BWWM Romance: Crossing The Line: Interracial Romance / Wealthy Love Interest Read Online Free PDF

rolled her head to the side. "Mmm," she hummed, reveling in the feel of his fingers on her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself imagine the two of them naked in her bed.
    "You know . . . the art isn't going to get up and walk away," he said.
    "No," Shawna said, turning around. She draped her arms around his neck. Virgil pulled her body against his and rested his forehead against hers. "We should go."
    "Or we could fuck and then go."
    "What is the foundation of this relationship exactly?"
    "Fucking, fast food, and the occasional intellectual activity. I got us tickets to the ballet, by the way."
    Shawna laughed and led Virgil to the door and he whimpered. "But that bed looks so nice."
    She let her eyelids drop to half mast. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
    "Yes, ma'am!"
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    S hawna regretted not taking the opportunity to change clothes while she had the chance. Although she was used to getting funny looks from people, the stares and glares were so intense that she found it hard to concentrate. Sensing her discomfort, Virgil tucked her into his trench coat.
    "Sorry," she said.
    "Don't worry about it."
    When she got the chance, she ducked into the museum's bathroom and re-did her makeup, removing the dark lipstick and lightening the shadow on her eyes. She wished that she had brought a different outfit. The tiny, white dress proved to be too tiny; she found herself constantly yanking it down even after she had Virgil's coat.
    They made it through two floors before her high heels began destroying the bottoms of her feet.
    "This is a total disaster. I'm so sorry," Shawna said, plopping down on a bench. Virgil sat next to her and pulled her burning feet into his lap. Removing her killer shoes, he massaged everywhere that hurt, including her ankles and calves.
    "Let me see my phone and those headphones in my breast pocket," he said. Virgil turned on a radio tuner and scooted closer to Shawna until her knees lay across his lap. He gave her one of the earbuds and they listened to the museum tour, while the other patrons milled around them. Even though they still stared, Shawna felt warm and protected in Virgil's arms. The death stare he shot back helped also.
    He tucked his hand into the inside of her thigh and stroked her inner knee with his middle finger.
    "I'm so--"
    "Stop apologizing," he said. "You haven't done anything wrong."
    "Thanks for not giving up on me."
    Virgil pulled Shawna until she sat completely in his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Resting his chin against her shoulder, he sighed. "Hey, that's my line."
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    V irgil tuned his guitar . He still smelled Shawna on his skin and tasted her on his lips. Everything about her translated into lyrics. She made him want to sing, which was something he hadn't wanted to do for a very long time. Even though the last date didn't end with him inside of her, he couldn't help but fantasize about her legs wrapped around his waist as she called out his name. She was so soft, so sweet. He chewed on his guitar pick and played the electric tone again, plucking at his strings until they matched the sound.
    He didn't know exactly what he expected. The only thing he saw was that she was absolutely beautiful and he knew he was going to do any and everything in his power to make her his. Although he was a little disappointed at the lack of dramatics, Virgil was happy with the result. Shawna surprised him with her delicate, sensitive nature. His vision of a black woman was a strong, domineering, loud and vibrant personality. Shawna was vibrant, but in a subtle way that snuck up on him when he least expected it. Virgil needed a woman with mystery, and Shawna had that, but not in a femme fatale kind of way; she had something far more rare. Her depths needed no veils and charms, no come-ons. She was the real thing. She thrilled him like no woman before her and every time he left her, he was hungry for more.
    Virgil put on his headphones and turned the volume up. Power bass and