19. Solomon
One Week Later
Since Temple’s discovery of how many women I’d bedded in my home, she refused to go inside my secret room and even had me replace my mattress, which I’d never lay a woman onto. I thought she was a little dramatic, but I didn’t mind. Anything for her to feel comfortable, I’d do.
I was currently in my office looking over contracts when my cell rang with a FaceTime from Temple. I swiped to answer and damn near choked on my saliva at what I saw.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned, then dropped my head, realizing she’d just made me curse.
“Temp, . . . baby.” I was at a loss for words seeing her in what looked like dominatrix attire that left nothing to the imagination.
The leather material wrapped around her body, leaving her beautiful breasts, round behind, and pretty pu—sacred place exposed.
The words Got D-word was scribbled right above my pretty little friend.
“We miss you,” she said in a sultry tone that had my mans harder than he should have been.
“I miss y’all too. Why you doing this to me while I’m at work, baby?” I licked my lips and smiled. She leaned back against the pillows, opened her legs, and exposed her center that glistened with her sweet nectar.
“You’ve been working all week. Take a break and come take care of us.” She slipped her fingers between her folds and rubbed her clit.
“Say less. Don’t move. I want you just like that when I get there.”
“Hurry, big papa.”
I hurriedly ended the call, grabbed my belongings, and locked up my office. Most of my staff were out, and the others were here securing the other offices on each floor.
The doors to the elevator slid open, and it was clear the enemy wanted to throw a roadblock in my way when I saw Brooke inside.
“Mr. Matthews. I see someone is happy to see me,” she smiled, looking down at the bulge in my slacks.
“Trust me, it’s not you he’s excited to see.” I stepped back to allow the doors to close. “I’ll get the next one.”
She put her hand on the door to prevent it from closing.
“I won’t bite, Solomon. Not unless you want me to.” She bit her lip.
“I’m married, Brooke. And I thought I told you to chill.
If you want to keep the job that gives you more benefits than the average security job, then I suggest you cool out.
I have no interest in touching you ever again.
Have a good day.” The smile dropped from her face, and she moved her hand, allowing the doors to close.
I didn’t wait for the next one and took the thirteen flights of stairs down to the garage.
I made it across town in twenty minutes when it usually took me thirty-five minutes to get home.
By the time I stepped off the elevator and opened my door, I was out of my shirt and heading to my bedroom.
When I opened the door, Temple lay in the same position, only this time she had invited the vibrator to the party.
I walked over to her, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. My eyes zoned in on the words scribbled across her lower abdomen, and I smirked, rubbing away the profane word.
“I got anything you need, mamas.”
She gave me a lazy smile. “You made it.”
“Always,” I replied, then pushed her knees to her ears and dove tongue-first into her center. Her back arched, palms came to my head, and moans saturated the atmosphere. It had been so long since I’d heard a woman’s moans of pleasure between these walls, so hearing Temple was music to my ears.
Every time I walked into my house now, I smelled her scent, anticipated her voice, and longed to share my space with her. If I could have this until the end of time, I would die a happy man.
“Loooo!”
I flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked. Her hips humped my face, and I inserted my middle and ring finger, curving them to tap her G-spot while sucking on her peach. Temple tasted like fresh rain on a spring day.
“Oooh, yesss, baby. I’m cummin’! Oooh, yes, baby!” She screamed just as she released an overflow into my mouth. I turned her over and slapped both her butt cheeks, then stripped off the rest of my clothes. I leaned forward, kissing the side of her face.
“Gimme them lips, mamas.” She turned her head, and my lips latched onto hers. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “You taste how good you are, Beauty? I can eat that peach for hours.”
“Ooooh. I love you . . . Mmm, shit, Lo. You’re driving me crazy!”
“Shhh. Watch that beautiful mouth, shorty,” I said, lining myself at her opening and causing her body to tense slightly. “I want you to know that since you’re refusing to play in my room, I’m building us an even bigger one in our new house. You’re going to make all this up to me, Beauty.”
“Waaaiit—”
“No waiting.” I bit her cheek then slid inside of her. She gasped, and I intertwined our fingers, thrusting deep inside her gushy walls.
“Let me feel you, Beauty.” I released one hand and slid it between her legs. I parted her lips with my index and ring, then rotated the middle finger on her clit.
“Solomon, fuck, baby!” she whisper-moaned.
“That’s right, baby. I can feel you about to explode already. Give it to me, love.”
She writhed beneath me, moans coming more rapidly, and walls pulsating around me.
It may have been blasphemous to think, but I swore being inside of her felt close to heaven. As if her walls were paved in gold, my soldiers were ready to march right through her pearly gates.
Her uterus.
I loved feeling the aura of her pleasure, seeing her fingers grab the sheets in a chokehold while her body gave in to every thrust I delivered.
“Looooo, fuu—” My palm went over her mouth to stop the vulgarity of her words. I knew if she continued, it would cause a ripple effect, and I’d whisper even dirtier things to her.
“I know, baby. I know it feels good to you.” I lifted, pulled her hips to me, and kept my hand over her mouth as she arched into me.
My brows dipped and teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
“Oh, you gon’ arch that back and be rude, huh?”
Smack!
“You tryin’ to make daddy tap out?”
“Nooo,” she mumbled through her muffled moans.
“I can’t hear you, shorty.” I removed my hand and grabbed the fat of her hips, thrusting harder. Deeper.
“Lo, pleeeasse!”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please, don’t stop! Right there, baby!”
“Right here?” I dipped my hips and pumped upward, making her upper body fall flat until the rest of her body collapsed and convulsed with violent volition.
“Solomooonnn!” I wrapped my arms around her when I felt her cum squirt out like a broken faucet all over my thighs and the bedsheets.
The satisfaction of feeling her warm, soaked, pulsating walls had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I felt my own nut climb until I came deep inside the best, most perfect place on Earth.
My body collapsed on top of hers, but I was careful not to squish her.
“Damn, shorty. I swear if we wasn’t already married, we’d be at the courthouse right now, saying our vows.”
She laughed through bated breaths. “And I’d be ready and willing to say I do.”
I kissed along her face before rolling over and pulling her into my arms. I could have gone longer or even two more rounds, but I could tell Beauty didn’t have the energy to last today. So I would let her be, even though she initiated the freak in me.
Neither of us spoke as we allowed our hearts and breaths to settle before we drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d slept, but the ringing of my landline woke us up. Temple rolled over, throwing her leg and arm over me, I was sure to keep me in place.
I reached over and grabbed the cordless from the base. Without looking at the caller, I pressed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Good evening, Mr. Matthews. This is Evan at the front desk. Your father is here to see you. Should I let him up?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, then dragged them over my eyes to wake myself up fully.
“Yeah. Let him up.”
“Will do, sir.”
I hung up and kissed Temple’s forehead. “Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“My pops is here. We have to get up.”
“Mmm. Do I have to?”
“I would like you to. I’m sure he’s here for both of us.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s get cleaned up. I don’t want him to smell you on me. I’d probably kill him if he compliments me on how good I smell.” I smirked as she laughed.
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being realistic.” I got up, then picked her up and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. It took us thirty minutes to freshen up because I was hard and needed a release. Then we got dressed and headed into the living room, where my pops sat with a glass of cognac in his hand.
He must have brought it up because I didn’t keep liquor in the house no more.
I frowned slightly. “Didn’t know you liked the devil’s juice, Pop.”
I took a seat across from him and pulled Temple next to me.
He looked up at me with a hint of guilt in his eyes. “He who is without sin, cast the first stone. You know that scripture, I’m sure.”
“There’s no judgment to be had on my end. Just making an observation, so don’t start quoting scriptures at me when you can tell a judgmental tone from a concerned one.”
“I needed it.”
“I’m sure. To what do I owe this visit? If you’re coming here to defend your wife’s honor, then you’re wasting your time.”
He looked down into his glass. “I came here to apologize again for what happened at dinner last week. Your mother promised that she would behave. I don’t know. I believe she’s stuck in this nostalgic, grieving time warp and can’t seem to let go of the young boy you used to be.
“I tried talking to her about it multiple times, but she still insists on staying stuck on you and Shereece’s relationship. She believes you two are meant to be together.”
“They never will be,” Temple interjected. My father’s eyes went to her. He stared at her for a moment before nodding slowly.
“I know. Been knew.” He cleared his throat before taking another sip of that evil portal drink in his palm. “I know about what happened when you were fifteen.”
My ears tingled, and my eyes locked onto him.