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Authors: Brenda Jackson

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“And I like being kissed by you,” she said honestly. “Please do it again.”
And he did.
“Have you told Sonya about the baby yet?”
Joe glanced over at Suzette. God, he hoped it wasn't going to be one of those days. He was getting too old for this. “No, I haven't told her.”
“Why?”
He rolled his eyes. “Mainly because I haven't spoken with her since she's been back from her honeymoon. She's a married woman now with a husband to take care of.”
Suzette snorted. “But that didn't keep her from having a party, a party we didn't get invited to.”
He wished for once he could come home to relax and not to his wife's bitching. “According to Peggy, Sonya didn't give the party. Carla did.”
“I don't care who gave it,” she snapped. “We weren't invited. If you ask me, we barely got invited to the wedding.”
He sighed, wondering why she was bringing all that back up again. She had beat it to death last month. “I don't
want to talk about it, Suzette. You've made it known to all who want to hear, just how you feel.”
“Well, that's not good enough. I want to have a party. Here.”
“And who will you invite?” He didn't want to have to remind her that she had few friends. She'd even lost those she had before marrying him after rubbing in their faces the things she had and they didn't.
“I'll think of somebody,” she said, smiling excitedly.
“We don't have money for a party, Suzette,” he said firmly.
“Sure we do. You work every day.”
And he knew he would be working for a long while to come if he continued to let her spend all their money. He had put her on a budget, but that hadn't worked. “We don't have money for a party, Suzette,” he repeated.
He figured she finally heard him loud and clear, because after muttering a few choice words, she turned and stormed out of the room.
He pulled himself up off the sofa, deciding to call Sonya. He'd rather tell her in person, but Suzette had taken that opportunity away from him. Out of spite, Suzette wouldn't hesitate to call Sonya herself and tell her. It was best that his daughter hear it from him. Taking his cell phone, he headed out to the garage, where he could make a call in private.
“Barbara, I think I'll go out for a walk. Do you want to join me?” Ron asked, knowing that she wouldn't want to.
While at the salon, she had gotten her toes done, too, and he doubted she wanted to mess anything up with a pair of walking shoes.
“Yes, I'll join you.”
He swirled around, surprised she had accepted his invitation.
She raised a brow. “What's wrong?”
He shrugged and tried not to show his disappointment. “Nothing. I'm just surprised you'd want to go. You're going to mess up your toenails when you put on your walking shoes.”
She looked down at her feet. “No, I won't, since I'm wearing my open-toe sandals. And they are so comfortable. I'll be fine,” she said, crossing the room and taking his hand in hers.
He wanted to snatch his hand back but didn't. She was screwing up his plans for the afternoon.
“So where are we walking?” she asked.
“Nowhere in particular. I thought we'd take a leisurely stroll.”
“All right.”
On their way out the door, she leaned over and whispered, “And I have a surprise for you tonight, Ron.” By the tone of her voice, he knew whatever surprise she had would be sexual in nature. She probably had purchased a sexy nightgown or something.
“A surprise?” He gave her a forced smile. “I like surprises.”
She chuckled as he ushered her out the door and said, “I know you do.”
Mike glanced up when Sonya walked into the room. He immediately stood up from his desk when he saw a strange look on her face. “What is it, honey?”
He held out his arms, and she walked straight into them, not even wondering how he knew she needed a hug. She looked at him, into his gorgeous blue eyes that were tinged with concern. “That was Dad. He had something to tell me.”
“What?”
“He and Suzette are having a baby.”
Mike didn't say anything for a moment, and then he said, “And?”
She pulled back and glanced up at him with a puzzled look on her face. “And what?”
“And what else is there?”
She frowned. “What makes you think there's more?”
“Because you're upset.”
“Yes, I'm upset. Don't you think that's enough to get me upset?” she snapped.
“No, honestly I don't. Your father and Suzette are married. She's young and although he's older, evidently he can still produce babies. What's the big deal?”
Sonya pulled out of his arms and glared at him. The issue of her parents was one they could never agree on. “The big deal, Mike, is that my father is too old to have a baby.”
“If he isn't too old to make one, then he's not too old to have one.”
Sonya ignored him and kept talking. “When that child is graduating from high school, Dad will probably be in a nursing home.”
“You don't know that, Sonya.”
“Maybe not for certain, but chances are that he will be.”
“Okay, so what's your point?”
She placed her hand on her hips. “My point is, and I repeat, my father is too old to have a baby. Suzette got pregnant on purpose to tie him to her.”
Mike laughed. “Sweetheart, do you honestly think Suzette forced your father to perform in bed with her?”
“Mike, this isn't funny.”
“You're right. It isn't.” He reached out, and although she tried to resist him, he pulled her back into his arms. “You want to know what I think?”
“No.”
He smiled when he placed her head beneath his chin. “I'm going to tell you anyway. I think you're jealous.”
She jerked back, bumping his chin in the process. “I am not jealous.”
“Aren't you? For years you never shared your father. Then you had to share him with Suzette and now a new baby. Yes, you're jealous.”
“You don't know that, Mike.”
“No, but I know you. Get over it. Get over Suzette. Get over them.”
Sonya shook her head. “I can't. They hurt Mom. I'm the one who went through hell when she couldn't handle her husband of thirty years leaving her for a younger woman.”
“Yes, they did hurt your mom. They also hurt you. But life goes on, Sonya. Your mom is doing fine now, and so are you. And as for your father and Suzette, be happy for them. They deserve each other. Think positive. You're getting a baby sister or brother.”
“Mike, I—”
He didn't let her finish. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The touch of his lips on hers immediately silenced her. They also inflamed her senses and made her think of one thing—one person. Mike.
She felt herself being pulled down with him to the sofa. She didn't protest. Nor did she resist. When her back touched the leather cushions, she gazed up at him and said, “You know we haven't finished talking about that, don't you.”
He stood back and began removing his shirt. He smiled down at her with sparkling blue eyes. “Yes, we have.”
Ron eased out of bed and glanced at the bathroom door. Barbara was taking a mighty long time coming out of it, he thought, annoyed. She had gone into the bathroom a few moments ago and had been locked in there ever since. So she had bought a new nightgown, big deal. How many new ones had he seen so far on this trip? At least five. And all of them had been cute and typical Barbara. Nothing to make him go hard or would make him want to rip the material off her body.
His mind then shifted to Ashira. He had tried reaching
her again and hadn't made a connection. Where the hell was she? He had tried sneaking away, but Barbara hadn't allowed him any free time. And she still insisted that she would be going to the fitness center with him in the morning.
“Ron?”
His brow creased when he glanced at the bathroom door. It was cracked a little. “What?”
“Are you ready?”
As ready as I'm going to ever be
, he thought. But to her he said. “Yes, I'm ready.”
Not hard but ready,
he didn't tack on.
“Okay, I'm coming out.”
Whatever.
He watched the bathroom door open just a little wider and then a little more. He was sitting there getting bored to tears when suddenly it was flung wide open. He sat straight up. “Holy shit!”
The words escaped his lips before he could call them back. The woman standing in the doorway was wearing a black barely-there something. And it looked damn good on her. Barbara always had a nice shape, and tonight she was working it in that skimpy material.
“Wh-what are you doing?” His tongue felt thick in his mouth.
She smiled at him in a way he'd never seen her smile before. She then began walking toward him, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. When she walked, he could clearly see the dark triangle between her thighs.
“Come here, Ron.”
She wasn't asking him. She was telling him. She'd never been bossy in the bedroom. He liked it. His body suddenly began to ache. He immediately felt hard. Fire was raging through his loins. Barbara had never been able to get this sort of a reaction out of him. And just from seeing her in a gown that showed more of her nakedness than he was used to being displayed. And to top it off, she was wearing stiletto heels. He'd totally forgotten what nice legs she had.
“Ron?”
He slowly pulled himself from the chair and began walking over toward her. The hardness of his prick made it seem like he was carrying an extra load. The look in her eyes promised that she would lighten it. Blood began gushing through his veins.
He came to a stop in front of her. “Take off your pajamas and lie on the bed, Ron.”
He did as she ordered. He stretched out, wondering what she planned to do. It didn't take long for her to show him. She eased on the bed with him and started kissing him on his mouth. Then moved lower. He closed his eyes, not believing this. Wondering if she was really going to do what he hoped to God she was.
The instant her lips touched his prick, he almost bucked off the bed. Desire, as raw as it could get, cut through him. He could feel his testicles throbbing, his member hardening. And when she sucked him into her mouth, he released one hell of a loud moan. He couldn't believe it. This was his wife, and she was going down on him, and she seemed to be enjoying it.
Then he felt himself about to come and knew exactly where he wanted to be when he did. Opening his eyes, he moved quickly, flipped her on her back, pushed her gown out of his way, and entered her in one powerful thrust. She felt, hot, tight, and he knew it had been a long time since he'd gone inside her so deep. It felt good.
He continued to ride her, and she began making sounds. Real noise that she wasn't trying to smother. The louder she got, the harder he rode. And then he couldn't hold back any longer, which was just as well, because as soon as an explosion hit her, it hit him, as well. He slammed his mouth on hers, claiming it in one hell of a long kiss. He couldn't seem to let up. Didn't want to let up.
And then he was coming again, and all he could think about was that the woman beneath him was his wife. Nobody else's wife. His.
Ron couldn't move. His body felt like it had just been through a time warp. He and Barbara had been married for thirty years, and he couldn't ever remember experiencing anything so hot with her. It's a wonder the sheets hadn't gotten scorched. She owed him some answers. He refused to believe she'd been holding back on him all these years.
He forced his head to move, to gaze her at her. Like him, she was lying flat on her back and barely breathing. Her eyes were closed. The lower part of her body was still quivering. Beads of perspiration had settled between her
breasts. They were breasts, he would have to admit, that still looked good for a woman her age. He'd always appreciated the fact that they didn't sag.
He sat up and bent over her. “You have some explaining to do,” he whispered.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled. Then asked, “Did you like it?”
He chuckled. Now was not the time to tell her he had a weakness for blow jobs. She'd been pretty damned terrific. He frowned. Too terrific for a beginner. “Who taught you how to do that?” he asked, suddenly needing to know.
She opened her eyes and met his. Her smile brightened to one full of pride. “I took classes.”

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