Page 12 of They Call Me Dom

“Oh, I love my job. It can be unfulfilling at times when I have no leads, but then I find a way to get the love of the job back.”

I nodded. “I see. On a lighter note, did you like your sweets? Surtain seems like a really sweet man.”

Laila wiped her mouth then smiled. “Sur is the sweetest and best husband a woman could beg for. He’s great, and I really enjoyed my treats. They looked pretty and tasted even better. I don’t know how you do it, but it seems like pure talent or magic. It has to be. Sur rarely eats sweets, but he took those mini cheesecakes out in one sitting.”

I blushed. Just the thought of the muscular, beautiful man made me grin like a fool. Sur was gorgeous with his hazel-green eyes, coconut-brown skin, and a tapered wavy fade. He was tall and toned and looked like he could lay pipe any day that endedin Y. Oh, to get slammed and stuffed by him would make me very happy.

Laila chuckled. “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?”

I looked down then back at her with an uneasy smile.

“I’m sorry. I know he’s your husband. It was just refreshing to be around a man like him,” I revealed. “There was an air of leadership, sex appeal, a genuine friend, and a safety net that called out to me like never before. I know that if I had someone in my life like him or you, for that matter, I damn sure wouldn’t be here.”

My eyes wandered over my full shot glass, and I swiftly tossed it back. The alcohol slightly burned going down, but not as much as my nose did. I was on the verge of crying again because my emotions were all over the place. However, I didn’t let a tear fall. I planned to continue to navigate this world like I’d been doing and thug this shit out.

Laila sat up in her seat and looked at me. Her hand softly caressed mine while the other held my face. Laila’s thumb gently stroked my cheek as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” She exhaled. “You told me to tell you when I figured out a plan for me to live in my truth, and I have. I purposely sent Sur to meet you because I would like it if you joined a poly affair with me and my husband.”

I raised my brow. “Well, that came out of left field. How does Sur feel about that? From what I gathered about him, he doesn’t seem like the type. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, it was about my treats and you.”

“I’ve always been his only talking point, but lately, it’s been about you. You and your pretty smile and cheesecake comes up at the most random times of day. He’s still not 100 percent on board with both of us fucking you, but I think the more time hespends around you, he’ll come around. How do you feel about it? Have you ever done this before?”

“Yeah. I’ve had my share of threesomes. They’re my favorite. I haven’t had an affair with a married couple yet, but you surely have me intrigued, Laila. I’m down. Count me in,” I expressed with a smirk.

“Really?” she quizzed with bulged eyes.

“Yes, pretty.”

“Fuck yeah! Thank you so much for agreeing to this affair. You won’t be disappointed.”

I laughed. “Both of you look like y’all could suck a pussy dry. I’m not passing up on an opportunity like that.”

Laila and I chuckled. I meant every word though.

“I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but Sur can demolish pussy. Would it be too soon if I kissed you?”

I smirked. “Honestly, I thought you’d never ask.”

Laila leaned over and licked up the base of my neck before our lips crashed together. My body shuddered from the feel of her warm mouth on my body then mouth. Laila tasted sweet and salty. There was malt on her tongue from the beer she drank, and I made it my business to savor every flavor present.

Her hand gripped my throat, and that shit turned me on even more. I rubbed her pussy through her dress slacks, making her shiver under my touch. Our tongues rolled as one, inciting a feeling of stimulation in me like never before. If Laila’s kisses were this potent, I could imagine what her head game was like. Pretty soon, I’d get the best of both worlds. Not only did I look forward to fucking Laila, but I greatly desired to ride Sur’s dick. He was a gentleman and kind, but I had a feeling he had a big stick that I couldn’t wait to test drive now that I had Laila’s permission.

5

Surtain

“You’re back. Are you here for your usual market items, or are you here to see lil’ ole me?” Dom questioned sweetly.

Dom looked beautiful in her black spandex jumpsuit that hugged her every curve. She paired it with an oversized, chunky, chocolate-brown cardigan, scrunched socks, and sneakers. Dom looked comfy and sexy. I liked how she pulled her look off flawlessly. It was Saturday and an unseasonably warm day in March. I wouldn’t complain, though, because as bipolar as Chicago’s weather was, it’d fuck around and snow tomorrow. That was why everybody’s clothes were so relaxed, instead of slightly bundled up.

I chuckled and handed her the mixed flower arrangement of carnations, chrysanthemums, and lilies. Dom accepted the bouquet with the biggest smile on her face.

“Today, I came here just for you. May I take the seat next to you?”

“You sure can. Thank you for my flowers. They’re beautiful. I’ve never gotten flowers before,” Dom stated cheerfully.

Her wide, pretty grin hadn’t left since I arrived. I took the seat next to her, and she set the flowers down on the table. “Isit still cool that I call you Sur or do you prefer Surtain?” she inquired, turning in her seat to face me.

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