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Mahogany and Jarron have a loving, solid, committed relationship…until it’s time to play. When Mahogany throws out a sexy fantasy to her boyfriend, she never thinks he’ll take her up on the challenge. During dinner at their favorite Argentinean restaurant, she’s more than ready to prove her doubting boyfriend wrong as she takes a seductive twirl on the dance floor with a hot, young waiter. It’s a night the two of them will never forget.
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Jarron helps me out of the car and gives the valet his key.
"Did I tell you how good you look tonight?" he says and not in a whisper either.
I know how much Jarron likes my hair when I leave it natural, so I let the curl come through and put it in an up do' to show off the tiger tattoo on the back of my neck. Thirty-five years old and I still love that tattoo.
I'm also wearing my favorite dress, a red number with spaghetti straps and slits up the sides. Since I usually only wear a thong underneath it and nothing else, it's quickly become Jarron's favorite outfit too.
"Ah, Señor Stiles," the host says to us over a crowd of people waiting. "Always good to see you."
We weave our way through the mass of people. My mouth waters from smelling grilled meats and cilantro wafting from the kitchen. I love this place.
"I have your table already ready." The host snaps his fingers.
An eager young man comes over to us. Although I love my men dark, the darker the better, I can't help but be taken in by this young man. Almost as tall as my man, he has dark wavy hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Against his light brown sugar-colored skin, he got a response from my body that I thought only Jarron could extract.
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