Page 25 of Choosing the Chief

“Maya, baby, I want to slow this down.” I lick in between her trembling thighs from behind and shower kisses all over her ass. “But I’m going to roughly take you from this position for a few minutes. I’ve got to, but I promise I won’t come until you do, again.”

She’s breathing so hard she can hardly speak. “But I want your come. I want you to come all over me.”

My God! What is she trying to do to me? I don’t even answer. I place my hand firmly on the middle of her back to hold her body in the arch I need. I enter her slowly first.

“How does that feel, princess? You ready to come again?”

“Yes, Adom. Make me come.”

And I do. She starts to rock back on my dick, and I see stars. I take control again by placing my hands on her shoulders to begin a punishing rhythm as I slam into her again and again. With each thrust, all I hear is my name fall from her lips.

“Adom…I can’t take it, baby.” She grunts. “I can’t come anymore.”

The hell she can’t. I give her mouth my two middle fingers again.

“Wet them for me, Maya.” She obeys.

I reach between her legs and start to slide my fingers over her clit while I continue to slam her ass. I grunt my pleasure as I go and give her ass one slap and then two before her orgasm takes over. Her whole body trembles on my dick. Once her body collapses, I let her fall on her stomach and catch her breath. I slip down on top of her and plant kisses on her ass while she pants out her aftershocks. My tongue runs the course of her lower body, cooling her off before the finale. “You ready to make love until we fall asleep, baby?”

“Yes,” she pleads.

I sit up before I take her in my arms and turn her to face me. She’s sitting so that we’re both facing each other.

“This time I need to see you fall apart as I unravel you,” I whisper in her ear. “Come climb on top of me, baby.”

Once she gets in position, we start a slow rock that takes us into a place I’ve never been before. I lock my eyes with hers. I caress her breasts and kiss her mouth until I feel the familiar tremble and Dr. Maya Taylor comes for the fourth time tonight. She’s such an overachiever.

I’m not far behind. My release is sudden and hard. I bite her shoulder before chanting her name like a prayer. We fall asleep entangled in one another’s arms. I don’t know how I lived before I knew such joy and contentment. Sleep finds both of us fast. Hopefully, the reality we find in Paris when we awake is as sweet as this moment.

Chapter Fifteen

Paris

Maya

Paris is just as I left it. However, I’m returning a different woman. Adom and I did not wake up until the pilot made his announcement to prepare for landing. When we awoke, the air was clear between us. We didn’t just call a truce; we entered a relationship. Whether by design or accident, this is where we are. Whether I want to admit it or not, Adom is my man. I know he sees me as his woman. But tonight, I want a conversation about what all this actually means. I appreciate the protection, care, and great sex, but what I really need is love. Otherwise, I need a jet back to Atlanta.

Chief Asante’s townhome is in the fashionable Saint Germain-des-Pres in the 6th Arrondissement located on the River Seine. I always wanted a place this prestigious but was never able to get it.I once managed to secure a beautiful place in the 8th Arrondissement, but that was it. Staying in the beautiful 400-year-old home is like enjoying a fairy tale written just for me, and Adom is the author.

The home keeps its Old-World charm with cream and gold interiors while embracing the twenty-first century with updated kitchens, bathrooms, and textiles in the common areas. Once we unpack, Adom has the cook prepare lunch and champagne on the balcony for us. Once I step outside and see the spread of fruits, pastries, and open face croque-monsieurs, my stomach growls loudly. I realize I ate nothing on the plane…except Adom.

Adom arches his eyebrows at the noise my stomach makes. “Hungry?” He smirks.

I laugh as I grab a strawberry off the fruit platter and sit down. “Yes, because an awful man held me naked and captive on his private jet and did not even offer me a glass of water! But I did have cake!”

Adom guffaws. “Oh, find this man straight away and I will thrash him post haste. There will be wahala in Paris tonight!”

I laugh until I cry at Adom’s words and accent. “I love it when you mix Ghanaian pidgin with the king’s English. It makes me feel like I’m getting the real Adom Annan. The Adom most of the world never gets to see.”

He nods. “Well, seeing that my next vocation will likely be as the 15th chief of Tafo, I am sure more of the world will hear it. Losing my Ghanaian accent used to bother me when I was younger, but then I accepted the fact that my English accent comes honestly. I spent most of my formative years there with Kofi and Senya in school. If you notice, we all carry varying degrees of the English accent and sensibilities. We came of age in London. However, when we need to set matters straight…Hanh! We return to Twi straight away.”

I laugh and reach across the table to grab his hand. His cellphone buzzes, but he ignores it. When it buzzes again, he releases my hand and pulls the phone from his pocket. He immediately takes a look at the screen and remains expressionless. I know him well enough to know that an expressionless Adom is a thinking one. When the phone buzzes again, he silences it with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Is your mother buzzing you? You seem irritated.”

He picks up his sandwich and answers before taking a bite. “Do I?”

“Yes, you do. You were also clearly irritated when leaving your office today. What was that about?”

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