Prohibited

By: Donnee Patrese

Acknowledgements



First and foremost I would have to begin by thanking my parents. A girl could not have asked for a better mom and dad. I was surrounded by love and patience. I was encouraged to be myself and was taught the strength and courage I needed to survive. Thank you.



I have to thank one of my great friends Janeé. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to edit my book and most importantly give me the encouragement I needed. I have known you for a very long time and you have always been there for me. I can’t say it enough—thank you.



Thank you Morris! Thank you for listening to me and letting me bounce ideas off you. Only select people can put up with my incessant talking and being okay with not getting a word in edgewise.



To my sister-in-law Monique, thank you for editing and helping me to improve my book. Your insight was amazing and you gave advice that I can use for future books. Thanks!



Thank you to my friend Helen. You are a beautiful person inside and out and I made a promise to you that through it all I would not stop writing. I haven’t and I have to thank you for keeping me motivated to follow my dreams.



Thank you to my friend Tilicia. Thank you for all the help and inspiration you give. You do so much and I am not sure if you know how appreciated you are. Thank you.



To my brothers and sisters, thank you for standing by me and supporting me. Thank you. You helped to make this possible.



To my best friend Laura, you mean the world to me. Thank you for editing my book and giving me some much needed constructive criticism. You are more to me than just a friend, a sorority sister and the godmother of my children. You are like a sister and I love you so much. Thank you.



And last, but definitely not least, I have to thank the love of my life, my husband Marcus. You have been here with me from the beginning and through all the craziness and madness. You never failed to love me and support me in ways no one can imagine. You have been my muse and my inspiration. Without you, none of this is possible. I love you madly and will be forever devoted to you.





Prologue




“Beautiful!” He whispered.



I shuddered as he slid his tongue skillfully and sensuously down my earlobe. His hot and wet tongue continued making a path down my neck. My thoughts fragmented as he planted gentle kisses driving me insane.



Electricity shot through my body as his warm and soft lips caressed me. I ran my fingers through his dark silky hair and he moaned with pleasure. I felt him push himself off the bed.



I noticed he was still in his suit.



“You are so fucking beautiful.” He said furiously fighting with his clothes dropping his suit jacket to the floor.



His emerald green eyes never left mine as he wrestled with each article of clothing.



“Your clothes, my sweet, off. Now!” He demanded, throwing his cream-colored shirt onto the floor.



I blindly removed the rest of my clothing and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. He unfastened his belt and whipped it from the loops. I stared at his smooth olive- colored skin reddened by his desire.



My goodness! I have never been so horny or wanted a man so fucking badly in my life. My body was on fire at the thought of tasting him.



I gazed at his lovely form as he tossed his pants over his shoulder. They landed on the lamp across the room. The lamp tilted and crashed onto the chair next to the bed.



His movements were swift as he climbed on the bed in only his boxers and began to help me finish removing the rest of my clothing.



His hands slipped underneath the straps of my bra. My nipples instantly firmed from his sensuous touch. He slid the thin straps from my shoulders reaching behind me to release me from the lacy material.



“So beautiful,” he whispered.



Next, he brought his attention to my panties. He took his time slowly pulling them down my legs. The soft material caressed my thighs and calves as he delicately slid them from my ankles.



After I was completely naked, he slowly removed the rest of his clothing. My body was getting hotter and hotter, threatening to erupt as he slid next to me. He trailed his fingers up and down. They were like paint brushes designing a masterpiece on my body.



I could not get enough of watching him. His lips were firm and sensuous, yet the wrinkles around his mouth and eyes gave away his age. His classically handsome features melted away my sanity.



I was losing control.



I liked losing control.



The champagne haze had me wanting to be so dirty and nasty. I was so ready to be satisfied. At that moment, I felt him pause. He stopped and looked into my eyes.



He sighed.



“What’s wrong?” I asked tenderly.



“Maybe we should not do this.” He said easing off the bed.