60. LUKE
Chapter 60
LUKE
Dele is on her way to visit and have lunch with me today. It’s her first check-up after the surgery. I wanted to go with her, but she refused and insisted on going alone. She’s convinced I’d intimidate the doctor with my scowl. I’ve agreed on the condition that she calls me once she’s done with the update.
Right after the visit, she calls and tells me everything is good, and the doctor has given her permission to resume normal activities. Now she’s on her way here. Kevin has ordered the lunch Dele wants.
As soon as she walks in, she’s wearing black pants and a white silk blouse. Her full head of hair has my attention—it’s lovely, though it was in cornrows last night. She looks around my large office. “So this is where the decisions are made. I like it,” she says, taking one of the chairs facing my desk. She picks up the framed picture on my desk, the one Declan sent me.
“Do I get a kiss?” She sets the frame down.
“No.” I raise a brow. “It’s never just a kiss with you.” I laugh.
“A hug then?”
“Even that is questionable. Where’s the lunch you promised me?” I press my phone to call Kevin. He comes in with bags of food.
“It just arrived,” he says.
“Perfect,” Dele says, getting up to help Kevin. I watch as they set the food on the side table next to the loveseat in my office.
“Thank you,” Dele says to Kevin, who nods and leaves. I know he won’t let anyone in.
I get up from my desk and move to the sofa. Dele hands me chopsticks for ramen. I take them and plant a quick kiss on her lips.
“I always get a kiss,” I say to her. We eat lunch, and I ask more questions about her check-up.
“Everything is back to normal,” she says.
“Good, so we can resume normal activities.” I wink at her, making her shake her head and smile.
“Yes, we can,” she says, poking at me.
We finish our lunch and throw the bags into the trash. We sit back, and I take her hand.
“Why do you refuse to move to our main bedroom?” I ask. She gives me a skeptical look, and I know she’s about to give me a diplomatic answer. But I’ve had time to think about this, and I’m not about to let her wiggle her way out of it.
“I just like the room I’m in,” she says, giving me a forced smile. I can tell she’s not telling me the truth. I pull her to sit on my lap, and she buries her face in my neck.
“You know I’m not letting this go, right?” I say. She immediately tries to get up, but I hold her in place. “I know you like the room you’re in, and I’ll sleep anywhere you are. But I also know you make a conscious effort to avoid stepping into the primary room.” She moves from my neck to give me a side-eye.
“You’re over-analyzing things,” she says. “How about we go home, and I’ll step into the room, then?”
“Good.” I reach for my phone. “I can call Paula and have her move all your stuff in there now—”
“No!” she screams, knocking my phone out of my hand. “Do not move my stuff in there. I like where I sleep,” her voice rises. And here I was thinking it was just some weird thing, but it’s deeper than that. She tries to get up again, but I hold her in place, and she grunts in anger. I need answers.
“Tell me what I’m missing,” I say, turning her face to look at me.
“Please, let this go. I like the room I’m in,” she pleads, and I realize I need to get to the bottom of this.
“No, I can’t let this go. I need to know why you won’t move into our main room.”
“Fine, I don’t want to live in a room or sleep in a bed where you used to sleep and fuck Lily in. Plus, god knows how many other women,” she says.
My eyes widen in shock, and I realize she’s jealous. I like that, but she doesn’t know it. I smile at her.
“It’s not funny,” she says, fighting to get off my lap again.
“Ayo mi, Lily has never been to our home,” I say.
She rolls her eyes at me, but at least she’s no longer fighting to get off. “I moved into that unit after Declan and Anne’s wedding, when you were shaking your ass with my brother.” She smacks my chest. “I requested the services of Lande DeMoore and asked for three designs. I showed them to Osei and told him I was tired of my old place, and that some girl was stalking me. I asked him if he wanted to design a place you would like. Which design would you pick?” She pauses and looks at me. “He selected one with a few changes.”
Now her eyes are wide with disbelief.
“He didn’t question why you would pick me, considering you didn’t like me then?” she asks.
“He did, and I’ve always loved you. I just had a different way of showing it.” She rolls her eyes. “I told him I wanted a different perspective, not Lily’s, and he nodded and helped me out.”
She relaxes in my arms and hugs me back.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, pulling out of the hug.
“So, can you please move into our room?” I say, kissing her cheek and trailing kisses down to her neck. She jerks when I get to the spot I want.
“I’m waiting for a yes , but I can do this all day, too, until I get a yes .”
“Yes,” she moans out. I stop and she turns to me, dumbfounded, then with an arched brow. “I still like my room,” she says, her voice challenging.
“And you said yes to moving into the primary room.”
“I can always move back to my room,” she smirks.
“Too funny, Dele,” I laugh, and she scurries off my lap, making me laugh harder. I’m ready for the chase. She heads toward her backpack, but I’m quicker. I pull her into my arms, her back to my front. She leans into me, and I kiss her neck.
“We are not having sex in your office,” she says.
Now I’m laughing harder.
“Not funny, you have staff all around, and anyone can just waltz in,” she continues.
“No one will walk through that door because it’s locked, and I told Kevin not to disturb me,” I reply.
She pulls out of my arms quickly. “Even worse, now he thinks we’re getting our freak on in here.” she gives me a stern look.
“I pay him not to think about what I do in here,” I smirk, but my wife just frowns at me.
“Please, tell me you’re not about to have sex with me on the desk after you’ve fucked different women,” talk about icy cold water douse moment. Fuck!
“Let’s go home,” I say, grabbing her arm and her heavy backpack. I open the door, and Kevin gets up immediately when he sees us. I place her backpack on my shoulder and hold her hand. “Replace all the furniture in my office,” I say to Kevin.
“Got it,” he answers with a straight face, as though I’ve made this request before. I pull Dele with me, and we head home. Our ride in the elevator is quiet. The need is back, and we’re both holding it in. I text Martin to have the car ready for us.
“I’ll drive behind you,” she says.
“No, Martin will come back for your car,” I respond. She nods, knowing better than to argue with me. We get out of the elevator, and Martin is waiting. I’m bursting with anticipation. Our ride home is also quiet, with Martin checking on us in the mirror. Dele and I continue to steal glances at each other, the sexual tension between us intensifying. Our bodies are exclaiming an unspeakable urge to devour each other, but we remain quiet, the build-up creating an almost unbearable longing as Martin weaves through traffic.
As soon as he pulls up, we both race out of the car and into the elevator. Our unit door can’t open fast enough. I pull her into a kiss the moment we close it. Our hands are all over each other, pulling clothes out of tucked places, shoes getting kicked off.
“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Blythe,” Paula says behind us.
Dele breaks the kiss and hides her face in my chest. “Get out!” I yell at Paula, who grabs her bag and scurries toward the door.
“Food is in the oven,” she says, avoiding our eyes, as Dele laughs.
Soon as the door closes behind Paula, I lift Dele up in a fireman’s hold, smack her ass, and she laughs. I carry her to the bed in the main room and drop her on it.
She laughs and tries to run. I pull her legs back and land on her, taking over her mouth.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, kissing her neck as she struggles to unbutton my pants.
“I missed you too,” she says, finally pushing my pants down and, kicking them away. I try to unbutton her blouse, but the buttons are too many, so I rip the shirt. “No, you didn’t!” she laughs.
“Yes, I did,” I respond, unfastening her bra, and her breast spills out. I take one of her nipples in my mouth. “God, I’ve been starved for ten months,” I say between sucking on each nipple and squeezing her breast.
“It’s not even a month, Luke,” she says, laughing. My hands make their way to unzip her pants, and my finger traces the line of her wetness. I smirk at her.
“Maybe it’s two months too long,” she teases.
I pull her pants and underwear down and kiss her thigh, slowly working my way toward her center. As soon as my tongue finds it, she lets out a moan that fills my head. I feast on her like a starved man, because that’s exactly what I am. She comes multiple times, and I stand up.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yes, my love,” she honeyed, the sound sending shivers of delight down my spine, my heart pounding. She spreads herself wide open, inviting me in. I climb on top of her and fill her completely. As always, she wraps her legs around me tight. Our hands interlace, and we both experience the soul-connecting pleasure of our union. I make sweet, slow love to my wife as she cries out my name in ecstasy.
I pull her close after releasing inside of her, holding her tight.
“You do know I’ve only just started, right?” she says.
“I’m quite sure you’ve just started,” she laughs.