Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
What the hell!
I gave in too damn fast.
But shit! What a way to give in.
If I’m being honest, I came tonight, wearing this tight ass skirt and the boots he loves in hopes that he would be here. I’ve been miserable this past week without my man and I was sick of it. The lesson he was supposed to be learning taught me one too. I want my man back.
He apologized two million times, fired that little trick, and has been so thoughtful and intentional during our little time apart. He has suffered enough, and hell, so have I.
After cleaning myself off, I leave the bathroom and make the slut walk back to Alex. I’ve been gone long enough for her to figure out what I’ve been doing. The minute I step into our section, she goes in.
“I saw Shiro leave here smiling,” she says with a smirk. “It was almost as big as yours.”
“Girl,” I sigh, then laugh. “I’m so ashamed.”
“Yeah right, bitch. There’s no shame on your damn face. All I see is satiation and you know I approve. Let me guess; I’m headed back to Crescent Falls alone?” she asks and I nod.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“Absolutely not. When you mentioned coming here after Giselle’s, I had a good idea as to why, but when you squeezed all that ass and those hips into this skirt, my idea was confirmed.
Besides, I enjoyed myself. This crowd is grown and sexy and I even danced.
Now, my sis can go get her damn man. This was a good plan and a great night. Are you ready to go?”
“We can stay longer if you want,” I say.
Grinning, she says. “Longer, my ass. You’re barely sitting you’re so ready to go. We’re leaving as soon as we settle the tab.”
“He took care of it,” I say and she nods.
She texts her driver Travis then grabs her mini tote. I grab my wristlet and we walk out. Travis has pulled to the front, standing outside of the back passenger door. As soon as we approach, he opens it and we slide into her all white S-Class.
“Home, Ms. Stansfield?” Travis asks as soon as he’s inside.
“After we drop her off,” Alex answers.
“Where to, ma’am?” he asks.
I give him Shiro’s address and he keys it into the navigation system.
Shiro’s townhouse is only about twenty minutes away.
I double check my face in my compact mirror and redo my bun.
Alex is engrossed in her phone, no doubt checking the market or some other thing in her world of finance. I swear my bestie works day and night.
When we make it to Shiro’s, I shake my head at myself then smile. I knew I would end up here even when he said it. My words were simply lip service.
“Have fun,” Alex says when Travis opens my door.
“Oh, I will,” I assure her. “Thanks again and text me when you get home.”
“As if you are going to be in any condition to answer a text. Goodnight, girl.”
“Goodnight.”I don’t bother to text Shiro. He can see me on the security camera. Before I make it to the door, my fine ass man fills the frame. I gladly walk right into his arms and his big hands grip my ass. “I only came for my panties,” I lie.
“Just yo’ panties?” his deep voice utters in my ear as he pulls me inside. “Yo’ ride just left though.”
“I’m getting an iDrive after I get them.”
With a smug look on his handsome ass face, he releases me then closes the door. “You can get them in the morning,” he says.
“Shiro!”
“What, baby?” he asks. I’m obsessed with the way baby sounds on his lips. The little two syllable word sends a chill down my spine every single time. He pulls me back into him. “I miss you so fucking much. Tell me you don’t miss me too.”
“Are you going to keep shit from me again?” I ask.
“No. I’ll never do that again.”
“Did you hire a new receptionist yet?”
“We’re interviewing tomorrow. You can be there if you want.”
“I don’t need to be there. I just need you to do better this time.”
“Done,” he says resolutely.
“Just like that? Done?”
“Yeah. I’m not doing another week like this one. I fucked up and I know it. I’m not taking any chances of doing no dumb shit like that again. Shit, my damn pillow don’t even smell like you anymore.” He kisses the side of my neck then stares into my eyes. “Baby, did you miss me like I missed you?”
“I did,” I finally admit because lord knows I missed him a lot.
His hand lightly grips my chin and he lifts my head.
His lips brush against mine then his tongue slides across my lips before easing into my mouth.
Our tongues make love as he kisses my entire essence from my body.
My body relaxes into his and we kiss until we are both breathless.
“I need to shower so we can finish what you started at the club.”
I walk toward the stairs and he follows, his hands on my hips.
We enter his bedroom and he journeys toward his bed while I walk into the bathroom to start the shower.
I love to start the steam before my actual shower.
He’s still on the bed, now shirtless when I walk out. I step between his gaped legs.
“You might as well take your sweats and boxers off too. After my shower, I want to feel your skin next to mine,” I tell him.
“Bet ’cause I want all of you on me tonight. I gotta show you how much I missed you,” he says.
“Perfect. I’ll be back in a few,” I say then turn back toward the bathroom but his hand on my arm stops me.
“Take your clothes off in here,” he insists.
One of the best feelings in the world is the man I love adoring and appreciating every extra inch of my body.
I don’t hesitate to turn back to him. Stationed right in front of him, I happily undress, starting with my boots.
Once they are off, I unzip my black denim skirt then peel it down.
My thin, black, off the shoulder, midriff sweater and bra are next.
When I’m naked, he grabs the sides of my waist then leans in and plants a kiss on my stomach.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he utters. “I’m gonna have fun licking every inch of you. ”
“I can’t wait,” I admit before kissing his lips and slowly sauntering toward the bathroom for his viewing pleasure.
“So fucking fine,” he says right before I close the door.
Inside, I approach the double sink and smile.
He has my face wash and moisturizer on the left side.
He thinks of everything and his intentionality in regard to me warms me all over.
With a smile, I walk into the shower and let the steam infiltrate my pores for about five minutes then start the water.
When I emerge from the shower—clean, refreshed, and smelling like coconuts—I thoroughly dry my body and clean then moisturize my face.
I walk out to find him in bed with his back against the huge leather headboard and his lower half under the duvet. The television is off but music plays softly through the sound system.
No words are needed. The lust and love in his hazel eyes speak for us both. Without haste, I climb onto the bed and straddle him. His hands immediately grip my ass and mine caress the sides of his face. After leaning in and kissing him, I kiss the tip of his nose.
“I thought I told you to take your sweats and boxers off,” I say.
“They’re off and I thought I told you I wanted to lick every inch of you,” he says, then in a swift move, he turns me over on the bed and his beautiful naked body looms over mine.
He leans in, licks my lips, then drags his tongue down my chin to my neck.
True to his word, using his tongue, Shiro worships my body then sinks inside me and rocks me through two massive orgasms. When he rests his head on my stomach to catch his breath, he says in a low tone, “You came to Deuce’s for me tonight. ”
Although he is absolutely correct, I hold my laughter in and tell a half truth. “I came to Deuce’s for what you just did to me.” He chuckles then lifts his head to see my untruthful face. When our eyes meet, I give myself away and laugh.
“Yeah, a’ight,” he says. “I’ll pretend like you ain’t lying ’cause I’m just glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” I say, then yawn. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
The Blue Mountain Resort is known for its ski slopes and cabins during the winter and the water park during the summer, but the hotel itself is beautiful.
My department’s Christmas party is held here in the grand ballroom every year, but I had no idea about this biennial Timeless Temptation—a dating event for singles over the age of fifty-five that happens every March and September. Tonight, Shuga is attending.
Reya and I arrived at the hotel about thirty minutes ago but Shuga checked in two hours ago, right at three. According to her, she had to arrive early before she talked herself out of coming. The event doesn’t start until eight, so we are spending the next two hours helping her get ready.
“What time are they coming?” Shuga asks, referring to Glam on the Go.
To help with Shuga’s hair and makeup, Reya booked the best and I’m handling Shuga’s outfit. She brought two pieces from home and I picked up four options from the boutique downstairs. Shuga has a unique yet sophisticated style, so it was fun shopping for her.
“Six. We can decide on your outfit while we wait,” Reya says.
“And enjoy another sangria. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Shuga says with a heavy sigh. She’s visibly nervous and I’ve never seen this side of her.
“You were thinking that it’s time for you to have some fun.
You were thinking that you look good as hell and there’s no need to allow all that beauty to stay hidden.
I’m glad you’re here and I think you are going to have a great time tonight,” Reya says after joining Shuga on the sofa.
We’re in the small living room in her suite.
“You’re going to have a fabulous time. But I have to agree about the sangria. They make some good ones here, especially the white. I’ll order room service. A white for me and which do you want? White or red?” I ask.
“I had red but now I’ll have to try white.”
“And you, Reya?”
“I just need a ginger ale. There might be one in the mini bar. I’ll check.”