Consequences (3 page)

I smiled. “It was good. Women talked about how they loved their men, yet they weren't satisfying them in bed.”

He winked. “Glad you don't have that problem.”

“How do you know I don't?” I purred playfully.

“Because your man knows how to put it down.”

I started laughing and thought Donovan would join in, but instead his eyes darkened as he locked his gaze with mine.

“Oh, so you got jokes. Then I guess your man needs to show you.” In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms and his mouth covered mine hungrily. One thing about my husband, he was one helluva kisser. My arms circled his neck and I leaned forward and felt the strong pumping of his heart as he carried me upstairs to our bedroom. Already I could feel myself getting moist. Donovan was right. He knew how to put it down in the bedroom, and I was more than anxious to feel him sliding inside of me.

When we got into the room, he lowered me slowly to my feet. He raised his arms over his head while I pulled off his shirt and tossed it. Damn, I loved looking at his gorgeous body. My husband was redbone, five-ten with a medium build and a chest and arms that were the result of spending hours pumping iron at the gym. My eyes followed the narrow trail of dark hair over the ripples in his stomach. Donovan dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped forward.

“You want some of this, don't you?”

“You know I do, so quit playing,” I teased.

“How do you want it?” he asked, then reached up and released every button of my blouse.

“I want it long and hard,” I said, tossing the fabric onto the floor.

“I think I can handle that.” He grinned, flashing that smile I loved so much. My man had been blessed with perfect teeth.

“I missed you, Don. Now please make love to your horny wife before she explodes.”

“Well, we definitely can't be having that. Last thing I want is for your friends to think your man ain't on his job.”

“Then get wit it, sexy,” I said playfully.

“At your service, madam.” His erection thrust against my belly and I got all hot and bothered at the thought of my husband making love to me again.

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and tossed that sucker across the room, then waited while my husband slid my black lace panties over my hips and down to my ankles.

“Hold up. Don't move.”

Standing in front of him, I watched his eyes as they took their time traveling the length of my body.

“Dayum! How did I get to be so lucky?”

I giggled and kicked the panties away. “I guess it was your lucky day,” I cooed.

Donovan snaked a hand around my waist, pulling me against the length of his hard body. I drew in a sharp breath while he left a trail of kisses along my neck and cheek.

“I'm the lucky one,” I said.

Reaching down, I cupped my magic stick, stroking the length, and was already getting excited thinking about having all those inches pounding between my thighs. Before he was deployed, we'd had sex almost every day and dammit, I wanted those days back.

“I think someone misses me,” I purred as I stroked the tip of his dick with my thumb until Donovan sucked in a hiss.

“Hell yeah, I missed you.” One of his hands rounded my ass while the other eased my fingers from around his penis. “Yo, you better quit before it's over before we even get started.” Laughing, he backed me slowly toward the bed. “Lie down, baby,” he ordered.

He didn't need to tell me twice. I slid up on the bed and exhaled as his warm, hard body covered mine. Donovan stared down at me. “I haven't been taking care of my wife's needs. But all that's about to change.”

God, I hoped so.

His fingers traveled downward and didn't stop until he reached my slippery wet folds, where he slid two fingers inside.

“Yes.”
Moaning, I arched off the bed.

“You like that?” he urged.

I shuddered. “Yesss, you know I do.” Any attentive husband knew what it took to please his wife. Don pulled his fingers out to the fingertip and then pushed again, touching my G-spot. I was beyond ready and started rocking my hips, meeting his strokes. “Don . . . now . . . please hurry,” I whined, and was seconds away from exploding when Donovan slid down on the bed, positioning his head between my thighs.

“Hold up, Nikki. First I need to eat that pussy.” Pressing his mouth to my sensitive lips made me cry out with pleasure. Then he licked and sucked, getting his eat on until I thought I would lose my mind. “You taste so good.” He stroked me up, down, and around, using his tongue and teeth with this move that jerked my hips up off the mattress. And when he sucked at my swollen clit, I was squirming on the bed and moaning hysterically.

“Oooh . . . baby!” And then I came hard enough that I felt like I was having a seizure. My entire body shuddered until his tongue took that final stroke across my clit. I was delirious with need by the time Don moved up on the bed and spread my thighs wide.

“You missed Daddy?” he asked.

“Yes, Mama missed you,” I panted. My body was weak with need. “Now, please. I
need
you inside of me.” With one push my baby drove inside and I cried out in shock, then exhaled and drew him deeper.

“Nikki . . . oooh, baby,” he groaned, then began thrusting, pounding his length into me. I cried out his name and raised my legs back toward my shoulders, wanting to feel all of him, driving deeper. Each thrust wasn't enough until an entire week of pent-up frustration burst free.

“Don! Yesss . . .
yesss!
” I cried out with incredible force.

“That's it,” Donovan groaned as I squeezed my walls tightly around his dick. Then he began to move faster, and the muscles along his back tensed. “Aughhh!” he cried out as he came, then collapsed on top of me.

I smiled and trailed soft, wet kisses along his shoulder. How I loved him. This was the man I had loved since junior high. We took it slow. I didn't give him my virginity until our sophomore year, and I never regretted it. As soon as we graduated high school, we got married and I never looked back.

“I love you, Nikki.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “And I love you.”

And then I prayed that things could stay that way. Although at the back of my mind, I already knew that before things finally got better, it was going to get a lot worse.

I just had no idea how bad.

4

Trinette

I pulled into the parking lot and was pleased to see staff parking spaces were available close to the building. Trust me,
that
was a good thing. I didn't know what it was with kids, but the students attending the community college where I worked as a program coordinator were either too stupid to read the RESERVED parking signs or just didn't give a damn, because most times they were taking up staff parking. My parking. Trust and believe, Ms. Netta had no problem calling security and demanding that he put tickets on all their damn cars.

I climbed out of my CLK500 Mercedes, then straightened my gray Gucci skirt, making sure there wasn't a wrinkle in place. I spent a great deal of money making sure I looked good, and rumpled was unacceptable. Satisfied I looked fabulous as ever, I sashayed toward the building.

Students were hurrying off to class, but I saw the way they were looking at me out of the corners of their eyes. Hey, what can I say? I'm a bona fide dime piece.

As I drew closer to the building, I could feel my temperature rising. It wasn't because it was April and the forecast was seventy degrees. Nope. I felt like that at just the thought of seeing Jrue again. I didn't know what it was about that fine brotha, but he was like potato chips. One was never enough. I couldn't wait to feel his arms wrapped around me and those juicy, thick lips pressed against mine.

“Good morning, Trinette.”

I swept my fabulous weave over one shoulder and gave the security guard, Herschel, a nipple-clenching smile. “How's it going, handsome?” He was nothing to look at with his highwater slacks and round belly, but if I wanted him to keep dishing out parking tickets when I needed, then I had to be willing to throw him a bone every now and then.

I moved into the building and immediately my eyes were drawn to the clock up on the wall. I was thirty minutes late—not that I was really that concerned. After all, I was sexing the boss. Besides, I had something important to do this morning. In a couple of hours, I would have answers and could get past my ridiculous
situation
and enjoy a fabulous weekend.

Pregnant? Me? There was no way in hell I was having a baby. The Lord knew who to bless with babies, and that woman wasn't me. I was selfish and spoiled. Some things were just meant to be, and that wasn't one of those things. Besides, I'd been having cramps all morning and was certain my period was going to start before Sunday.

As soon as I stepped into the Career Pathways office, I was met by the smell of our administrative assistant Josie's cheap perfume. I started to think that chick bathed in that shit.

“Good morning,” I said as I swung my hips down the hall, giving my best Miss America wave. Sometimes I can't believe how beautiful I really am.

I worked as a program coordinator for the Great Expectations program at John Tyler Community College. I helped children who've grown up in foster care gain access to higher education and transition successfully from the foster care system to living independently. I took care of their tuition, purchased their books, and even helped the single moms find daycare if needed. It was a rewarding opportunity, and I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have been blessed with such an amazing job. But the icing on the cake was the director of the Career Pathways department, Jrue Jarmon.

I unlocked the door and stepped into my small office, then slid behind my desk. From the other end of the hall I could hear Jrue on the phone, and that man had my heart pounding hard beneath my breasts. Quickly, I reached into my middle desk drawer for a handheld mirror and made sure my makeup and hair were still perfect, and wasn't at all surprised to find that they were.

By the time I had my computer booted and tuned in to
The Steve Harvey Morning Show,
I heard the clicking of high heels coming down the hall. Zakiya popped up at my door.

“What's up, girl?”

I looked up and took a moment to assess her attire, and had to give her a nod of approval for the animal print wrap dress she was rocking. Even her weave looked good. Zee was a pretty woman. Not as cute as me, but definitely on point. No offense, but I'm a caramel deluxe, so it takes a lot to compare to a size sixteen beauty like myself.

Since I'd started working at the college, Zakiya and I had become close as I could ever come to being friends with a chick besides Nikki. Nikki and I grew up together and are like sisters. But Zakiya was cool people. We shopped and hung out at the clubs together on occasion. She wasn't Nikki, but she'd do.

“Good morning, Trinette. Dory was by this morning looking for you.”

Dory was part of the Great Expectations program. She had spent years in foster care after being sexually abused by her father. Her mother had turned a blind eye just like mine had when I was her age. One of the reasons why I had majored in social work was because I wanted to make a difference for these kids, and it was hard not to feel sorry for each and every one of them. I knew what they had gone through. I felt their pain, and that's what made me so passionate about my job.

“Did she say what she wanted?”

Zakiya shook her head and I loved the way her weave swung along her shoulders. Yep, she definitely had spent money on some good-quality hair.

“She showed up with little Quita. She was running all over the place. I thought Jrue was going to have a fit when she ran into his office. That man knows absolutely nothing about kids.” She laughed.

Just the mention of Jrue and kids made my stomach do a nervous roll. He didn't have any and neither did I, and as far as I knew that's the way we both wanted it. I nodded. “I'll give her a call.”

I was hoping Zee would have gone on down the hall to her own office, because I knew for a fact she had plenty of work to do. She monitored the Dual-Enrollment program, which were high-school students taking free college courses for credits. Jrue had mentioned during one of our lovemaking sessions that he was still waiting on this month's status report. But instead of leaving, she stepped farther into the room.

“So what you got planned for the weekend?”

I grinned. “Leon and I are going to see Kevin Hart this weekend.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the stand-up comedian's name. “Ooh, girl! I wanted to see that show, but there were no good seats left.”

That's because her husband wasn't the CFO of one of the most powerful banks in America like mine. Leon had connections, so there were always tickets to concerts and sporting events. Nothing but the best for me, and Leon made sure I got it.
Always.
The lifestyle he provided was the main reason why our relationship had lasted as long as it had. The other was I truly did love my husband in my own unique way.

We were talking about how funny Kevin Hart had been in
Think Like a Man
when Jrue appeared in my doorway. Oh, that man is gorgeous, with his dark chocolate skin, goatee, and midnight black eyes.

“Good morning, Trinette.”

I leaned back in the chair and greeted him with a smile. “Good morning, Jrue.”

I noticed the way Zakiya was staring at my man like she wanted to lick him up and down like a Popsicle. He definitely had that effect on women. Luckily, I was the only woman he had eyes for.

“Could I have a moment with you to discuss something private?” he asked and looked so serious I sat up straight on the chair.

“Uh . . . sure.” I glanced over at Zakiya, hoping she caught the hint and was glad she had.

“I'll see you at lunch,” Zakiya mumbled before she walked out of my office and closed the door behind her with a click.

Jrue stared at me as if he were a starving man and I was the main course. He reached over, turned the lock, and then walked toward my desk. “Hey, sexy.” He stopped in front of me.

“Hello yourself.” Smiling, I flipped my hair away from my face and tilted my chin to greet his succulent mouth. As soon as our lips met, a warm feeling flooded my body. It was an emotion that was so new to me. I'm not going to lie. It felt so good. I was so crazy about this dude that I didn't know where my head was most times. The second his tongue slipped between my lips, my coochie started throbbing. I just loved the way Jrue kissed me. He made me feel loved and special. When he finally broke the kiss, he stared down at me with those beautiful, dark eyes of his. I just loved black men.

“I missed you. I was starting to wonder if you were coming in this morning.”

I sighed, then nodded my head. “I had a . . . I was just running late this morning.”

“I'm glad you could make it.” He kissed me gently once more.

I grinned up at him. “So am I.”

Jrue took my hand, then lifted me onto the end of my desk and stood between my parted thighs. “I woke up this morning with a hard dick.”

“Really? Then you shoulda asked your wife to take care of you,” I said with a playful eye roll.

He stepped closer, reaching for me. “I don't want my wife . . . I want you.”

I smirked. Of course he did.

He didn't even wait for a response. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of my skirt and grazed my throbbing kitty-cat. Cocky ass.

“What are you doing?” I asked like I didn't already know. He had an insatiable habit of scheduling private meetings in my office.

“What do you think?” Jrue murmured, then leaned forward and claimed my mouth in a kiss so filled with hunger I had to hold on to keep from falling. Oh, how I loved this man.

“I missed you last night,” he mentioned between kisses.

I leaned back. “I guess you should've canceled dinner with your wife.” I rolled my eyes and was still pissed at him for canceling on me. We had been meeting at the Holiday Inn in Colonial Heights every Thursday evening for the last six months. His wife had the nerve to drag my man to a fundraiser with her. Sometimes I wondered who was wearing the pants in that relationship.

“I'll make it up to you . . . I promise.” Jrue's skillful hands roamed over my luscious curves before finally settling on top of my ass, where he gripped and squeezed, making sure I knew how hard his dick was.

Hell yeah, I noticed.

“Nasty ass,” I whispered. I got a kick out of our little game. “That's all that's ever on your mind.” That wasn't completely true, but it felt good saying it.

Jrue lifted a hand and caressed the side of my face. “Baby, you have that kinda effect on me.”

“Is that so?” I said, gazing up adoringly into his eyes.

“Yes, that's so,” he confirmed.

My nipples were hard, not to mention heat was settling between my thighs. His tongue eased into my mouth and I met his confident strokes. I moaned, then leaned forward, pressing my pelvis against his, desperate to feel every inch of him. And my man had plenty.

Jrue's hands clutched at my hips, holding me to him. It was his way of letting me know without a doubt what he wanted from me. “I need some pussy,” he hissed.

“Is that so?” I whispered. Who was I to deny him what he wanted? Especially when I wanted him as well. With Jrue I had found my sexual equal.

Jrue sucked and licked at my throat. My breasts swelled and my nipples puckered. “Play with my titties,” I commanded. Naturally, my man aimed to please and grabbed the twins.

I had to struggle to keep my voice down to a soft moan, which wasn't easy to do, considering how good Jrue made me feel. I already had a suspicion the other women in the office knew what was going on. I saw the looks and the way they rolled their eyes every time Jrue said he needed to talk to me
in private.
Jealous hos.

One of his hands continued to play with my breasts while the other left my hips and smoothed its way down under my skirt again. As soon as I felt his warm touch, I shuddered with excitement.

“What's wrong?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I breathed. Except that touching my inner thigh was not enough. I wanted those long fingers to climb higher, where I needed to feel him most.

As if he could read my mind, Jrue growled against my throat. His fingers slid upward and the closer he got, the tighter my muscles clenched. I braced myself and the second he stroked my clit, my eyelids flew open with a gasp. The intense look on his face was almost my undoing. Lust was blazing in his dark eyes while his hand cupped my coochie possessively.

“Jrue,” I warned.

“What's wrong? You want me to stop?” he asked as he slipped a finger under the elastic band at my crotch and stroked.

“Yes . . . no.” I licked my lips, trying to stifle a moan. I couldn't think straight when he touched me like that. “You're starting something.”

He arched a brow at me. “That's the plan.” He separated my lips and stroked my swollen clit while he spoke. “You're wet. Seems to me I'm not the only one who's horny.”

“Yes, God, yes,” I whimpered. Jrue always did have a way with words.

“Then let's get this party started. Turn around,” he ordered.

His words were music to my ears. I loved doggy-style.

I swung around and Jrue lightly pushed at the center of my back, drawing me down until I was flat against the desk. Without hesitation, he lifted my skirt over my hips. “Damn,” he hissed softly.

I smiled and could just imagine how I looked leaning over the desk, with my phat caramel ass in the air, thighs slightly parted, and his gaze devouring me from my ass down to my brand-new pair of Manolos. Did I mention how much I enjoyed fucking in designer pumps?

“Spread your legs.”

I assumed the position. It wasn't the first time we had made love in my office.