An African American Romance novel.
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Tara has a problem – a very big problem. You wouldn’t think so to look at her. She is gorgeous – from her lean, well-formed legs to the bronze shimmer of her complexion. But what made most men stop to stare were those thick, full rose-colored lips. Yet Tara has a problem. She is madly in love with Kendrick – who takes days to return her calls, who pays her less and less attention. Even the sex is becoming routine. She’s just gotten her first job as a registered nurse, but her boss Dr. Conrad is incredibly sexy, and clearly interested in Tara.
And then there’s Makala. Dr. Conrad’s secretary is attractive, aggressive, and in love with Dr. Conrad. And, naturally, she hates Tara. And Makala is in a very good position to sabotage Tara’s work.
Should Tara try to work it out with Kendrick? And surely it’s best not to get on Makala’s bad side. Dr. Conrad’s skin is as black as a starless night and as smooth as a baby’s behind. And the smoldering glances he sends Tara’s way, well, she just starts to melt. . .
Patricia Richardson – author of “A Place for Ida” and “A Time for Jonathan” – is taking a whole new direction in her first foray into erotic literature. “Deeply Hidden Desires” will hold you spellbound as you travel with Tara through heartbreak, forbidden desires, and the ecstasy of true love. Don’t miss this latest offering from one of our most exciting authors!
DEEPLY HIDDEN DESIRES
It was an unseasonably humid spring day in downtown Baltimore. Tara stopped to watch the ducks float around in their dirty pond water as she entered the campus of North Charles Hospital. She wore a black long-sleeved tailored suit that fit snugly around the curves of her shapely body. The skirt stopped just above her knees. She also wore black stockings and black two-inch pumps that accented her plump well-formed legs. Tara stood just a few inches above five feet at 120 lbs. Her skin, usually the color of cocoa, now had a bronze shimmer due to the summer sun. But her most prominent feature, which men especially appreciated, was her thick, full, rose-colored lips.
Obviously she was going to regret wearing black on such a hot day, but what choice did a sista have? None! It was the only corporate outfit that she owned, and she wasn’t about to charge anything on her almost maxed-out charge cards.
She arrived with a few minutes to spare for her appointment with Dr. Conrad. She was a registered nurse at last! Her body were still
jittery from all the studying and preparation for her boards; now the interview, the very thought of it, seemed to add new butterflies to the pit of her already tense stomach.
She took deep breaths, trying to relax and get her mind geared to ace her interview. She really needed this job since she had tons of bills to pay. Credit cards, student loans, you name it, she owed it. “Soon the creditors will be knocking at my door.” She had been letting the answering machine pick up her calls, she had run out of excuses. Frankly her creditors didn’t want to hear any more excuses. Green, the almighty dollar, is what they wanted at this point.
She forced those thoughts out of her head; they were just something else to add to her nervousness. She allowed her mind to drift freely, that’s what she needed, freedom to make choices. She was tired of the pressures of life, and tired of being tired of her man.
Out of all the wonderful, colorful, uplifting thoughts that could have entered her mind, what she continued to ponder was the ducks. “How can they survive in such filthy water?” But before she could satisfy herself with a logical explanation, a beautiful black Mercedes Benz
cruised up to where she was standing, and practically came to a standstill. The driver eye-balled her from head to toe approvingly, his smile was warm and lustful. His skin tone was as black as a starless night and as smooth as a newborn baby’s behind. Pearly white teeth sparkled in the
bright sunlight; his bald head gleamed. He was the spitting image of how she liked her man to look. Even though he was sitting behind the wheel, she was able to get a sense of his height. That long, lean muscular frame had to be at least 6 feet tall.
She returned the smile, slowly and flirtatiously. “Watch yourself!” She heard a warning bell go off in her head. She still had Kendrick in her life, even though he was the opposite of what she wanted her man to look
like. He did have the height and sparkling brown eyes, but not the ultra-bright gleam of teeth against a dark chocolate complexion. He had a deep throaty, Isaac Hayes voice, maybe even sexier than Isaac’s. Kendrick’s voice was enough to make a girl climax until you became used to it, and used to it she was. She did love him, but he wasn’t meeting her needs - mentally or sexually – anymore. Kendrick used to do the type of things in bed that would turn a sista out, but lately sex and everything else had
been routine, hardly anything to anticipate. Tara couldn’t help but reminisce from time to time about their explicit encounters in the most erotic places. How she longed to have him back that way again! Sometimes she wondered whether it was the memory of how he used to be that still had her in love.
Kendrick’s father had recently died of a massive heart attack at fifty-five, and he hadn’t planned well for his family’s financial security. He left them heavily in debt. The small life insurance policy he carried at work was barely enough to cover the funeral expenses. He had always lived far above his means. Family vacations every year, a new car every two years for him and his wife. And their home had all of what modern
technology had to offer. Every bedroom was adorned with a plasma screen TV with Blue-Ray disc player and a Bose speaker system. Kendrick’s
mother had just started working part-time a few months before her husband’s death; she had always been a homemaker and loved it. But when the youngest child was old enough to put a key around his neck, she decided that a little outside exposure would be healthy for her mind. Now, she was glad for that decision. She had had no idea of the financial trouble they were in; she never involved herself in any of the household expenses. She trusted her husband to handle them and he seemed to be doing a great job. Unfortunately, like thousands of women left in this predicament, she trusted her husband and never took the time to evaluate their financial security. Her mother hadn’t taught her that a woman is always supposed to keep a little nest egg on the side.
He never complained about not having enough money and the family always seemed to have more than enough. Now, even with his social security check and the salary from her part-time job, coming in, it seemed that there was never enough money. There were just too many outstanding bills.
Kendrick felt sorry for his mother; he felt, as the only adult male, that he should assume the role of head of household. He was always busy helping his mother raise his two sisters and brother. If he wasn’t working
overtime to help the family hold on to the comfortable lifestyle that they had grown accustomed to. He took on additional responsibilities in regards to their medical visits.
Tara was truly impressed with all the activities kids were involved in nowadays, they all seemed to have a full itinerary. Softball, dance class,
music lessons, soccer. She was lucky if she was able to attend a Girl Scout meeting when she was growing up.
As suddenly as her knight in shining armor had appeared, he was leaving. By the time she’d focused her thoughts from Kendrick and back to the man that was making her emotions go ballistic, the car had started cruising away towards the campus parking lot. But, she could still see the driver eyeing her from his rearview mirror.
“Good morning, Dr. Conrad,” Makala said vivaciously, as he entered the clinic’s reception area, making sure that she straightened her back to give him a view of her overly exposed breasts.
“And a good morning to you, Ms. Makala,” he replied, barely looking in her direction. He avoided eye contact with her as often as possible; she was young and extremely fine and overly flirtatious with
him. He longed to smell her vagina and taste her juices, but he knew that she was too young - eighteen or nineteen - and much too immature to handle a pure sexual relationship with a married man. He was horny; not crazy; after all, he was a well-respected physician with a family.
His wife Carmelita was beautiful, inside and out. She was Latino with beautiful olive skin, jet-black flowing hair and a figure that made most men do a double take. She had a heart of gold and there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t do to make him happy. She catered to his every whim; she didn’t allow him to even remove his dinner plate or to push his chair back from the table after dinner.
They met in med school, and he had instantly fallen in love with her kindness and her beauty. He couldn’t keep his hands off her after they started dating. He had to have her luscious body next to him at all times,
especially at night. All he had to do was ease his already erect penis into her, and, no matter what hour or whether she was asleep or awake, she was always receptive, moaning, whining and thrusting her moist vagina against his penis, enabling him to penetrate deeper. She contracted her vagina walls around his penis, clasping and biting the tip until she cried out, “Yes papi, trembling! Climaxing! Oooh, yes, papi! Yesssss!” leaving him weak and limp. Yet his penis screamed for more.
When they were first married it was nothing for her to change the bed linens three or four times a day. Their orgasms were so hot and heated
that the sheets were always soaking wet. They often marveled at all the sweet nectar they produced. The sweet, thick, sticky moistness flowed freely from her vagina. Afterwards his penis continued to pulsate rapidly, remembering the pleasure it had just received, throbbing as it released the last bit of semen, adding to the warm stickiness of their bed.
He’d stick his finger in the juices, rubbing, making circular motions. Then with the tip of his finger, he gently touched her lips. She licked them greedily, opening her mouth wide to receive the warm juices. He stuck his fingers into her vagina, the warm nectar slithered around his finger, then he dripped it slowly on her tongue. With closed eyes, she moaned and smacked her lips.
After she became pregnant, she decided to drop out of med school to become a full-time housewife and mother. Their boisterous, happy son was now three years old. No! There was no way he was going to let his penis disrupt his happy home. He had to get a grip on his sudden sexual desires to be with other women. Carmalita was more than enough woman for him. But somehow, his penis didn’t always agree.
He was sitting behind his huge, mahogany desk, staring at his wife and son’s framed pictures, when Makala’s voice interrupted his thoughts. From her tone, it was apparent that she had been trying to get his attention for a while. “Yes….Makala! What can I do for you?” His thoughts were
still engrossed with his family. “Dr. Conrad!” Makala informed him, “I have your ten o’clock, client here, Ms. Tara Smith.”
He turned slowly to face the two women, regretting having scheduled an appointment for this morning of all mornings when his emotions were in such an uproar. He forced a cheerful smile, which
became genuine at the sight of Ms. Smith. He sprang up from his seat to greet her. Tara extended her hand for a warm handshake, but felt it grow
wet and clammy as she looked closely at his face and realized surprisingly he was the sexy guy in the car.
As he accepted her application and resume he instructed, “Please sit down, while I look this over.” After a brief glance, “Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?” Tara hated this question. She took a deep
breath, sighed, and whirled the old spiel round in her mind about being a people person, a hard worker, and able to work well under pressure.
Makala had gone back to her desk, closing the door behind her, but not before noticing Dr. Conrad’s reaction to the sight of Tara. He was nervous, sweating bullets. His attraction towards Tara was all too obvious, and Makala knew immediately that she would get the job. In addition to
her striking looks, she had outstanding credentials. She closed the door with more force than necessary. She might be in trouble for that later, but she didn’t care, she was pissed. She couldn’t stand the thought of him eyeballing and drooling all over Tara, when he barely gave her the time of day. She knew he understood her vibes, there were no mistaking them, yet he continuously avoided her.
Makala was becoming angrier by the second, and sadly the angrier she became, the more she imagined her tongue gliding over his long lean muscular body. She licked her lips, salivating. “UMMMMMM,” she
groaned. She wanted to wrap her lips around his penis just once, devouring it, and she knew that someday she would have him. Even though he had a hot Latino wife at home, that didn’t intimidate her at all.
She was young, and vibrant, and had some moves during sex that would make him cry out for mercy. She was convinced that all she needed was
one opportunity; afterwards he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his mind. He would be making love to his wife, but his body and soul would be crying out for Makala.