Enjoying Mr. Hardwood

By Christine Gray

MJ should have know she couldn't love this man and leave him. It was something about his touch that sent her up in flames. His turquoise eyes gave a promise of satisfaction that created a fear that she should have listened to. No, MJ thought when she walked away the mysterious Mr. Hardwood would be reduced to a man that she would conjure up in the darkness. However, their time of lust over 9 years ago left a lasting mark.

When Mr. Hardwood lays his gaze upon MJ years later, he's shocked by what he sees. Now more than ever, he's hell bent to make MJ his, no matter the cost. However, will the price be too damn high when he realizes MJ is a lot more than what she seems?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christine Gray
• Release date: Dec 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223291909

Christine Gray

Christine Gray is an author, publisher, and entrepreneur. Beginning her career under the pen name, Sapphire, her list of books include Don't Tell My Husband, One of a Kind Love, Sweet Obsessions, the paranormal series, Relentless; A Vampire King's Desire, and many more. Christine Gray is a very creative writer that's heating up the Interracial Romance scene with her talent for creating books that pull her readers into the story, allowing them to experience every emotion. Her gift for original story lines laced with mystery, humor and erotic moments combined with strong women, and devilishly handsome men, has brought her a large fan base since her start in fall 2014 with Royalty Publishing House. Now as a CEO of After Hours Publications, it's her desire to push the boundaries of the Lit world by offer stories in the Paranormal, Erotica, and Historical Fiction, even Sci-Fi genres which are areas that many African American characters aren't featured.

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A Novel By,

CHRISTINE GRAY

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 17+

ENJOYING MR. HARDWOOD is revised with over 20,000 words added to create one sexy, drama filled, at times hilarious read that I hope you are going to enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

MJ

L et’s go back to the room.

I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my dark plum, glossed lips due to his heated whisper. Slowly, I turn my head. All I could see was his handsome face blocking out the entire dining room. To be honest, I had been thinking the same damn thing. The couple that we had been paired with were annoying as hell. If I had to listen to the potbellied man try to brag about his wonderful, successful life one more time, I’m forking his ass.

In ten, I whisper back.

Shit, he groans.

Laughter bubbles up out of my lips. The dim lights within the hall signal that we were going to have to table things for the next three minutes. Maybe even longer, due to this being the last of the seven-day cruise. I settle back in my chair as our exit route was flooded with the waiting staff that was making ready for their last performance of the trip. Stirring my mojito, I take a long swig to calm my nerves.

I was going to hate leaving tomorrow. I felt so satisfied that I couldn’t be too sad. I was going to have a lifetime of memories to sustain me, thanks to the man whose hand was currently working his way up my leg. I sigh and shift in my chair to make way for his large hand. I wish I could thank this man with more than my willingness to take his large, hard dick in a variety of ways over these few days. His cock was so damn good that I named him, Mr. Hardwood, jokingly.

In his next breath he replied, Your code name will be Ms. Juicy.

I didn’t have to ask him to explain why. Just the deep tenor of his voice as he spoke was enough to cause my cunt to moisten. That’s the way I wanted it, and he didn’t seem to mind either. Just a no-strings-attached, free fuck, thousands of miles away from my real life to make what’s awaiting me to be easier.

I think every woman dreams at least once to have a lustful affair with a walking god. I’m doing it. The fact that it happened I know will still amaze me years later, and with such a handsome man, too. Devine will! It had to be the reason. I had glimpsed him on the day we boarded. Even then, it took the air blowing into my gaping mouth to cause it to dry out to remind me to close it.  No kidding. The man is breathtaking, and nothing like what I’ve dated in the past.

His stride was purposeful. Tall, olive skin taut over a body of muscles and ripples. His hair was cut low on the side and back, while it fell over his forehead to block his eyes from me. I couldn’t look away. I feasted greedily on his image, till he shocked the shit out of me. Suddenly, he turned as if he felt the heat of my eyes. I don’t know why mine though when there were women and men giving him all their attention. Yet, it was my gaze that he locked with.

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach to be beaten to death by the millions of butterflies that were fluttering.

Holy shit, I had sighed.

Nothing is holy about that, sugar. That’s every flavor of sin, the woman standing next to me that was following him as I was had whispered.

She was absolutely right. There was no fucking reason for a man who was built and looked like him to be walking this Earth if he wasn’t created to commit all manners of sins. Even his eyes were a stunning turquoise color that shined wickedly in his dark complexion.

Shaking myself from his tractor beam eyes, I glanced away almost heartbroken.

That’s out of my reach, I said to the group of ladies before I strolled away for the check-in desk.  

Never in a million years would I have thought that the same man was now, in this moment, making use of his command given earlier to come to dinner without panties. Bliss...that’s what this was. Pure bliss was what Mr. Hardwood was. I lowered my eyelids in hopes of keeping the lust from being so obvious on my face. Strong fingers with just the right amount of force penetrated me under the table.

Control your breathing, Mr. Hardwood whispered.

Glancing over, it shocked me that he was able to finger fuck me the way he was and not show any hint in his demeanor. On cue, his deep, smooth voice sang along with the rest of the hundreds of people in the crowded room. Suddenly, I experienced the freest feeling. The feeling of, I don’t give a fuck. To be honest, it was a way of thinking that I had been indulging more and more in while being in this stranger’s presence.

I quickly pushed the melancholy of wondering how the hell I was going to go back home to face a future without this man. I mean, I’m being stupid right now. I was the one that made the rules of no ties, no names during, and no contact afterwards. The seven days was just for fun, to get what I wasn’t getting, and God knows I won’t be getting it once I got home.  No, I can secretly cry a river over the passion, the lust, and one hell of a lover later. Right now, I wanted him.

I wanna suck your dick, so bad, I moaned as I brushed my lips against his.

In the dim lighting, I could make out his eyes widening at my admission.

I thought that was one of the Don’ts, Baby Girl.

Think of it as a going away present, I smirked.

Mr. Hardwood traced the bottom of my full lip with his thumb in deep thought. I knew exactly where his mind was. He was imaging gagging me with his thick dick.

Mmmm, your mouth is so small, MJ. Can it all fit?

A shiver ran up my spine. That’s another thing I’ve grown to enjoy with Mr. Hardwood. The games. These games that he likes to play that seemed to take me on a high. He had warned me that he liked to be in control from day one. He had said that he liked a lady in the street, but a filthy bitch in bedroom. Of course, I was all for that shit. I just didn’t realize how wonderfully, filthy Mr. Hardwood was capable of being. The entire time we have been on the trip, I gave in to his every whelm. However, tonight, I was going to prove to him that he wasn’t the only one with a dirty streak.

Gagging is half the fun.

He went still at my response. He narrows his eyes to give me a hard stare. I’ve seen that expression before. I knew what it meant. Taking it further, I place my hand on the mound that is his engorged dick. Applying pressure, I squeeze his blood-filled cock. As if he needed to grab hold to keep from sinking, his hand seizes my arm to warn me not to tease if I can’t back it up.

As a sign of good faith, of my determination, I remove his hand from between my legs. I hold his gaze every step of the way while I bring his glistening fingers to my face. I breathe heavily of my scent. His lips part, slightly as my intention blooms in his mind.

MR. HARDWOOD

I’m so fucking hard right now. My balls feel as if they are ready to explode. Ms. Juicy is a great lay, but this shit wasn’t something I was expecting from her. I don’t know if I’m mad at the fact that she waited till the last damn night to show her wickedness. I can’t look away. Then again, why would I? I’m holding my breath at this point. The space between my fingers and her mouth was so small, so why the hell did it feel like forever? At last, the tips of my fingers can feel the heat of her breath.

The air leaves my lungs at the sight of her tongue emerging to taste her nectar. The tips of my fingers disappeared into her mouth for her to suckle hard.

Fuck it, I grunt, getting to my feet.

I stood so quickly that the chair fell back to the floor. I need this woman, now. Everything within me was screaming out for me to destroy her. Without a spoken word, MJ slipped from her chair to stand. She comes close enough to make sure that her body brushes mine. I smile. Where did this sexy tease come from? I see that she chose to let me dominate her. No doubt it was therapeutic for her to do so. Whatever. I can analyze this woman later.

Moving to the side, I nod for her to walk ahead of me. Like a gentleman, I clasp my hands behind my back. They are itching to touch her, but I won’t give in. If I do, I know I’m done. As a fact, I slow my steps to let her get a lead way in front of me. On the elevator, even though we are the only passengers, I lean on the wall on the other side of the lift. I allow just my eyes to caress her shapely body.

I marvel over the fact that this woman hides so much under her calm exterior. At first glance, it’s her