The 4th in the Ex White Soldier book set.

Desiree and Taylor have always been content in each other’s company. They both work, but neither is well off. So what will a sizeable cash injection do to the interracial couple’s lives?

One $50,000 lottery win later and we’re about to find out…

Millionaire Interracial Romance, Read It Now

This book is part of the Ex White Soldier series. See it and all parts to the series on the the book page page.

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When Desiree woke up on Sunday morning, all she wanted to do was go back to bed. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving which meant that the early shoppers would take full advantage of the last day of the weekend. She took a long deep breath and pulled herself to a sitting position. She could smell pancakes and she knew that only meant one thing: Cynthia was not working early that morning. She got up and quickly made the bed before she went to the shower.

She had just walked out of the bathroom when she heard her phone ringing. She dried her hands and quickly walked to the dresser to pick it up.

“Hello,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey there, sexy,” Taylor said. She smiled and balanced the phone with her shoulder as she went on drying herself.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling.

“I hate waking up next to an empty pillow,” he said. Desiree felt a warm glow inside.

“I’m sorry, honey, but remember I said I had to work today? Sleeping over would have been a definite way to be late this morning,” she said as she applied lotion to her legs.

“Well, how about tonight?” he asked. She set the phone on speaker and laid it on the bed as she spread the lotion on the rest of her body.

“Sounds good. I don’t have to work till tomorrow afternoon,” she said as she pulled on a pair of panties.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up from work?” he asked.

“Cool, you could come by a bit earlier since I punch out at three,” she said.

“See you at three,” Taylor said before hanging up. Desiree smiled as she pulled on her uniform, consisting of a pair of black pants, a white short sleeved shirt and a black tie. She put her name tag in her purse and gathered her hair back in a tight bun before putting on a pair of silver looped earrings. After doing slight touch up of her makeup she walked out of her room.

“Hey Cynthia….um…Tony, hi….and…uh…Rochelle?” she said as she set eyes on Rochelle and Tony at the kitchen table. “You made pancakes?” she asked as she looked at the two.

“Yeah. Why?” Rochelle asked. Desiree shrugged and smiled. “You know I can cook too. You and Cynthia are not the only good cooks in this house,” Rochelle said, feigning hurt.

“Whoa, I never said anything of the sort,” Desiree said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“You didn’t have to. The look on your face said it all,” Rochelle said.

“Well, I’m sorry for that, little sister. What’s gotten into you anyway? Since when do you cook?” Desiree asked as she sat down. She took a plate and helped herself to some pancakes. She noticed Rochelle and Tony exchange a quick glance. She took a bite and closed her eyes. “Vanilla and cinnamon…two of my favorite combinations,” she said as she took another bite. “Whatever you are doing Tony, keep doing it,” she said smiling.

“You are working? On a Sunday?” Tony asked, looking at her. Desiree shrugged.

“Weekend before Thanksgiving, everyone is in a rush to get their turkey before it’s too late. Plus ever since I got this assistant manager thing, I have to work almost as twice as hard than I did before,” she said. Tony smiled.

“Wow,” he said.

“I know. But the good news is that working holidays and weekends pays more,” Desiree said.

“Amen to that,” Rochelle said as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Did Cynthia leave already?” Desiree asked.

“Actually, she was gone by the time I woke up. I think she had an early start at the café,” Rochelle said.

“Or…” Tony started to say before Rochelle giggled, interrupting him.

“Really, Roch? How old are you?” Desiree asked. Tony smiled.

“I thought I was the only one who saw that side of her,” he said.

“Unfortunately for us, we have all seen it. Part of her never really grew up,” Desiree said as she took the final bite of her pancake. Tony laughed.

“Don’t worry babe, I love you just the way you are,” he said. Desiree quickly finished her coffee before standing up to put her dishes in the sink. “What’s the hurry? Aren’t you early?” Tony asked as he looked at his watch.

“Yeah Dee, it’s only seven-thirty,” Rochelle said.

“If Cynthia is at the café, I need to pass by because I don’t think I’ll be coming back here tonight,” Desiree said.

“Taylor’s?” Rochelle asked.

“No his brother,” Desiree said rolling her eyes. “Of course, Taylor’s place. Where else would I be going?” she asked. Rochelle giggled again. “Jeez, woman, you need to quite that giggling thing,” Desiree said as she took a bottle of water from the fridge. Rochelle looked at Tony and smiled. Desiree shook her head. “You know what, I better get out of your hair. Whatever is going on here, I want no part of,” she said as she walked towards the door.

“Have a good day,” Tony said smiling at her.

“I have a feeling you will have a better day than I will,” Desiree said before she walked out. “Will those two ever get out of their honeymoon state?” she wondered as she went down the stairs. She flagged down a cab and headed to the café but just as she had thought, Cynthia was not there. The café was not even open yet. She knew that things between Cynthia and the new guy were progressing well but clearly, they were going even better than she thought.

She got back in the cab and headed to the store. As she rode, she sent a text to Cynthia. For some reason, she always felt like a parent to Cynthia and Rochelle. Checking up on them was just something she did without even realizing that she was doing it. When she got to work, she took a long deep breath and paid the cab driver before getting out. Her day had begun. The day ahead was one she had chosen to compress down to six hours and considering this was a pre-Black Friday, doing inventory on the same day was just going to make things a little bit more difficult.

By the time the clock struck twelve, Desiree was exhausted. She was seated in the back office finishing up with inventory when Taylor called her.

“Hey, beautiful. How is your day coming along?” he asked when she picked up.

“These people don’t pay me enough, Ericson,” she said as she leaned back in her chair.

“Tired, huh?” he asked.

“Exhausted is more like it,” she said. “How is your day?”

“Long, boring. I miss you,” he said. She smiled and shook her head.

“Really? It’s been a few hours since we last talked,” she said.

“Yeah, but it’s been months since we spent the weekend apart. This sucks,” he said.

“Ericson, are you horny?” she asked.

“If I say yes, will you come over right now?” he asked.

“Well, it depends. If you can wait a little longer I will make it worth your while…after you give me a massage of course,” she said. She heard him laugh.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll swing by to pick you up in a couple of hours,” he said.

“Can’t wait,” she said before she hang up.

She walked out of the room and entered the store. Just as she had expected, the place was abuzz with shoppers. If she had a penny for every shopper in a hurry that day, she was very sure she would have struck the jackpot. She helped out some of the cashiers and then checked up on all the employees. Finally she went to the manager’s office and checked off her off days for that week. Thanks to working through her day off the previous week, she had two days off this week and after the madness of today, she was quite sure that she deserved it.

“Hey Marian, I’m heading out,” she said to one of the store attendants as she walked towards the exit.

“Already? You lucky bastard,” Marian said. Desiree smiled at her.

“Look on the bright side, the day is almost over,” she said.

“I guess you are right,” Marian said looking around. “Compared to what the store was like in the morning, this is a breath of fresh air,” she said, shrugging. Desiree looked around and nodded. The store was actually more manageable as it was at the moment. She actually didn’t have to feel guilty about leaving. “Well, it looks like your ride’s here,” Marian said, pointing at Taylor’s truck that had just pulled into the parking lot. Desiree smiled at her.

“Well, so long,” she said as she walked out.

She smiled as she approached Taylor. “Right on time,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” he said as he pulled away and kissed her. She felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh.

“Or yourself,” she said smiling. She saw his cheeks flush.

“It’s been a long time,” he said as he opened the door for her. She looked at him as he walked round the truck and got in the driver’s seat.

“Really? A long time? It has only been a week since…wait…that was last week, right?” she asked. He smiled at her and nodded. “Man, this assistant manager gig is really messing up my social life,” she said as she buckled herself in.

“Don’t worry, missy, I have every intention of rectifying that,” he said as they drove back to his place. They stopped at a Domino’s pizza joint and picked up a pepperoni, ham and sausage pizza, their favorite, before they got to his place. As he carried the pizza into the house, she started walking into the kitchen to get some paper towels when he took her hand. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“To the kitchen, to get us some napkins and juice,” she said. He set the pizza down and pulled her close to kiss her.

“That can wait,” he said as he pulled her to the living room. She smiled and followed him to the couch. “I have waited eleven days. Don’t make me wait anymore,” he said before giving her a long, sensual kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed herself to get lost in his passionate kiss. She could not help but feel a little responsible…okay, a whole lot responsible for not being there for her boyfriend as she was supposed to be.

She pulled away from him and pushed him down on the couch before she walked over to the shelf where he kept his iPod. She scanned through the playlist before choosing an upbeat song. Taylor looked at her, surprised and aroused, as she walked back towards him as she slowly swayed her hips. She had not done this for him in ages. He leaned back on the couch as she began unbuttoning her shirt, one by one, slowly, as if trying to make him cry out. Every button that came off made him want to reach out and spank her for being such a naughty girl, dancing so slow and being so sexy after starving him for this long. She finally took off her shirt and turned around so he could have a perfect view of her well rounded ass. As she took off her pants, she felt him reach forward and touch one of her cheeks. She smiled and pulled away from him before stepping out of her pants. He looked up at her dressed in nothing but her underwear and took a long deep breath.

“Should I take off mine too?” he asked as she climbed on top of him. She smiled and lowered her head to kiss him.

“That’s what I am here for,” she said as she started slowly undoing his buttons. He looked up at her and looked into her eyes as she went on undoing his buttons at an amazingly slow speed. She lowered her head and kissed his neck as she undid the last button. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and slowly caressed his muscular chest as she went on kissing his neck. By this time, he was breathing hard and slowly caressing her back as she went on working her magic on him. She then climbed off him again and undid his belt buckle before pulling his pants off. He raised his hips to allow her to pull them off before she went on to take his underwear off. She smiled when she saw his already hard cock. She knelt in between his legs and began kissing his thighs, slowly working her lips upwards. She heard him moan as she got closer to his crotch. She slowly wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and lowered her head to kiss its bulbous head.

“Oh God,” he moaned when he felt his cock inside her warm mouth. She placed a hand on his thigh and lowered her mouth onto his cock as she went on twirling her tongue on his swollen head. She loved the way he held her head as she sucked him off, almost as if his life depended on it.

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