Costly Decisions (Book 2 of The Costly Decisions series}

CHAPTER THREE

Victoria leaned back in the cool leather seat as Natasha swiftly maneuvered through the mild, late night traffic. The blended smell of fresh rainfall and the two dime bags of marijuana she had stashed in her purse, filled the car as they cruised through the streets of Staten Island listening to the sweet crooning of Miguel's angelic voice. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into a neighborhood that was familiar to Victoria.

"Oh, wow. I went to the college around the corner from here. I loved walking through this neighborhood because it is always quiet." Victoria said, as they walked towards Natasha's home.

"Isn't it though, I love it! I've never had a problem here." She responded while putting the key in her door.

Victoria couldn't believe she was only seconds away from standing face to face with the man whom successfully brought her to her peak through several of their most intimate chatting sessions.

"I guess the time has come to see if he lives up to the hype." Victoria took one last deep breath before following Natasha into the house.

Once stepping inside, she followed suit behind Natasha as she took off her sneakers. She barely had time to take off her second boot before Vincent came around the corner. A feeling, much like fluttering butterflies on your first day of school; begin to form in the pit of her stomach. Her heart picked up several beats and her throat became dry. This seemed surreal but there he stood; all six feet of him.

A nervous flirtatious smile spread across Victoria's lips as she added a little more switch to her hips while walking towards him.

There they stood, taking in the sight of one another. He was all she'd thought to be and more. He was sporting a low Caesar and a fresh line up. A perfect set of thick, juicy lips complimented his bedroom eyes. Victoria couldn't resist the urge to be held in his arms if even for a short embrace; she extended her arms for a hug. Once wrapped in his arms with her face buried in his chest, the smell of his aftershave and cologne mix caused impure thoughts to flow through her mind. Visions of her legs wrapped around his waist as he repeated a combination of long, deep strokes into her carnal dwellings mid-air; made her knees slightly buckle.

He didn't miss a beat and was there to catch her, holding her firm against his solid frame. With their bodies so closely connected, the sexual tension could be felt miles away. She felt him stiffen against her mid-section and her juices began to pool from anticipation. Locking eyes with one another, he slowly pulled away.

"It's good to see you too," he said with a slight snicker and sly grin.

"Yes, it is nice to finally meet the infamous Mr. Acosta. I think I'm a little star struck." she replied sarcastically with a grin of her own.

He gently grabbed her hand and led her into the plush carpeted living room.

She knew he sensed the slight hesitation and resistance in her body when he tugged at her to have a seat. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. Though his lap was a place she'd love to be, doing some very adult things; she hadn't gotten the chance to securely take off her padded ass! She couldn't risk the chance of him feeling on her backside prematurely. She quickly popped up and sat alongside him on the love-seat. The unsettledness of her actions caused him to look at her cautiously. She smiled a wary yet assuring smile, in attempt to reassure him that everything was okay.

"Yo, you alright ma?" he asked still looking at her suspiciously.

"Yes, I'm fine." she nervously laughed as she adjusted herself.