Chapter 13 #4
But I couldn’t imagine being able to sit across from him with my clothes on without wanting to rip them off.
Couldn’t see myself having a meeting with him without wanting to swallow his dick.
Couldn’t see myself focusing on anything but the way he felt.
Completely. Not with just his dick inside of me but in general.
Crescent was… my God… he was potent. His energy was drawing.
I’d just left him, and I wanted him already.
How was I supposed to work with him? How was I supposed to focus on anything but that?
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to. So, I had to make the tough decision to transfer him.
With clammy hands I gripped the steering wheel, slightly twisting it, as I turned into my gated community. I shifted my eyes to the dashboard and swallowed. It was a little past eight. I’d never come home from work at this hour. I was fucking up.
I pulled into the driveway and hit the garage opener with a sigh.
Parking next to Duke’s car made my chest tighten a little.
I told myself to relax. He probably was cheating anyway…
right? I was tripping, feeling guilty for nothing.
Crescent was probably brought back into my life because Duke was cheating and get back at Pandora’s just wasn’t enough.
Realistically I knew that wasn’t the case.
I was just trying to find an excuse for my behavior.
As soon as I flipped the sun visor down to check my appearance the garage door into the kitchen opened and Duke walked out.
Swallowing, I glanced at him and flipped it back up.
Okay, NeNe. Okay. That was nothing. It wasn’t like I hadn’t cheated before.
Why in the fuck was I so nervous? I could do this.
Sucking my teeth, I reached over to my seat and grabbed my purse.
Duke opened the car door for me, and I stepped out. As soon as I did, I threw my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder.
“Hi,” I mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the side of my cheek. “Work?”
“Was hell,” I exaggerated. “I think I’m taking tomorrow off. I might just work from home for the rest of the week.”
I left my arms wrapped around him. Pretended to be exhausted.
He held me. The same way he did when I stepped into the shower with him.
Duke knew what he was for me. A safe space.
Somewhere I ran after a long, stressful day just for a long, long hug.
If we were in a good enough space, at least. Despite what I’d done or where the stress might’ve come from, was it not a stressful day?
Fighting the urge for so long… just to give in.
I’d say that was pretty got damn stressful.
We stood out there in the garage for a good two minutes before the kids made their way out.
“It’s about time!” Aubry complained.
“Ma! I called you and—” Hazel said before Sparkle interrupted.
“Mommy!” She shrieked.
“You didn’t get my text?” Gabe asked.
I just looked at them, took a deep breath and bent down a little to pick Sparkle up.
“Momma had a long day at work, y’all. Chill,” Duke defended.
“Sorry. Today was a rough day. I’m working on a big project y’all,” I told them. “Remember?”
Since pulling my disappearance act I had been extremely transparent and available to the kids. Today that hadn’t been the case, and I felt like shit because of it.
“Yeah,” they said in unison.
I looked up at Duke and asked, “Please tell me you got dinner.”
He smiled and nodded. “I’ll do you one better—I made chicken wings and fries. I put yours in the microwave, baby.”
I placed my hand over my chest to show gratitude. “Thank you, D.”
“You already know,” He paused. “I was calling to let you know I had it.”
I felt bad about not answering. Felt horrible about the reason for not answering.
I just apologized and told him I had my phone on silent because the kids kept calling.
He didn’t question it. Just told me it was alright, and we went into the house.
The kids got to talking my head off and I let them.
Mind was everywhere but on what they were saying but from the outside looking in, you wouldn’t be able to tell.
Hours later, I was in bed wrapped up in Duke’s arms feeling like shit. I’d taken a shower and brushed my teeth, and I still felt him on me. Crescent Carter.
I cheated as Mahogany Mills-Morris. I kept thinking about it.
Couldn’t escape the thought of it. Couldn’t wash away the guilt.
The guilt that came from wanting more of that.
More of Crescent Carter and not only because he was Armani suit but because he made me feel.
I felt something with him. For the first time, I cheated and I didn’t leave empty.
And because I felt good about it, I felt horrible about it too.
Duke didn’t deserve that.
He deserved a fight. A fair fight.
Because I couldn’t get out of my head, I just laid there with wide eyes and a racing heart.
Thinking about the guilt. Thinking about him.
Sadly, wanting to be with him. I couldn’t help wanting to be in his arms instead of in the arms of the man I married.
Why did I want him anyway? It was messy over there.
Here, I had completion. Family. Happily…
well… we were working on the happily part… ever after? It was ridiculous. And—
“What’s wrong?” Duke asked, cutting into the silence, startling me.
I swallowed and adjusted my bonnet. “Huh?”
“You ain’t been sleep,” he mentioned. “Heart racing like a muthafucka. What happened?”
“Nothing happened. I just… I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?” He asked, placing a kiss on my shoulder, pulling me closer.
I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’ve been working crazy hours and I just…” I shrugged. “I feel like I’ve been neglecting a few things. I feel guilty about it.”
“You knew what it was going to be when you picked up the contract. That’s why you were working so hard on securing it. Don’t feel guilty, baby, we got it over here. I got it. I’ve been holding shit down.” He paused and propped himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “Right?”
He wanted reassurance and I gave him that.
Duke had been holding shit down. He’d been doing a good job taking care of home which came to a surprise initially.
I just knew I would be under more stress coming home from work, but I wasn’t.
Every time I came to the house, it was clean, and some form of dinner was on the table.
Didn’t matter if it was homecooked or fast food—he made sure they ate.
“You’ve been doing amazing,” I told him. “Thank you. Ducati.”
He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed me to turn me over to face him. When we were face to face, he brushed his nose up against mine and then kissed me on the lips.
“You know I got you, baby.”
I brushed my nose against his and softly smiled. “How do you feel about going back to therapy?”
We had to go back. Now more than ever. Something had to hold us together. Something other than love and time. And I felt like therapy would be the glue. Although it’d damn near ripped us a part before. We needed it. I needed it.
He brushed his hands along my cheeks. There was a lot of touching and feeling going on. “I’m with it. As long as we stay locked in.”
“Of course,” I said before tossing my leg over across him. “Always.”
Always?
I was so full of shit.
He kissed me on the forehead. “Aight, bet. Back to therapy we go. I’ll see if she has a squeeze in appointment available for tomorrow.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again.
Probably shouldn’t’ve. Probably should’ve just laid my head on his chest to try to sleep but I didn’t and that kiss led to him kissing me deeper.
I kissed him with the same passion and before I knew it, he was grabbing me, sitting me on top of him.
With his hands gripped tightly around my ass cheeks, he kissed me harder, softly sucking on my tongue.
Duke ran his hands up the sides of my body before sliding them to the front where his thumbs brushed against my hard nipples.
I cooed and shivered a bit, as his hands on my body just…
I don’t know… felt right. Crescent was perfect.
But Duke was Duke, and the man had been handling my body since I was fifteen.
Softly, he pinched my nipples between his index and thumb fingers, and I moaned into his mouth.
I should’ve stopped things. Should have told him I was tired.
But I couldn’t. I wondered if when he entered me, he’d be able to tell I’d been with someone else just a couple of hours prior.
Someone a lot bigger than him. Duke was far from small—if I had to guess, I’d say he was a good seven inches, and thick.
But Crescent? Crescent had to be ten. The size didn’t matter.
I just… I just didn’t want Duke to know.
So, I went to climb down from his lap, but he stopped me. I groaned into his mouth when I felt how hard his dick was. Was I supposed to stop? Tell my husband no? After I’d given my body to a man a lot less deserving? I couldn’t.
I did what any good wife would do—I took my tank off and went back to kissing him.
Instead, I didn’t stay at his lips for too long.
I made a trail of kisses from his lips down his ripped chest to his waistband where his boxer briefs sat.
Slowly, I inched them down over his hips and rubbed my face against his dick.
The same way I did Crescent hours ago. But tonight, with Duke, I gave him more.
Sucked his dick with so much passion, his body began to tense up not even five minutes in.
That would have been all good if I wasn’t thinking about Crescent while I did it.
I couldn’t help it. And because I couldn’t help it, I cried.
Duke didn’t notice… my spit had his dick so wet that it just blended in with the tears.
After I sucked his dick right up until he was about to cum, I got on top.
Rode my husband’s dick with the thought of the man I cheated on him with heavy in my mind.
Rode him like never before. Creamed and squirted on him like it was the best dick I’d ever had because in reality…
it was. Duke knew my body. Knew my body really, really good.
But Crescent? Crescent had my mind. Real…
real good. And those two things intertwined did magical things to my pussy.