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“Sweetheart, these ladies are here to make you look even more beautiful than you are now. I have two nail technicians, a hairstylist, and the owner of Gabriella, the dress shop where women from all over St. Lucia come to buy her fashion, so I’ve been told,” Linden stated.

The ladies entered the suite, each loaded down with their equipment and dresses.

“I’ll let you ladies get to work,” he said, easing out of the room.

“Linden,” Shay called out to him, before he reached the bedroom door.

“Yes, sweetheart, what is it?”

“I’ll never forget this!”

“You can thank me later after the jazz festival,” he whispered with a sexy tone in his voice. The wicked gleam in his eyes told her a simple kiss would not be enough.

“You have a date, Mr. Stewart.”

He walked into the bedroom with a big grin on his face.

“Ma’am, we don’t have much time. Your husband is taking you to the concert, tonight?” Celia, the nail technician happily asked, after introducing herself.

“Yes!”

“You want to dazzle him, tonight?” Renee inquired.

“I want to look my best,” Shay said, but she didn’t reveal to the ladies that Linden wasn’t her husband.

While Celia worked on her hands, Teresa worked on her toes, and Renee who introduced herself as the owner of Gabriella, showed Shay all colors and style of dresses to wear.

She finally selected a coral, fitted, sheath dress because it was elegant, and it accentuated her curves. She had a pair of sandals and handbag that would match the dress perfectly in her suitcase. That climb up Petit Piton Mountain yesterday added a glowing color to her already sun-kissed, caramel complexion.

“Ma’am, you’ve selected the perfect dress for your body. I’ll take it down to the shop to be pressed, and now Sofia is ready to whip your hair into something wonderful.”

Chapter Five

Linden, clad in black pants and a coral shirt, stood beside the chauffeured Lincoln Town Car he hired for the evening, awaiting Shay. She wanted to surprise him, so she forced him to dress in the living room. Then she banished him from his suite.

Shay stepped out of the resort an hour later looking elegant in a coral sheath. Her ebony curls were piled on top of her
head,
and ringlets of curls graced her forehead and her nape. Her makeup was a minimal, green liner under her eyes, two coats of ebony mascara on her already long straight eyelashes, blush on her cheeks, and on her lips she wore ruby-red lipstick. She wore a simple gold rope necklace. Diamond-cut, gold, one-inch, earrings dangled from her ears.

Shay sashayed over to Linden, smiling at his handsome appearance.

Linden’s shirt not only matched her sheath, it called attention to his newly golden tan. His grin was irresistibly. He was devastatingly attractive, tonight. She was almost tempted to skip the jazz festival, drag him into his suite, strip him down to his birthday suit, and jump his bones. But she wanted to see Anita Baker and
Najee
perform, so she got into the awaiting car.

Linden slid in besides her, the driver started the engine, and they rode down that mountain heading toward the concert. Shay slid into his arms and threaded her fingers through his thick hair.

“Where did you get that shirt, Linden?”

“Renee told me it would match your dress. So, I purchased it.”

“We’re looking like this was perfectly arranged,” Shay cooed into his ear.

Linden kissed Shay’s lips, tasting strawberry from her lip gloss. He wanted a deeper taste from those sweet lips of hers.


Mmm
, why don’t we go back to my suite?”


Absolutely
not, Mr. Linden David Stewart!”

“Then, I suggest you don’t sit too close to me. Otherwise, I’ll take you
right
here in this car,” Linden groaned. Deeply aroused, he threaded his fingers through his hair. He still had to make it through the jazz concert.

Shay’s eyes slid down to the seat of his pants and noticed his arousal there.


Down boy
, I promise to take care of you, tonight,” she said, and she licked her lips.

Linden’s eyes filled with desire. Shay moved away from him and sat on the opposite side of the car, fanning herself with her purse.

§

 

The audience was hyped, clapping, and swaying to the beat of Air Supply. Linden and Shay sat in the fifth row, in the middle tier of an amphitheater—an oval arena set up on Pigeon Island—in the middle of the park. They were among thousands of people of all ethnic backgrounds. It was obvious that Linden must have paid good money for those seats. There were people in VIP tents watching the concert on monitors, and others sprawled on the grass on blankets just listening to the show. However, Linden and Shay had practically front row seats. The sound system was impressive, and Shay couldn’t hear a word Linden had said to her in the last few minutes. She pointed to her ears and shook her head to let him know she couldn’t hear him.

Linden shook his head in acknowledgment that Shay couldn’t possibly hear him over the music. He grabbed her right hand and kissed her palm.

A gentle
moan
of passion escaped her lips. That kiss on her palm sent a flame straight down to her femininity. Shay stared into his eyes until the crowd roared again, and her eyes returned to the stage.

Michael Bolton took center stage with a medley of some of his greatest hits. He wooed the women in the crowd with his signature song, “When
A Man Loves A
Woman.” His tenor voice belted through the speakers. The St. Lucian natives shouted with pride when he concluded with a reggae piece, “Said I Loved
You…
But I lied.” They sang with him and danced to the beat of the drums.

The highlight of the festival for Shay was when Anita Baker graced the stage. She looked stunning in an elegant but simple black sleeveless jumpsuit and her fierce, sassy short haircut. Diamond stud earrings sparkled on her ears.

Anita serenaded the audience for over an hour with the melodies of her romantic songs. She began with “Sweet Love,” “Caught
Up In The
Rapture,” “You Belong To Me,” and ended her first set with “Giving You The Best That I Got.” The crowd wouldn’t let her leave, so she came back onstage and sang “You Bring Me Joy,” “Fairy Tales,” and “Body and Soul.”

Shay and Linden, along with the other couples, swayed to her strong, supple alto voice as Anita created a cocoon of love flowing all around them. The crowd was hyped, and when Anita tried to leave the stage for a second time, they gave a thunderous applause and cried out for more.

A gracious, Baker, came back onstage for an encore, and she called Dionne Warwick and Angie Stone to join her. Together, they sang more of her classic songs. Tears slid down Shay’s cheeks because she would never forget this moment with Linden.

The jazz explosion consisting of
Najee
, Alex
Bugnon
,
Nick
Colionne
&
Ledisi
joined them and their performance was awesome. It took Shay’s breath away. Shay took off her three-inch sandals, and dance with the audience to “Touch of Heaven,” “
Betcha
Don’t Know,” and “Now That I’ve Found You.”

Linden stood back, and watched Shay’s ass sensuously gyrate to the music. He fantasized about all of the positions he intended to incorporate in his making love to her later that night.

§

 

Hours later, winding down after the jazz festival, Linden lay in bed waiting for Shay to give him his special treat. He lay on his back with his legs spread wide apart stroking his rapidly growing erection.

If she didn’t get in there soon, he’ll burst,
he thought.

“Shay!”

“Be patient…I’m coming!”

“Sweetheart, I’m
cumming
…without you!” He groaned as pre-cum ejaculated from the head of his very ready cock.

Shay, clad in a red lace teddy sashayed into the bedroom with a soup bowl in her hands.

“Hey! Stop that,” she complained. Her lips drooped sensuously at each corner.


I’m
supposed to be doing that.”

She slapped his hands and immediately drizzled something warm—a white, milky substance—all over Linden’s stomach. It oozed down his flat abs, collected on the head of his swollen manhood, and slid down both of his thighs.

“What the
hell?
” Linden tried to bolt out of bed, but Shay’s palms pressed against his chest, and held him in place.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Linden.”

“What have you done?”

“It’s white-chocolate, and I’m going to lick every drop, Mr. Stewart.” Her voice managed to sound even sexier than normal. “So, lie back, close your eyes, and enjoy your treat.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy, Shay!”

“Did I tell you how much I enjoyed tonight?”


Mmm
,” he said, after swiping his thumb across the head of his sex. He sucked off every drop of the chocolate. “White chocolate—like me,” Linden said, just above a whisper.

“White boy…you’re the first to sample my body.”

“I’ll be your
only
white boy to dip into your milk chocolate,” he said, adamantly.

Shay placed the bowl on the nightstand and smiled down at her handiwork.

“You’re getting a little
possessive
, Linden.”

“And you’ve kept me waiting long enough, Shay. Finish this!”

“Did your mother ever tell you that you need to buy some patience?”


All
the time.”
His grin was irresistible.

What a charmer
, she thought.

Meticulously, Shay’s tongue skimmed over his skin like hot-liquid-fire. Her sweet tongue slid up one thigh, then the other, greedily licking up the white chocolate. She left his pulsating sex for last, licking all sides at first, and slid under to collect the chocolate covering his balls.

§

 

Shay’s tongue was driving Linden crazy. He nearly bolted off the bed when her tongue lapped at his sensitive balls. Her fingers were very gentle, but he’d never allowed any women to handle his family jewels—his lifeline. Then, she deep throated as much as she could capture of his erect cock. Her teeth were gentle; yet, it scraped his flesh one minute, and massaged him the next.

“S-h-a-y!” he groaned.

Linden’s body bucked against the mattress. His fingers threaded through her elegant coiffure as he rode his orgasm. By his second orgasm, the pins from Shay’s hair had tumbled out, one-by-one, falling onto the bed and the floor. Looking sexy as all hell, her hair tumbled down her silky shoulders, and her lips were swollen from sucking him.

Shay fell across his hips trying to regain her breath. Deeply, she breathed in until her eyes swept across Linden’s moist body. She couldn’t believe he was still aroused. His sex expanded right before her eyes once again.

That man’s cock is never flaccid,
she thought.

In the blink of an eye, Linden peeled off Shay’s damp teddy. He nudged her on her back, and his knees spread her thighs apart to accommodate him.

His eyes scanned down her alluring body. How did he find this stunning, passionate treasure?

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