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Later in the afternoon, my phone pings with a text from Jazz.
You okay?
It’s a question I don’t know how to answer. I take a deep breath and simply type,
Yeah.
And Kai? Did he say anything about yesterday?
No.
I hadn’t thought he would.
But he seems fine.
That’s good.
I can practically hear her sigh of relief.
What time will you be home?
I ask, changing the subject, aware of how natural it had been to use the word,home.
Around 7:00. I’ll take care of dinner. Then I’ll take care of you. ????
I’m not into emojis. I always thought they were silly…until now.
Can’t wait, Sweet Pea.
I stop short of adding an eggplant and peach.
At the end of a long day, I shut down my computer, grab my gym bag, and leave Raj to close. It’s dusk when I step outside. Knowing Jazz will be waiting, I pick up my pace on the walk home. I pass by the market and stop by to get her some flowers, selecting a pink bouquet that she’s bound to love.
A wave of warmth and the aroma of Mexican spices hit me when I enter the apartment. I kick off my shoes and take off my jacket, all my worries fading away at the sight of Jazz. Her hair is clipped in a messy bun on top of her head as she stands at the stove, flipping the contents in a frying pan while singing along to the loud rap music playing.
She’s wearing a pink Fab Fitness tank top and sparkly Lycra shorts that slick to her ass like paint, defining each round cheek. I can’t resist the urge to take a bite. She lets out a startled yelp.
“Hey, Sweet Pea.”
Her surprise morphs into a grin as she faces me. I press my lips against hers.
“Hey yourself,” she leans over to turn down the music blasting through her phone speakers.
“I missed you,” I admit, and hand her the bouquet.
“Leo, these are beautiful.” Her eyes water as she wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss that makes me want to get her naked. My cock swells, and she squirms against it before pulling away with a breathless laugh. “The corn?—”
“Can wait. I wanna fuck.” I rub my hands over her ass and between the seam of her shorts.
“Hold on…” she giggles, placing the flowers on the counter. “The dinner’s gonna burn.”
I release her for all of two seconds to let her turn off the stove top, then hurry her tank over her head, cupping her breasts that are already heavy with desire. Her copper nipples, enticingly pouted, are a feast for my mouth. She reaches for my waistband, and the phone rings in my pocket. I take it out, intending to toss it aside, but my gaze catches “Mom” on the screen. I groan, breathing hard, and press my forehead to hers, the mood broken. “It’s my mother.”
“You better get it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ll keep.” She brushes her fingers over my mouth.
