Ace( They Love Em Thick Book 1)

Chapter Twelve

If Kenya was trying to hide the fact that she was shocked she wasnt doing a very good job at it. The fact of the matter was that she truly was shocked. There she was dressed in boots and shorts with a shirt that was a crop top, something she wouldnt have worn but he had bought and proclaimed was the best clothes for what they were about to do. Before her were two four wheelers and a helmet. He approached her still form.

"Do you wanna take one or do you wanna ride behind me? Either one is fine." He smiled.

"How about neither. Are you trying to make me break my neck?" She asked astonished. He chuckled while placing a groping smack on her behind.  She yelped from the shocked and sent a glare after his laughing form. "Come on. What are you chicken?"

"Bock bock." She clucked, flapping her folded arms like wings before folding them across her chest.

He shook his head and smiled a cheeky smile. She took a step back on guard. "Come on baby." He spoke. The nickname taking her by surprise and turning her inside to mush. "My darling  snookums. " He continued. She recoiled.

"Don't ever call me snookums." She said with mock disgust. He laughed and held a hand out for her.

"Of course my queen. My beautiful goddess" He said. That was the one. She was putty in his hands.  Her body purred and a little tingle traveled from her ear to her navel. Heart  thundering, drowning out the caution and reason on her head.her teeth tugged st her bottom lip before she closed her eyes. Her shoulders dropping in resignation.

"If I get mud in my hair not only are you helping me wash it but you are going to pay for my appointment. " She threatened.

"I wouldn't have it any other way my queen." He smiled. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the helmet before hopping on the bike. She could do this. It was just like driving a motorcycle.  Only thing was She had never driven a motorcycle in her life.

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Kenya hummed with her eyes closed as strong finger tips massaged her scalp. She looked at the mirror and smiled. Ace had on a  focused look on his face. Her mind went to the events of the day.

The place they were was huge and wooded with fun trails. Great for mudbiking. She hadn't gotten her hair wet persay but the sweat was a problem. Still Axe had offered to wash her hair of the sweat and pollen that most likely clung to the strands. She had spent twenty minutes teaching him about a black woman's hair, shocked that he cared. It touched her deeply and made her scared all at once. No man had taken the time to even ask about her routine let alone learn it. But he had. He had actually listened and reciprocated.

It was becoming increasingly  hard to simply count this as a fling. And she hated it but she was catching feelings. Something she knew she shouldn't do. But the heart wants what it wants. Still, this was.....hopeless? Irrational? Wrong? He was her boss. There was a name that many called women who slept with their bosses. And she didn't like the implication of that name. But she shouldn't care. However it was hard to not care. They should end this. She resolved. They shouldn't continue. It's only going to end in heart ache and screaming. Her body  jerked and electricity shot right to her chest before moving down south and stayed there to warm.

"You looked as if your thoughts were taking you to a dark place. So I thought a message would be good to help you losen up." Ace replied noticing the dark look that crossed her face not replaced with darkening eyes and flushed cheeks.  His thumb circled a nipple, not touching but simply circling. The action caused more pleasure to rocket through Kenya in rapid little bursts.

"Stop." Her voice came out breathy and was chased with a moan the same time he applied pressure. He leaned against her ear his breath starting to accelerate and brush against her ear. A nother tremor Rocked her body.