by Tracy Reed
Moses: It’s a date. You know there’s nothing like having hot chocolate in a hot bath.
Alex: Uhm…I prefer my hot chocolate outside under the stars.
The coded message was so hot I almost dropped my phone. I looked at my watch. I had a few minutes before my next interview. I started to call her, when her next text came in.
Alex: When steaming hot chocolate is served the right way, it really doesn’t matter where you have it. Just as long as it tastes better than the last time you had it.
I immediately called her. “Hey baby,” she hummed. I checked the number to make sure I dialed the right number. It was my wife. The sultry voice sent a surge straight to my core.
“Hey, yourself. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“I got your message.”
“Thank you for the brownies.”
“You’re welcome.” Every word she said reminded me of the photo I had of her wrapped in a sheet. Or the one of her naked lying on her back and her legs crossed above her head wearing only a pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. My collar and pants felt tight. I looked at my watch and I was several hours away from being where that sheet was. I cleared my throat and began stuttering. “Uhm, uhm…that-that-that last me-me-message you sent…”
“Uh huh.” The soft way the words rolled off her lips, lit a fire only she could put out. I wanted to run over to her office and…
“Are you still at the store?”
“Yes.” Short, soft, hot answers. I imagined her licking her full wet lips after each statement.
“I take it you’re alone.”
“Yes,” she purred.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating brownies and thinking about you.” That tone said it all. If we were at home, we’d be half way to the Promised Land by now. “How much longer will you be?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Awhile.” I looked at my watch. Four o’clock. I still had a couple hours of interviews to go and a wife on fire, and nothing I could do about it. Why did I send those brownies? I forgot brownies were an aphrodisiac for Alex. I was hoping for forgiveness for breaking our date by sending her one of her favorite desserts. Instead, I just lit a fire I couldn’t put out.
She let out a soft hum. “Call me when you’re finished.”
“I will.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
It was almost nine when the car dropped me home. I walked inside and the house was completely dark. I figured Alex was out. My body was racing with energy, and the only outlet I wanted didn’t appear to be home. A cold shower wasn’t going to fix this. I could feel the blood racing through my body. My only other option was to change and hit the gym.
Alex fought me on turning half of the patio into a gym, but the nearest good gym was too far from the house. Besides, when I hit a writing slump, a little lifting helps clear my mind and opens the door for new thoughts and ideas.
I walked upstairs to our bedroom and the door was closed. I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and my eyes quickly adjusted to the candlelight and the glow of the fireplace. I looked around and when my eyes came back to the center of the room, they were focused on the bed.
Sitting in the center of the bed, against that sea of pillows she insisted we have on the bed, looking like royalty, was my wife…my favorite piece of chocolate.
“Hey, baby.” The sound of her voice matched the sensual vibe bouncing off the walls of our bedroom. My mood instantly perked up and my body came to attention. Alex was propped up on our bed, wearing only a shiny red smile and the pink sapphire and diamond pendant I gave her for Christmas. I couldn’t move. Every inch of my body was surging and throbbing.
“Hey.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was glistening from head to toe. My mind quickly filled with an array of things I wanted us to do. I was speechless. Since our honeymoon, my wife has learned to embrace her sensual side. She has amazed me with some of the things she has come up with. Tonight is right up there with me finding her naked on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn designating it sexy movie night. Or, the time I found her naked on the patio, saying it was a nice night for star gazing. Stargazing was her way of saying, she wanted to make love outside, under the stars. So far, I think my favorite was a toss up between this night and that time she surprised me in my office with a happy ending lap dance. God, I love my wife.
She tilted her head, looked up at me with those dangerous dark brown eyes, bit her lip, shifted a little on the bed and asked, “So, how much longer are you going to stand there staring at me?”
If I could get my legs to move, my mouth would have been tasting every inch of her. I didn’t want to blink, but I forced myself to. When I opened my eyes, she was still posed on the bed.
“Uhm…” I loosened my tie, unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, and the blood started to flow to my legs. I started walking towards the bed. “The house was dark and…,” I continued inching my way to the bed. “I thought I had missed my chance at…uhm…”
“A little hot chocolate…” she completed my statement as she stretched her hands above her head. It was like she was presenting herself to me. I was salivating and my pants were tight. I needed out of my clothes, and my tongue needed to be licking those supple breasts.
I tossed my jacket and tie across the room and they landed on the chaise in the corner. I stepped closer to the bed and finished undressing. I was as naked as Adam and sure my excitement level was equal to what he experienced the first time he saw Eve.
My eyes dropped to her breasts and their beauty overshadowed the magnificent pendant nestled between the two beautiful mounds of luscious mocha flesh I couldn’t wait to taste. When I saw the stone, this is how I pictured it…nestled between those two perfect breasts. My mouth was wet with desire.
She beckoned for me like a little puppy. I followed her command to join her. However, I didn’t climb the mountain immediately. I took the scenic route, enjoying the sweet and spicy taste of her skin. My mouth and tongue savored every inch of her hot skin. The swift intake of her breath as my mouth connected with the inside of her hot thigh, was the perfect aphrodisiac.
My eyes met hers as my hand brushed across her black curls. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I kissed my way up her stomach as she let out a deep moan. I raised up above her, lowered my mouth right above hers and kissed her neck. My not kissing her lips, aroused her even more.
“Baby…”
She went to wrap her hands around me, and I grabbed them and pinned them down. She looked at me, smiling. “I want to savor every bite of chocolate.”
I dragged my tongue around her breast and she arched up into my mouth. My body was reacting, but I wasn’t ready. I licked her other breast and she repeated the move. She tasted sweet and spicy, like chocolate. I took turns teasing and tasting her breasts and her cries grew louder.
“Baby…please…I need…”
I knew my wife’s body, how it reacts and responds. A slow drag of my tongue along her breasts and she arched into my mouth. A gentle tug on her nipple between my teeth and she cried out. I knew she was on the verge of exploding.
I brushed my tongue across her hard nipple and she cried out again. I cupped her other swollen breast and took my time as I brought her to the edge. She grabbed the sheets and arched up against my chest. She began to shake and I knew she was almost there. I gently grabbed her nipple between my teeth and she cried out again. Then I grabbed it’s twin between my fingers and was treated to another cry of approval. Her excitement continued to grow. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip and cried out, “More…” She pressed on my hand, directing me. I did as she requested and made love to her hot swollen breast with my tongue. Not to neglect its twin, but when the roof of my mouth connected with her nipple, she crashed. She looked beautiful lying there in a sea of pleasure, shaking and trembling.
I eased up to her ear. “Would you like some more?”
She nodded and softly uttered, “Yes, please.”
She was breathing hard, with her eyes closed. I parted her legs and eased my hand along the inside of her hot, wet thigh. Her skin was so hot, the heat scorched my fingers. I slowly eased my fingers inside that space that belonged to me and she surrounded me with her warmth.
I journeyed deeper following her lead. The steady rhythm stirred up her arousal. Her breathing turned into a series of deep sexy moans. I felt her tighten around my finger and she pressed down on my hand. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. I kissed her as my finger danced back and forth until she crashed. The sound of her giving in to her orgasm filled the room as she continued to spasm.
Her eyes were half open as I slowly removed my hand. I looked at my beautiful wife, and the glow on her face surpassed that of the pendant and the candlelight.
I eased up to her ear and asked, “May I have a taste?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Forty
Alex
* * *
I REALLY SHOULD HAVE STAYED home. I tried to stand up, but my legs were so sore…not to mention a few other places on my body. The lace of my bra felt like a razor, making small cuts on my nipples.
My phone rang with a familiar ring tone. I looked at the screen and my mind went back to last night and this morning, and I pressed the Answer Call button.
“Hey, baby.” I was hot all over.
“Hey, Beautiful.”
“Why did you let me leave the house?”
“Me? I tried to keep you in bed and from the sound of it, I was doing a very good job, until the phone rang.”
“Yes you were.”
I felt his remarks in the lower part of my body. I closed my eyes and tossed my head back, replaying this morning’s lovemaking session. Lovemaking isn’t even an accurate description. It was hot, morning sex.
When the phone rang this morning, I was just about to get my second helping of hot chocolate for breakfast. Forget about milk doing a body good. It was all about the spicy, hot chocolate loving that does a body good.
“And that you were.” I was picturing his hot mouth doing things to me that… “So, I was thinking, how about I come home as soon as this interview is over and we pick up where we left off?”
“What time should I pick you up?”
I looked at my watch. “Noon.” He started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m picking you up so we can have a nooner?”
I laughed. “I guess you are.”
“See you at noon, Beautiful, bye.”
“Bye.”
I started to cancel this interview, but it wouldn’t be very professional to cancel on short notice, especially since this was an article on “Successful Business Women in Los Angeles”. I didn’t see where I was that interesting, but if it would get publicity for the store, why not?
I looked at my watch, nine-thirty. This shouldn’t take more than an hour. Then I’d give Bas some notes, and it would be off to my play date with my husband.
I leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed, thinking about Moses. Knock…knock…knock. “Come in.”
The door opened and I got up and walked around the front of my desk.
“Alex, this is Tobias Watkins.”
Kim escorted him over and he looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place his face.
“Good morning.” We shook hands.
“Good morning, Miss Miller.”
“I’ll hold your calls Alex,” Kim said.
“Thank you.” I directed my attention to Tobias. “Have a seat. Interesting name.”
“It’s a family name.”
“Nice…very prestigious.”
“Thank you.” I watched him fumble in his bag. “I apologize. This is my first interview.”
“I understand. Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“While you get prepared, I’m going to grab a cup of coffee.” I needed more than coffee to keep my attention focused. My mind was on Moses and the shower we had this morning. I returned to my chair with my cup, sat down and crossed my legs. I took a couple of sips and placed the cup on the table. “Ready?”
“Yes. Miss Miller, what did you study in college?”
“I majored in English.”
“Please forgive me for saying this, but you’re very beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“How did you end up in retail?”
“I have always loved fashion. After college I thought about working at a fashion magazine, but I liked working with women, helping them discover their style.” I sipped some coffee.
“Do you regret not working for a magazine?”
“No. I think if I had worked at a magazine, my life would have been a lot more structured, and less creative.”
“Why a boutique, and not become a designer?”
“My heart isn’t in creating, but appreciating great craftsmanship and talent.”
“So, you didn’t study business at all?”
“No.”
“What kind of research did you do for your business?”
“None, really. Like I said, I have always loved fashion. Plus, I did an internship in Paris at Motif Magazine.” I sipped more coffee.
“Any plans for marriage?”
“I’m a newlywed.”
“So you have it all.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“It must be difficult juggling a growing empire with a personal life.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t call this an empire.”
“Not yet.” He smiled. “So, does your husband work with you?”
“No. He’s in the arts.”
“Any plans for children?”
“Some day.”
“Is there anything in your life you would change?”
“No.”
“That was a quick answer.”
“Excuse me?”
“Most people have at least one thing or event, if given the opportunity, they’d change. And you don’t have one?”
“No.”
“Interesting.”
“Let me ask you. Is there a thing or event you’d like to change?”
“My birthday.”
“What a strange answer. Why?”
“Because it would allow me to see my mother.”
“I’m sorry. Did she die giving birth?”
“No. She put me up for adoption. At least, that’s what my case worker said.”
“You don’t think that’s the truth?”
“No. I recently found out she and the family that was to adopt me, were told I died.”
“How sad. There are companies that specialize in helping children find their birth parents.”
“I’ve contacted one.”
“All the best to you.” I looked at my watch. “I have another…”
“Miss Miller…”
“Yes?”
“I think you’re my mother.”
“What!” I jumped up.
“I think you’re my mother.” He repeated the words. and I still didn’t know how to respond.
“You need to leave. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing--” He jumped up and grabbed my forearm.
“Please…hear me out. I was born at Cedars on July twenty-eight, twenty-one years ago.”
“Young man, I’m sorry, but it’s not possible for me to be your mother.”
“I checked with the hospital and there were only two black baby boys born that day, and the staff got a little confused. Your son was mixed up with another baby. The baby you thought was yours later died, but your son, me, was put up for adoption, so everyone thought.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not your mother, and if you don’t leave immediately, I’m going to call the police. I don’t know who put you up to this, but it’s not funny.” I broke his grasp, walked over to my desk and sent Bas a code pink text. Code Pink, means I’m in trouble. This was Moses’ idea after the cr
ap with my ex-husband and his family. Bas knows to drop everything and come to my office asap with Travis, my head of security.
“Please, Ms. Miller, hear me out, I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t believe you were my mother.” My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to faint. Could it be possible? Could my son be alive? Am I talking to Terrence? As I was about to give in to the thoughts, Bas walked in with Travis.
“What’s going on?” Bas asked.
“Bas, I need you and Travis to take this young man’s picture and post it throughout all the stores with instructions to have him arrested for trespassing, stalking, fraud, and whatever else you can come up with if he sets foot in any of the stores.”
“Consider it done.” He took his picture with his phone. “Travis, take his picture, and do as Alex said before escorting him out.”
“I’m on it.” Travis grabbed Tobias by the arm. “Let’s go.”
“Please, Ms. Miller--” He begged as Travis escorted him out. “Please…”
Bas closed the door and walked towards my desk. “Are you alright?”
“I need you to take me home, now.” I started gathering my things.
“I thought Moses was picking you up?”
“Are you going to take me home, or do I need to call a car?”
“Calm down. Tell me what happened?”
I couldn’t speak and my hands were shaking. “That boy says I’m his mother.”
“What!”
“He said I’m his mother.” I felt myself breaking down.
“Calm down.” He wrapped his arms around me, and the tears came like a floodgate.
“Why would someone do this?“ The tears were racing with the air in my lungs to see which was going to choke me first.
“Calm down. Look at me.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll call Moses and tell him I’m bringing you home, okay?” I nodded. “Get your things and I’ll be right back. I’ll get one of the guys to sit outside.”
I nodded.
Chapter Forty-One
Moses
* * *
I PACED BACK AND FORTH. Bas said Alex was physically fine, but I should have gone to get her myself. I didn’t like being in a state of limbo. I looked at my watch. Screw it.
