Page 46 of Craving a King

To pass the time until Kofi returns, I decide to cook us some dinner. Since Akua’s been gone, we’ve mostly eaten out. I manage to make chicken shawarma with rice. As I pull the warmed naan out the oven, I hear Kofi’s footsteps come toward the kitchen.

“It smells good in here.” He hugs me from behind to nuzzle my neck and stroke my still straightened hair. “You know I miss the kinky curls. I like to bury my face in them and smell that citrus oil you wear.”

I laugh and turn around in his arms. “I don’t want to waste the blowout your amazing beauty team gave me. We will have to live with the straight hair for at least a week. Do you think you’ll survive?”

He strokes my cheek and looks at me like he missed me. Maybe today was a long day without us for him, too. “I will. Now, let’s eat! I’m starving. I’ve barely eaten today.”

“Really?” One thing I’ve learned about Ghanaian culture over the past few weeks is that hospitality is key. You can’t go to anyone’s home without them offering you a meal. To think the Asantehene went to a chief’s home and was not fed is odd. “Your guests didn’t feed you today?”

A look of anger flashes across Kofi’s face before he carefully tucks it back behind his eyes to face me with a smile. “No, we were so busy discussing matters, food never even came up. I’m sure there was something prepared. We just never got around to it.”

My stomach turns. His visit sounds tenuous at best. But I won’t pry. He will tell me all when he’s ready. I press against his chest and squeeze for a tight hug before inviting him to sit and be served. “Come, let me feed my hungry king.” I attempt to move out of his arms, but he gently holds on.

Kofi’s eyes spark with desire. “I’d much rather you let me eat you first. You know, as an appetizer.”

“Kofi! You’re so naughty. I’m not getting away, am I?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “No. And let’s be honest, do you even want to get away?”

I smile and shake my head. “Nope. Where would you like your appetizer served, your majesty?”

He growls and tangles his hands in my hair to pull my head back and devours me in a kiss. The kiss is long, needy, and hot as hell. He traces my lips with his tongue before pushing inside and claiming every inch of my mouth. I get the chance to bite his bottom lip as he exits one last time, and he yelps. He looks at me like he could eat me. “You little minx!”

In a moment, I’m off my feet and carried to the island. Kofi lays me back on the cold marble and immediately begins to pull the cut-off shorts I’m wearing completely off. He plays with the scrap of damp silk fabric covering my sex before nibbling at the inside of my thighs. He uses his free hand to free my breasts from my tank top, while his fingers continue the campaign across my clit. He takes my right breast into his mouth and sucks and licks every inch of it. When he comes up for air, he looks at me and then at his fingers winding me up below. “Open,” he commands. I gladly spread wide.

The next 20 minutes is a blur of screams, orgasms, and declarations to God. He possesses me fully, and the craving I’ve had for him all day is partially filled. I know I will have to feel him inside me before today turns into tomorrow, but it can wait. Right now, his head is laying on my exposed stomach while he mindlessly strokes my outer thighs. He doesn’t say a word. I think he would never move from this spot on the kitchen island if I didn’t. Every few minutes, he turns his head and lands a soft kiss on the center of my belly. After another 10 minutes, I’m concerned. More so because I’m spread eagle in the kitchen. The servants are discreet but not blind.

“Kofi, we should get up. This marble is a bit unforgiving on my back.”

He stumbles upright and rubs the back of his neck. He looks like he just woke from a dream. “Of course, baby, I apologize.” He forces a weak smile. “You feel so good, I was in the zone, you know?”

I sit up on my elbows and eye him curiously. “Yeah, I know.” I offer my hand for him to help me jump down from the island. I quickly dress and gather him in an embrace. “What happened, Kofi? Clearly something is on your mind. Could it be the meeting with Chief Owusu didn’t go as you planned today?”

He steps back and sighs. “No, not at all. But let’s talk about it over a nice bottle of wine. I have a bottle of the 2015 South African Constantia you enjoyed at the palace. You get the food and I’ll meet you on the balcony of the river room.”

I place my hands on my hips and give him a sly look. “The last time I let you talk me into dinner on my bedroom balcony, I ended up eating naked in a robe.”

He smirks. “Yes, and you were the sweetest dessert.” He raises his right hand to mock a scouting promise. “I vow to let you eat dinner and tell you all about my day before I pleasure your sweet body into the middle of next week. Will that suffice?”

I laugh. “Yes. And I’m keeping my clothes on!”

He shakes his head and feigns a frown. “That’s no fun!” He walks over and pats my ass on his way to the wine cellar. He pauses to whisper in my ear, “No worries, I’ll peel your clothes off with my teeth later.”

I smile knowing he will absolutely make good on that promise. I have to reheat the food since our dalliance delayed dinner. While I wait, I throw together a quick salad to go with our meal. Ten minutes later, I’m heading upstairs. When I arrive to the balcony, Kofi is standing and looking over his property. His mind is clearly somewhere else. “Kofi, come, sweetheart. Let’s eat.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Flight

Ella

Dinner starts quietly.

Kofi eats two plates of the spicy chicken and rice along with three glasses of wine. When he’s finally full, he speaks. “Where did a nice girl from Atlanta learn to make shawarma this good?”

I laugh. “Nice girls do travel, you know! I actually learned during my study abroad in Istanbul during college.”

He arches his eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know you studied in Turkey. It’s one of my favorite places to visit.”

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