Chapter 29
If I thought too hard about what I was doing, I would've stopped myself.
I don’t know though…maybe I wouldn't have. I tried to deny myself her, but after seeing her in that restaurant…she consumed my thoughts. Like I said…this was how habits were formed, and Gianna had become my drug of choice.
She had a look on her face. A mix of apprehension, disbelief, and amusement. She didn't say shit…just sat down slowly across from me, crossing her ankles and studying my face. I could smell her. That sweet indulgent fragrance of hers that attacked my senses. I sniffed subtly.
She was wearing this dress that I wanted to eat off her. Some sheer shit that looked like it would fall apart with one tug. We just stared at each other for a while longer. I don’t know what she was thinking—she could be unreadable at times, but I was hoping she wasn’t pissed at me.
Finally, she brushed her hair over her shoulders. "What are you doing, Boss?" she asked softly.
I leaned forward. "What do you mean?"
She leaned forward. "You know exactly what I mean."
We held each other's gaze again. I smiled slowly. "Wanted to see you."
"Really?" She raised her brow. "I thought you were done?"
I shrugged casually. "Thought I was too to be honest," I admitted. "Was trying to be…'til I saw you again. With your little chef and shit."
She rolled her eyes. "He's not a little chef. Don't be disrespectful," she replied with a bite in her tone that surprised me.
My jaw flexed in irritation. "So that's your lil', man then, huh?" I taunted. "That's the nigga Syrus probably saw you with and almost shot."
She blinked in surprise. "How do you know Syrus?" she asked carefully.
"How do you know Syrus?" I countered quickly.
Silence.
Her nostrils flared slightly. She was getting mad. I could see it. I don't know why that was turning me on though.
"You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Boss," she replied slowly.
"I don't give a fuck about danger, Gianna. You ain't figured that out yet?"
Another pause.
The banter. This was the shit I missed. The challenge. The push and pull. I sat back watching her.
She looked away for a moment. Then back at me again. "What do you want, Boss?" she asked.
"You," I replied simply.
I saw her breath tremble just slightly. Finally, she stood…
and began to walk out. She didn't even look back, but she didn't have too because I was right behind her.
I followed her upstairs to the last room at the end of the hall.
She stood in front of the door, hand on the knob but not moving to open it yet.
Without a word, I stood behind her. I pushed myself against her body. She looked like she was contemplating. Probably thinking about her little chef. Fuck that nigga. Reaching out, I placed my hand on top of hers and slowly turned the knob, pushing the door open.
Gianna hesitated, but then she stepped in. So did I, closing the door behind me. I turned the dimmer on to the lowest setting.
She tilted her head slightly. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.
"Nah. I'm good, mama." I pulled off my shirt, tossing it on the floor.
She nodded.
Slowly I stalked over to close the space. She backed up, our eyes still on each other. I moved closer and she continued backing up slowly until there was nowhere for her to go. The back of her legs hit the bed as I stood over her looking down.
"How do you want it, Boss," she whispered.
Taking her hand, I placed it flat on my chest. "Face to face," I replied low.
"No doggy-style?" she smiled faintly. "Thought that was your favorite."
"It is," I murmured with a smirk. "But I wanna see your face."
Gianna swallowed.
"Sit down…I wanna taste you first."
Slowly she sat down, her dress rising up as she scooted back. Undressing, I dropped to my knees and dragged my hands up her thighs. Her skin was so damn soft. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her calve, softly, working my way up.
"Boss—" she exhaled.
"I been thinking about you since I left, Gianna," I confessed lips pressed against her skin. "You did something to me. I can't get you outta my fucking system."
I felt her hands tremble against my shoulder, but she didn’t reply. She didn't need too though. I could tell by the way the moan released from her mouth, and her legs fluttered around my head when I parted her lips with my tongue that she felt it.
She tasted even better than I remembered as if that was somehow possible.
I made sure that I got my fill. My mouth had been watering for her, and I wanted to taste every drop.
I didn't give her any room to catch her breath.
Just buried my face as deep as I could. My tongue flickering and sucking all over her stiff clit until she fell apart, thighs trembling and her moans filling the air as she came all over my tongue.
I didn't even bother to wipe my face, just rolled on a condom, climbed between her while she was still in aftershock and slid in. Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers digging in my back.
My forehead dropped to hers as my dick throbbed in her walls.
"Fuck, Gianna," I groaned. "This shit ain't right.
" I grinded in her slowly, reaching down to wrap her legs around my waist because I didn’t want to have any space in between us.
My hand grabbed one of her titties and I wrapped my mouth around the hard nipple as I went to work.
"This shit ain't right," I repeated as the nut I had been saving for her built at the tip.
I felt her body wrap around me tighter and we came together; my arms wrapped around hers in a bear hug. Her heart pounding against my chest just as hard as mine. I didn't move to get off her. I felt her body loosen as her arms slid from around me.
"You're heavy, Boss," she said softly.
Reluctantly, I climbed off her. Without being asked, I reached over on the nightstand and grabbed the wet wipes to wipe her off.
"I could've done that," she said quietly.
"I know." I looked up at her, grabbing a fresh one to wipe again. I rolled the condom off carefully, tossing it in the trash. Laying on my back, I turned my head to face her. She was looking up at the ceiling, but I know she felt my eyes on her.
Her hair was spread across the pillow. Her eyes were closed.
She looked peaceful. For a minute I imagined this as normal.
Coming home to her. Talking about our day.
Making love to her. Falling asleep beside her.
Waking up and seeing her face first thing in the morning.
Bringing her breakfast in bed type shit 'cause I knew she would love something like that.
I hated how much power she had over me without even trying. "I was supposed to leave you alone," I said breaking the silence.
Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. "I know."
"I meant it too."
"I'm sure you did," she let out a slow breath.
"I keep trying to do the right thing," I admitted quietly. "Then I see you and all that shit go out the window."
She slowly looked over at me. "Does your wife know about your extracurricular activities?" she asked.
"To an extent," I answered after a short pause. "But she knew something was off when I started fucking with you though."
"How so?"
"Every time I touched her, I thought about you," I confessed. "Couldn't even keep my dick up. Every time I closed my eyes I saw you. Heard your voice." My voice dropped lower. "You know how fucked up that is?"
Gianna's breath trembled. "That is fucked up, but this isn't that, Boss," she replied firmly. "I need you to understand that."
My eyes hardened. "Why? 'Cause of that nigga?" I retorted.
Gianna cut her eyes at me. "You have a fucking wife," she said sharply. "You don't get to question me about anything." She sat up, looking down at me.
I ignored that. "You love him?" I sat up as well.
Gianna rolled her eyes. "What did I just say?
" She stared at me. "Don't question me about what I do outside of these walls.
That's my real life. He is my real life.
And you," she poked my chest with her nail, "are just a fucking job to do," she snapped.
"And if you can't remember that shit, I'll have Madam wire your money back to you. "
Her eyes were blazing. She was serious. About what she said and about him.
"Make a decision, Boss," she stated calmy. "Or I'll make it for you."
Under no other circumstances would I ordinarily let anyone else talk to me like that.
But instead of crashing out…I found myself nodding slowly.
That feeling of submissiveness that only she knew how to bring out coming out of me.
"I'll be cool," I replied, breathing out my anger. "My bad. You right."
Gianna held my eyes. Satisfied, she nodded. "I don't want to have this discussion again, you understand me?"
Another nod. "Yeah."
Her brow rose slightly. "Yes what?"
My head dropped. "Yes, ma'am," I mumbled.
Reaching over, she cupped my chin and lifted my head to meet her eyes. "Good boy," she cooed.
And just like that…my dick was hard again.
I was down bad.