night's festivities- as he called himself- as if he was the Pied Piper. Terrell designated himself to play chauffeur. And ensure that Justin got drunk and laid, but not in that order. Neither he wanted to do, except for the latter, and only if the woman was the same one that's been plaguing his thoughts lately.

Terrell's plan was to hit up The Lounge in Chocolate City, which had the hottest women in the DMV flocking to, right after they hang out, chill and eat at restaurant around Dupont Circle.

Four hours flew by in minutes and they were being ushered passed the bouncer without having to wait in line. It was only ten o'clock, the doors just opened so the atmosphere was really mellow. But soon it was hopping, bodies everywhere. Most of them soft, curvy or slim, tall or short. Vanilla, chocolate or pistachio, Terrell called them over, sliding more than half over to him while he took the rest.

But they didn't do a thing for him. Some he found interesting and funny, but his heart wasn't in it. Most of the night was just him pretending that he was enjoying himself. But that seemed to make it worse. As Terrell redoubled his efforts. It was nearing 1am when Justin was close to telling Terrell that he was calling it a night. And would leave, with or without him, when he spotted the sexiest woman he'd seen all night.

Sharon.

Damn. Fate must be fucking with him. After deciding to pull back from pushing her buttons to inferno, and gladly suffer from the third degree burns, of all the clubs in D.C., she had to walk into this one. Looking angelically sinful in an ice blue dress, baring her creamy back through stringy criss-crossed straps. Pulled unwillingly through the throngs of people, her hips swaying in a natural carnal dance to Usher's OMG.

Let me love you down. Yeah, that's exactly what he wanted to do but he couldn't afford to have his goddess in blue get all Elsa on him. He wanted her heat, the fire she kept hidden but allowed to combust when she was in his arms. But somehow, he didn't think she was up for two combustions in one day.

He devoured her profile. Unfortunately he wasn't the only one salivating over her. He clocked several men, their eyes gleaming with thoughts, probably the same as him. Thoughts no one but him had the right to think of her. Ones that that he'll turn into reality. Soon.

For now they can only look. Anything more and he'll pluck them by their puny arms and fling them across the room like the Hulk. In the meantime he can only look too.

Mine.

Justin was so entranced that he hadn't noticed Terrell was talking to him.

"Yo," demanded Terrell. "What happened to you?"

"Huh," answered a still dazed Justin. He looked back to Terrell and almost laughed at his upset face. In a way he had to thank him. His plan to live it up led him to seeing Sharon again.

"I've been luring hunnies all night for you and nothing. You just sit there dead. Now you all staring into space. Tonight's supposed to be like Bachelor Party. Not 40 Year Old Virgin."

"Sorry man." He glanced back to where he last saw Sharon. "Just saw someone..."

Terrell turned around and followed his blazing trail of lust and whistled. "If that's how she looks from her back, what about her front?"

He swiveled his head back, nodded towards Sharon and asked, "She what your want?"

Hell yeah, thought Justin. Which must've shown on his face because before he could deny or confirm, Terrell smiled, jumped up and said 'I got this' over his shoulder and disappeared amongst the gyrating bodies.

Nervous energy flooded him as he waited. The seconds he was away felt like days. The minutes like decades, until Justin felt like Rip Van Winkle and was surprised he hadn't grown a long, scraggly, grey beard down to his knees, when finally an agitated Terrell returned. Disturbingly alone.

Justin cranes his neck but nothing. No goddess in blue had followed him back.

Justin eyebrow arched as Terrell knocked back the rest of Justin drink and muttered, "Crazy bitch."

"What happened to you?"

"Ran into this crazy cock blocker friend of hers. She wouldn't let me near the woman. Sorry brah."

"Nah, it's alright," shrugged Justin.

"It ain't," pressed Terrell. "I promised you the time of your life. And I failed. Because of some defensive lineman woman."

Justin nearly choked with laughter at the description. It didn't sound as if she came with her friend Kim. Or was Kim somewhere else and they were with another friend. "Was she that huge?"

"I wish." Terrell shook his head vehemently, leaned over and said, "I understand if she was Chyna huge. But the woman's this slim thing. And she made me feel that she can do a pile driver on me. Me!"

Justin laughed. Holding his sides, he gasped, "You were scared off? You who was nicknamed panty dropper in college."

"Go ahead. Laugh" Terrell picked up his drink and guzzled down every last drop. "That one was un-panty droppable. And don't you dare tell anyone-"

"That you ran like a bitch from a woman?" Justin chuckled to himself. It had to be Kim. He only met her today and he had an inkling that the woman was all kinds of scary. Unfiltered too, so he can imagine what she might've said to blow Terrell off. And women didn't usually ignore him.

"No. It was a tactical retreat."

"Yeah, yeah." Not wanting to run the risk of running into Sharon and possibly ruining what sounded like a girls only night out, Justin rose from his seat. "You're catching. And I'm not biting. Let's call it a night."

"But..."

"Mind if we join you," purred a sweet voice, sending danger warning tingles down his back. Heart racing, as he knew that voice, he just heard it teasing him and Sharon this afternoon, he stilled and looked up.

He faintly heard Terrell splutter but didn't care. It didn't matter if Terrell had 'failed.' The goddess in blue came to him herself.

Last chapter Justin meant to back off and give Sharon some breathing room before trying his seduction again. But what's a man to do when fate decides to practically drop her in lap? This time the ball's in Sharon's court. Will she continue to let her past relationship with him as an excuse to deny what she wants? Or will she surrender and put them both out of their sexually frustrated miseries?

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