Page 60 of The Prez

Zeke leaves my office and I pretend to do work until it’s close to six. Instead of going home to shower, I go into my room here and pull out some clothes and hop in the shower quickly before I go home. If I get in the shower with Omari before our date, we’ll end up staying inside with him spread out on my bed while I worship his body.

I can’t keep my hands off him. He’s so fucking sexy. Everything about him from his soft, curly hair, deep brown eyes, smooth light brown skin and that fucking lush body. He’s fucking fire and he’s all fucking mine.

Once I’m dressed, I make my way home. I don’t see Zeke as I’m heading out, so he must be on his way to my place.

When I get home, I find Shane’s car in my driveway as well as Zeke’s bike parked at the curb. Brian’s bike is gone; he probably took off when Zeke arrived.

Little Raf’s happy squeal is the first thing I hear when I open the door and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I love that baby so much, it’s hard to contain it. He’s sanding out those rough, jagged edges of my soul that I fight to keep together. They’re not fixed by any means, but he makes it better.

Him and his nanny.

Omari looks up from the floor where he’s sitting with the baby and I’m pleased that he’s already dressed. “Hey, Raf. Your bodyguard told me to get dressed but not the baby.”

“I’m an enforcer, not his bodyguard,” Zeke says absently as he waves a bear over Little Raf, who is trying to reach for it, giggling and clapping.

Omari stands up and walks over to me, looking sexy as fuck in a graphic t-shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans that show me every line and curve of his body. I can’t wait to peel them off him tonight.

He steps into my arms and hugs me tight. When I bend to kiss his cheek, he whispers, “Are you okay?”

A shudder runs through my body at his perceptiveness. I am, and I’m not. I’m happy to be home with him and Little Raf, but I’m still raw from finding out about Pete and Christian, feeling like I failed them both.

Leaning to his ear, I whisper, “I am now. Thank you.”

He pulls away and smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “You’re welcome. Now, where are we going?”

“On a date.” I kiss him gently. “Is there anything you need?”

“To get some kisses from my big man before we leave him.” Omari skips over to where the baby is lying on the floor and scoops him up. “We’ll be back soon, okay?” he asks Little Raf like he’ll answer him back. He brings Little Raf over to me so I can kiss the top of his head, right over the hair that hangs in his face.

“He might need a haircut soon,” I say off handedly.

“Not until he’s one,” Omari says. “It’s bad luck to cut their hair before then.” I raise an eyebrow and Omari laughs. “What? It is. That’s what my mother used to say, anyway.” He kisses Little Raf on the cheek and hands him to Shane, who stands from the couch. “I have all of his things?—”

“In the bag,” Shane finishes with a good-natured smile. “You told us several times. I know he has an allergy, so I’ll only feed him what you set aside. I promise he’ll be fine, Omari.”

The tightness around Omari’s eyes says the opposite of what comes out of his mouth. “I know. I’m worried, but I trust you guys.”

I walk up behind Omari, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Zeke may fuck off at the clubhouse, but he’s responsible. And Shane makes sure he doesn’t do dumb shit, precioso. Don’t worry.”

Zeke smiles while Shane scowls at me. “Can you not talk about my man like I’m not here,” Shane jokes, nuzzling the baby.

“It’s cool,” Zeke says, standing from the floor. He takes Little Raf from Shane and tosses him a few inches into the air. Omari jerks like he wants to stop him, but I hold him back.

“Let him have fun. Little Raf likes it,” I whisper in Omari’s ear. It’s true. Little Raf squeals and laughs, the squeals getting higher in pitch every time Zeke tosses him in the air.

He sighs and nods. “I know. I’m just overprotective of him. I’m going to be a mess when he goes to school.”

My heart skips a beat. Little Raf isn’t even one yet and Omari is already planning on being around for years in the future. God, I hope when he hears about my faults he’ll want to stick around. Omari is mine and I won’t let him get away. I’ll just have to promise him that I’ll do better and work at not being such a fucking failure.

Threading my fingers through his, I pull Omari through the house to the garage, even though he drags his feet as he gives Shane and Zeke more instructions.

“Can you take the car seat out?” I ask.

Omari sighs and nods, quickly removing the car seat and putting it on the table next to my tools. “Are we using the backseat?” he asks, then his eyes flash.

I chuckle, helping him into the passenger seat. “No, you horn dog.” Omari pouts and I step into him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He moans softly, holding on to my shoulders. “It’s in case Shane and Zeke want to take Little Raf to the store or something.”

I’m surprised Omari doesn’t pepper me with questions as I drive. He sits quietly, looking out the window. “I didn’t think you knew how to drive,” he quips, a smile tipping his lips.

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