Chapter 20 #2
“Fuck,” I moaned as he settled into me. My pussy spasmed around him, and I wrapped one of my arms around his neck so that I could grab his hair. My free hand went to his throat, and I wrapped it around it. “Amethyst?”
“Yeah, Sunshine,” he said as his nostrils flared.
“Be a good boy and fuck me like you love me,” I said, then squeezed his neck.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, then pulled back only to slam into me.
My pussy immediately started to leak, and I knew he was going to fuck my period on.
I could feel every vein, the curve, and the tip of his dick tap against my G-spot every time he moved in and out of me. “Sunshine.” He nuzzled my neck.
“Hmm?” I whimpered.
“I ain’t sorry for shit, okay?” he reached between our bodies and pressed into my clit. “Everything I do is because I love you.”
“Okay,” I panted as I felt my orgasm start to build. “Okay, Am.”
“You love me?” He nibbled on the bottom of my ear, and I nodded. “Tell me that shit then.”
“I love you, Am,” I moaned.
“Not as much as I love you, Sunshine,” he said, then kissed me.
**
Two hours later, I was walking into my office with an extra sway to my hips and couldn’t do anything but laugh at myself.
I was late as hell, but for the first time in, I don’t know how long, I didn’t care.
I set my purse, keys, and phone on my desk, then took my briefcase to my safe.
After I entered the code, I stepped into the room, closed the glass safety door behind me, and approached the table, opening the case.
The necklace I’d been working on for Amethyst was in there, as was a ring and a watch for my client I was meeting shortly.
I quickly cleaned the pieces, put them in their travel cases, and then left the safe.
The security system Amethyst had installed when I decided to open a storefront chimed, alerting me that someone was at the front. I rounded my desk, typed in my password, then pulled up the cameras to see a man talking to Lina, my salesclerk. My phone rang, and I pressed the speaker button.
“This is Yale,” I said, even though I knew it was Lina.
“Your appointment is here,” Lina said. “Would you like me to take him to room one?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Offer him something to drink and let him know I’ll be in shortly.”
“No problem,” Lina said, then hung up.
I checked over the two pieces to ensure they met my standards before placing them in the custom bag that all my customers received, then walked out of my office.
I stopped by the gallery to make sure Lina was good before making my way across the building to the waiting rooms. I knocked twice to give my customer a heads-up before opening the door and walking in.
“Mr. Joseph,” I greeted him with a smile, extending my hand for him to shake. “How are you?”
“I can’t complain,” Mr. Joseph replied as he shook my hand. He pointed to the seat across from him and chuckled. “Have a seat, young lady, and show me what you’ve been working on.”
“I hope you like it,” I said as I sat. “And it’s good to meet you in person finally.”
“I finally had a reason to come to Kansas City again,” he chuckled as he reclaimed his seat. “It’s been years since I was here.”
“How long has it been?” I handed him the bag and relaxed in my seat. The waiting rooms were designed for comfort as well as for the best lighting. I never half assed my work and wanted every customer to see how hard I worked to bring my idea to life.
“Fifteen years,” he answered with a shrug. “I came to see a woman, and she was long gone by the time I got my shit together.”
“A love that got away, huh?” I replied, and he nodded.
“After that, I vowed never to waste time when it came to love,” he replied as he took the boxes from the bag and opened them. “You know what I mean?” he looked up at me and smirked. “Or are you one of those women who are too independent to fall in love?”
“No, sir,” I answered, shaking my head. “I’ve been in love for too long with the same man to ever think about being independent.”
“Oh really?” Mr. Joseph laughed as he took the bracelet out of the box and examined it. “He treats you right, shows you he loves you. Spoils you and makes sure you’re secure in your relationship?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly.
“He gave you his last name?” He put the bracelet back in the box and opened the second box. When I didn’t answer, he looked up at me and lifted his brow. “I’m going to take that as a no?”
“It’s complicated,” I answered.
“He’s married?”
“No,” I laughed and shook my head. “I am.” I don’t know why it was so easy to talk to Mr. Joseph, but it was. We’d been doing business together for years. He was easy-going on the phone and in person.
“Oh, Yale, don’t tell me you’re one of those swing set people,” he grunted.
“A swing set?” I asked, slightly confused, and he nodded. “What is that?”
“You know those people who share their spouses.”
“A swinger?” I laughed.
“Close enough,” he shrugged. “Are you one of those people?”
“No, sir,” I said as I wiped my hands over my skirt. “I’m not.”
“Then how are you in love with a man that isn’t your husband?”
“Life?” I answered with my own shrug. “We’ve been there for each other. Never missing a moment, but that moment you know? Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and the words were…”
“Never said?”
“No, we said them,” I smiled. “But we never said the most important part.”
“Which was?”
“Who they were directed to,” I said, and he nodded. “But enough about me and my complicated love life. How do you like the pieces?”
“I love them,” he said, returning his gaze to the bracelet and watch. “My daughter will love them too.”
“You have a daughter?” Whenever we spoke, we never discussed family, but I wasn’t surprised that he had a child. Mr. Joseph was a handsome man who more than likely had a lot of women wanting his attention.
“Five.” He smiled proudly. “All stubborn but beautiful and smart as hell.”
“No sons?”
“Shit, no,” he chuckled and shook his head. “The Lord knew what he was doing when he gave me daughters and no sons.”
“My mama used to say that a man with all daughters is a man punished for his heart breaks.”
“And she’s right,” Mr. Joseph said as he stood. “Those daughters of mine are my karma. I broke their mamas’ hearts, and now they are giving me hell for it, but I’d do anything to protect them.”
“Then I know they love you,” I said as I stood.
“I would hope so, but I’ll never know for sure.” He handed me the briefcase that I knew was full of money and smiled. “I’ll make sure my youngest gets this.” He held up the bag. “When we speak again, I’ll let you know how much she loves them.”
“You’re so sure she will,” I said as we left the room.
“I only speak good things into existence,” he said, and I laughed. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“Have a good one,” I said as we headed in opposite directions.
Mr. Joseph was leaving, and I was taking his payment to the backroom.
The last thing I wanted to do was walk through the gallery with a suitcase full of money.
Even though I was comfortable in my building, I wasn’t a damn fool.
I didn’t know who was watching, and being an open target for robbery wasn’t on my bingo card for the year.