Page 59 of Desire

“You gotta make this again soon, baby. It’s good as hell.” His mouth was full as he complimented me.

“I’ll make it as often as you want, but I don’t want you to get sick of it.”

“I’ll let you know if that happens. Quinton should be here in about thirty minutes. Is baby girl going down for a nap soon?”

“As soon as she finishes lunch. Why?”

“Your cycle gone?”

“Az, we are not about to have sex before this man gets here.”

“Is your cycle gone or not?”

“Pretty much, but I said what I said. You can wait until he leaves or tonight.”

“It’s been days, baby. Do you know how much I miss feeling you wrapped around my di?—”

“Watch your mouth in front of my baby.”

He looked at Azaria, who’d just stuffed the last of her bell pepper in her mouth.

“Mommy, can I have juice?”

Aziel caught me smiling, and when I noticed him noticing me, I blushed.

“It’s like music to your ears, huh?”

“It sure is. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.”

And that was the God’s honest truth.

Azaria finished her juice, and I cleaned her up, took her upstairs, and put her down for a nap. We were notified that someone was at the gate as I descended the stairs. I looked at the camera near the door, then pressed the button for Quinton to enter.

“What’s good, bruh?” he greeted a few minutes later as he entered our home.

“Nothing much since we last spoke. Quinton, this is my wife, Desire. Baby, this is Quinton.”

She extended her hand toward his, and they shook. When Desire pulled away, Quinton held on.

“Damn, your name sure is fitting. Nice to meet you.”

“Umm, thank you, and nice to meet you, too. Can I have my hand back now?”

“Nigga, I know damn well you ain’t trying to push up on my wife right in front of me,” I barked.

“Nah, man. I’d at least wait until you left the room.”

Quinton was a good guy, and I knew he was kidding, but I had to let him know how I was stepping behind my wife.

“I’d happily spend the rest of my days in an orange jumpsuit behind this one.”

“You know I’m fucking with you. It really is nice to meet the woman who locked this man down. I realize it wasn’t the traditional way, but he hasn’t run you off yet, so I assume it’s working.”

“We’re making it work,” Desire told him.

“Well, I’ll give you my number before I leave just in case he fucks up.”

“You don’t value your life, do you?” I warned him again. “Let’s talk in the kitchen so I can get you out of my house.”

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