Behind her, a sexy smirk hit his lips right before his tongue swiped over them.
“The point is… you have to study your craft, Ivy. Is this something you really want for yourself, or are you just trying to prove a point?”
“I want to a prove a point,” she answered like it should have been obvious.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. She swung around to face her father. I watched her stand on her toes to kiss his cheek, and he knelt a little so that she could actually reach him.
“Hi, Daddy.” Her lips pecked his skin before she slightly curved back toward me. “Can we start after school Monday?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I answered as she took off past her father down the hallway.
He watched her go, hands in the pockets of his slacks, before he stepped into my room. His big hands were on my waist first before they slid further south, resting on my hips so that he could pull me toward him. His lips found mine in a soft kiss, and he embraced me tighter within his grasp. Everything about his touch was urgent. We were spending all the time together like a couple, and I was growing used to it. I didn’t know where any of it was going, and we didn’t talk about it. Shit just was what it was.
“Well, hello to you too.” I gave him a thousand-watt smile, and he held me against his hard flesh. He was weary in the face, so I knew that work was kicking his ass. “How was your day?” I asked, surprising myself as he sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me down into his lap.
“Shit was cool. Kind of hard to focus these days.” His enchanting ass eyes canvassed my lips.
“Hmm, and why is that? Something got you distracted?” I mocked him while his hand rested on my thigh.
“She don’t even know how much,” his lips whispered against mine before he was trapping them in a steamy kiss.
“Mmm, she must be something if she’s holding your attention.” I insinuated, gripping his chin and peering back into is warm gaze.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip when he palmed my backside and brought me closer. Something was on his mind, and of course I wanted to know what it was.
“I need to go out of town this weekend. I thought maybe you would like to go,” he suggested, and a bitch was floored.
“You want to take me on a trip? What about all this… discretion we are supposed to be using?” I questioned.
“We will be in Puerto Rico. Nobody knows us there. We can be whoever we want.”
“Mmm… sounds amazing. When do we leave?” I asked.
“Today. Come back Monday,” Frequency told me. “So pack a few necessities. Just enough to carry on the jet, ma. We will take care of the rest when we land.”
“A trip, you, and shopping. Damn. What a girl do to deserve all that?”
“There will be a lot more where that comes from,” he assured me, leaning in for a kiss.
His hand slid between my thighs, and he gently massaged my mound while tonguing me down. My moaning in his ear filled the room, and he eased me down onto the bed. His thick manhood swelled against my inner thighs as he rested between my legs.
“Mmm, we have to be careful. Ivy’s here,” I whispered.
He paused and lifted his face so that we could take each other in.
“Get ready. Plane is prepared to take off around two p.m.” He gave me one last peck to the lips before he brought himself out of the bed and adjusted his clothes. “I’m gonna go talk to Ivy and let her know what’s up.” I sat up slightly on my elbows and stared after him as he walked to the door.
He had this confidence that blew my mind. Each step he took was precise, and sometimes I found myself watching him… like now. Frequency paused at the door and did a slight turn.
“You’re good with my daughter. Not a lot of people would be so patient with a mouthy ass preteen. And she tries to act like she doesn’t like you, but… you’ve grown on her. I just wanted to say thanks for that. You a hell of a woman, Harbor.”
Warmth spread across my chest. I didn’t expect him to be so open or sweet. He was starting to reveal a softer side to me as time went on. Sighing, I dropped my head into the pillows and stared up at the ceiling with an arm draped over my stomach. I was so high; I was beyond the clouds. Frequency had me floating and not wanting to be deflated in the least.What is this?I didn’t even want to say what I thought it was, because the shit seemed so unreal and far-fetched. Instead, I would continue to bask in his affections while he dished them out.
Frequency
The front dooropened as I slid downstairs from the second floor, and Ledge strolled inside. Nigga had never knocked a day in his fucking life. But he was family, and that was how shit was. Wheeling my luggage behind me, I peeped him frown up when I left it beside the staircase.
“Taking a trip?” Ledge queried.
