“Fuck you and fuck Korey too. You are going to pay me for my car, and when I send you the entire bill, I’m giving you a week to pay it. If you do not, that will only mean trouble for you. I don’t have to tell you what kind of trouble, and if you think I’m playing, I dare you to try me.”
“I’ll send your freaking money to you, but I want you to leave. Leave me the hell alone and don’t ever come around me again.”
“Watch your mouth. And since it’s running so much, I assume you’ve told Liz why I was at the movies that day, right?”
“I haven’t told Liz anything, and I’m glad you’re fucking her husband. If she wouldn’t have fired me, I would tell her every single thing I know. So have fun with him, and all of you crazy-ass people can go to hell. Just leave me alone! Please!”
At this point, I didn’t care if Claudette told Liz or not. I’d have to answer to her sooner or later, and Steven did too. I put my skirt back on, and after I gave Claudette’s man my phone number to reach me, I left.
I was horny as hell, so I called Steven to make arrangements to hook up. He told me he’d be off by seven, no later than eight. But when I called his office, he was still there. I was already at the hotel waiting for him, and I asked what time he thought he could make it.
“Give me about another hour, maybe hour and a half. I will get there as soon as I can, and do not take your sweet self home.”
“I won’t. Just hurry.”
“I’m doing my best.”
I hung up, feeling disappointed that he was tied up at work. It had been several weeks since we’d been together sexually, and he had already broken our agreement about me getting it at least three times a week. Besides, after my experience on the cruise, I was ready for some real meat. I quickly covered myself with a cotton robe and slid into my sandals. I drove to Steven’s office, and saw his car parked in the parking lot with several others. Steven always told me to park around back, so I did. I wasn’t sure if anyone else was in the office with him. I didn’t see anyone, but when I looked inside, the lights were on in some of the offices. The doors to the lobby stayed open until ten o’clock, so I went inside, going directly to Steven’s office. His door was open, and like always, he was leaned back in the chair with papers in his hand. I cleared my throat and he lifted his head.
“Woman, you are so darn hardheaded, aren’t you?”
“About what? Instead of taking my sweet self home, I came here.” I opened my robe, revealing a sliver of my nakedness underneath. “I was getting so bored at the hotel, and by the time you got there, I figured I’d be asleep.”
I closed his door and slowly walked over to him. I sat on top of his desk, and he laid his papers next to me. His eyes scanned down my body and he rose up, standing directly in front of me.
“You are so damn sexy,” he said, easing his hands inside of my robe to feel my naked body. Our lips met up, and it felt so magnificent to taste his tongue again. He removed the robe from my shoulders and placed tender kisses on my chest.
“Mmm, you smell delicious. I got a feeling that this pussy is going to feel spectacular to me tonight.”
“I got you covered.”
I started to remove Steven’s tie, but when we saw headlights shining through from outside, Steven stepped away to peek out of his blinds. His head jerked back.
“Uh, that’s Liz’s car. I told—”
Before he could say anything else, I hurried off his desk and closed the robe in front of me. It was too late for me to run out of his office, so I switched to Plan B. The only place I could go was underneath his desk. My forehead was starting to sweat and my heart was racing fast. Steven was squeezing his forehead, and he quickly plopped down in his chair to calm his nerves. He scooted his chair up to his desk and I could hear something like a pen tapping on his desk. A few minutes later, a knock was on the door and Liz opened it.
“Hey, baby,” Steven said. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to surprise you with something to eat. When we talked earlier, you sounded exhausted, and I knew you hadn’t had anything to eat.”
“Thank you. That was so sweet of you.”
I assumed she was coming closer because Steven scooted further in to his desk. I could see a shadow of her heels in front of his desk, and it sounded as if she put something on top of it. Steven slightly lifted himself from his seat, and that’s when I heard a tiny kiss. I heard movement, and I could tell Liz had taken a seat. Steven adjusted himself in the chair, then scooted into the desk again. I had a wonderful view from underneath his desk. Even his shiny black expensive leather shoes turned me on.
“How much longer are you going to be?” Liz asked.
“At least another hour or two. Go ahead and go home. I’ll meet you there. If you stay here, you know I won’t get anything done.”
“I promise not to mess with you, even though I have a difficult time restraining myself around you.”
Hell, she wasn’t the only one. I definitely knew how she felt. I had already started to rub my hands on Steven’s legs, and when I touched between them, his leg movements stopped. I touched his dick and started massaging it.
“It’s difficult for me to restrain myself too,” he said. “But I’ve got to get this work done. I’m meeting with my client first thing tomorrow morning. Give me about an hour, and I will do my best to hurry home.”
“I’ll have your bathwater waiting. One hour, Steven, and let this job go. You and I both have got to stop giving so much of ourselves to our careers. I would love to take a vacation with you soon. Let’s plan to do so very soon, okay?”
“We will. I know exactly how you feel. We do need some time for ourselves.”
“I agree.”
I heard movement, and could hear Liz’s heels on the floor. I figured she was walking to the door.
“Liz,” Steven said.
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. See you at home.”
The sounds of her heels faded. Steven backed away from his desk, but told me not to move yet. He peeked through his blinds, and when the headlights went away, he stood up. I came from underneath the desk, and had never seen him look so flustered. He rubbed his face.
“Listen. I’ll give you a call later this week. If I don’t get home in an hour, she may get suspicious.”
“And? I’m sorry to hear that. If you have only an hour, then I recommend that you spend your time wisely. You know how to do that, don’t you?”
Steven stood for a moment, debating with himself and the time. I already knew what his decision would be, and when he removed his tie, I awaited him on the couch. We in no way wrapped it up in an hour, and after two long hours, I was sure when he got home he would have some explaining to do. If only I could be a fly on the wall.
Chapter 13
For the next two weeks, I was without Steven. We talked on the phone, but he had one excuse after another as to why we couldn’t get together. The average person would have sweated him to death, or probably cried because she felt kicked to the curb or disrespected by his actions. An argument was bound to happen, but he wasn’t getting any arguments from me. I in no way showed insecurities, and that caused Steven to kiss my butt. Plan B was to cancel him soon and find myself another man, but I wasn’t quite ready to do that yet. He had sent me the money to get my car fixed, and I came out ahead when Claudette had sent her money too. Steven had even sent me some roses with a card attached, apologizing for our sudden setback that he promised to soon correct. I knew that it wasn’t his fault that Liz was being a burden, and damn her for interrupting us that day. I could feel the intensity in my bones for him, and the cravings I had for him were like being addicted to crack. Well, maybe not crack, let’s just be a bit more sensible and say chocolate.
When Steven called and told me Liz was finally taking her business trip, I was in a forgiving mood. According to him, she would be gone from Thursday to Sunday. I had already started to plan out ea
ch day, and Steven told me that we could do anything I wanted. Whatever it was, he said that he was down with it. All I wanted to do was let him hold me throughout the night, place gentle kisses on my forehead, wash me in the shower, bring me breakfast in bed… Okay, so I was lying. What I really wanted was to feel him inside of me, and as long as he was doing that, I was fine.
As expected, the week dragged on. I did get a surprise in the mail this week, and when I saw Steve’s name on the envelope, I couldn’t wait to see what was inside. It was the magazines that he had sent me, and on the cover of a well-known explicit magazine was a body shot of him sprawled out on the cover. I couldn’t wait to look through the pictures inside, and grinned my butt off while flipping through them one by one. Steve was definitely the sexiest man alive. The other magazine wasn’t so explicit. It was a men’s clothing magazine, but in each picture his carved chest was showing and the clothes he wore were pretty costly. I felt so lucky to have shared those two nights with him, and even though they weren’t everything that I wanted them to be, it was something I’d never forget. I kept the magazines on my coffee table, and couldn’t wait to show them to Veronica or anyone else who wanted to see them.
Finally, according to Steven, Liz was gone and I could come right on over. I took an overnight bag with me, and stuffed it with several sexy pieces of lingerie and some casual clothes. Within the hour, I was at Steven’s house, parking my car far down the street. I knocked on the door, and the moment he opened it, the adventure was on. We kissed our way up the steps, and as Steven removed my clothes on the way up, he playfully tossed them in the air, causing them to drop in the foyer. He couldn’t wait to get me in his bed, and the thick comforter and silk sheets felt magnificent against my skin. I surely felt at home. I made a mental note to ask Liz where in the hell she’d gotten the mattress and just what kind it was. I fell back on the bed, and my head sunk into the plush soft pillows. Steven was already down low, tasting my sweetness. I closed my eyes, telling him how much I enjoyed these intense and risky moments with him. He couldn’t even respond; all he could do was nod.
Now that I was at Steven’s house with him, time wanted to move by quickly. I cuddled in bed with him last night, and slept like a baby as he secured me in his arms. Liz had called to let Steven know she’d made it to her destination. He had even chatted with her through his video Web camera and microphone, with his laptop resting on his chest. He was flat on his back, and he looked at her as she complained to him about being in a crappy hotel room. I was out of the laptop’s view, but was giving him pleasure with my mouth, underneath the sheets. He quickly wrapped up his conversation with her, and we were already on day number two.
The day started with breakfast in bed. I told Steven to stay put, and went into the kitchen to whip up something. It wasn’t much, but a bowl of cereal, some toast, and orange juice suited us just fine. I was impressed by how well Liz kept her kitchen. Everything was in place, and she was one very organized woman. The whole kitchen was spotless, and after I got finished with our breakfast, I was sure to put her kitchen back to the condition in which she’d had it. That was the least I could do for her.
I carried the tray upstairs and gave Steven his plate. While lying sideways on the bed with my clothes off, I put my plate in front of me. Steven, however, sat against the headboard.
“Why you burn my toast?” he asked, turning it over. I laughed because I thought the toast was a bit crisp.
“See, what happened was… That toaster was kind of tricky. I set the timer, but it didn’t flip up the toast when I expected it to.”
Steven smacked my butt, and put his plate aside to get after me. He lay on my backside, while pecking my shoulders.
“Are you having yourself a good time?” he asked.
I rolled on my back, just so I could look into his eyes. He cradled me underneath him. “I’m having a superb time. Thank you for making this happen. I appreciate your efforts.”
“You’d better,” he said. “And it only gets better from here.”
I doubted that, simply because all good things come to an end. After we ate breakfast, Steven told me to chill out for a while and make myself at home. Since it was Friday, he said that he had to go to his office in the basement to handle a few things. He promised not to be long, and in his absence, I got comfortable in bed. I watched two of my favorite soap operas that I hadn’t seen in a long time, and checked out a few reruns of some reality TV shows.
After a while, I started to get bored, so I went downstairs to find Steven. He was typing on his laptop computer, while sitting at his desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck, rubbing his chest.
“You really are all work and no play. I don’t think I could ever be married to you because you work too much for me.”
“Working is the key to making money. I gotta make money, don’t I? Especially living in this kind of house.”
“I know, but I’m getting so bored. I wanted to watch a movie with you, and didn’t you tell me the other day that you could do a better job shaving me?”
Steven chuckled, and I thought about what led to us having that conversation. He said that he liked my coochie shaved bald, but I said that I liked it trimmed. I told him that if he wanted it that way, then he’d have to do it himself.
“You’re not going to let me get any work done this weekend, are you?”
“No. None. This is a very rare occasion and we really need to take advantage of it.”
Steven followed me upstairs to the master bathroom.
“Sit between the Jack and Jill sinks,” he ordered. “Let me have some for-real fun.”
He sat in front of me, then opened a drawer next to him. Inside were a new pack of razors and he placed them on the counter. He got a thick towel and laid it on the counter as well. He looked between my legs and rubbed his hands together.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “What if you cut me? I’m nervous about this. My stuff is already shaved enough.”
“If I cut you, I’ll suck your blood. I love the way you have it trimmed, I just want to see what it looks like all shaved off.”
I bravely opened my legs wider.
Steven snapped his fingers. “Shit, I almost forgot. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He left the bathroom, and came back moments later with a whipped cream container in his hand. I cracked up, as he was so very creative. He shook the container and sat back in the chair. As he covered my pussy with the new form of shaving cream, it was awfully cold. He spread the cream with his fingers, then licked off the leftovers. When he picked up the razor, I had an unsure look on my face.
“Relax,” he said. “I got this.”
I looked down and watched as he carefully slid the blade over my goods. Not a string of hair was on the blade, only a bunch of cream.
“Ouch,” I shouted. “You cut me.”
I knew what that meant, and Steven tossed the razor behind him. He squirted more cream in his mouth, and dove in to clean up his mess. He did get around to shaving me, and he stood behind me as we looked in the mirror to comment on my new look.
“I don’t like it.” I pouted. “It’s too bald.”
“Oh, I love it. It looks sexier, and now I can really see how fat and juicy it is.”
I still disagreed, and after we took a quick shower, we got in bed to watch a movie. As soon as the movie started, the instant message sound on his laptop went off, letting him know that a message was waiting. He turned down the volume on the TV, and when he opened his laptop, he connected with Liz through the video Web camera.
“Hi,” I could hear her saying.
“Hello,” he said into the microphone. “I take it you’ve been in meetings all day, since you’re just now calling me?”
“I called earlier, but you didn’t answer the phone. I left you a message. You didn’t get it?”
“I haven’t checked the messages yet.”
“Well, I am so out of here tomorrow. I have been in meetings, but have made lit
tle progress. I can’t wait to tell you about Mr. Aimes, and, baby, I am really considering quitting my job. If I do, will you support me on my decision? I’m getting so tired of the disorganization with this company, and it’s starting to stress me.”
“Of course I’ll support you. You know we’ll be okay financially, and if you need to take some time off work, do it.”
“I knew you’d say that. It means a lot to me, and I can’t wait to get out of here tomorrow. My plane leaves at 5:00 P.M., and I should be in St. Louis by eight. Can you pick me up at the airport?”
“No problem. Get some rest, baby, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You get some rest too. Love you.”
“Ditto.”
Steven put the laptop on his nightstand, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that they had the perfect marriage. They were so cordial to each other, and there was no doubt in my mind that the love was definitely there. Basically, Steven had it made, but all of the love that he seemed to have from Liz, I guess for him, wasn’t enough. Greed was something else, and he had the best of any and everything he wanted. A lot of men did, and nothing personal, but I just wanted to make sure I had the best of everything too.
Since Liz was due back tomorrow, she cut my time with Steven by one full day. I had to make the best of it, and after the movie went off, we took a nap. The nap extended into the wee hours of the morning, and I was awakened from my sleep by Steven’s roaming hands.
“Wake up,” he whispered in my ear. We both lay sideways, but he was behind me. He lifted my leg over his, entering me from behind. We went at it for hours, until the sun had come up on us. By then, we were too tired to get out of bed, and had fallen back asleep in each other’s arms.
I was knocked out, lying between Steven’s legs. I heard him mumble something, but couldn’t make out what he’d said.
“What did you say?” I asked in a groggy tone.
He yawned. “I… I said what’s that smell.”
“What smell?” I inhaled, but really couldn’t smell anything. “I don’t smell anything.”
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