“Well, that conversation went a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would.” Giselle giggled.
“I gotta go get cleaned up. Give me a few minutes.” Heavy set Harlee on the ground.
When he bypassed Heir, he reached down to tickle him since he had his hands full before strolling into the office so he could get himself together.
“Oh, what this woman want now?” Horace grumbled when his cell phone started to ring.
He swiped to answer and put her on speaker.
“Woman why are you harassing me? I know I look good?—”
“Not that damn good!” Petal argued. “Did Giselle make it there yet? Did they tell the kids?”
“These kids too smart for they own damn good. That little boy told us Heavy was his daddy, and his other half agreed,” Horace spoke while chewing.
“It’s like Heavy and Henna all over again. Lawd.” Petal laughed on the other side of the phone. “Well, I just finished making all this food. Tell them I want them here for dinner in two hours.”
“Okay, sweet thang.”
“Bite me, Horace.”
“Oh, you know where I like to bite.” He took a seat in the waiting area in one of the chairs and propped his foot on the table.
“What I tell you about getting fresh like that in front of company, old man?” Toussaint came from the garage, also inone of those blue monkey suits with an oil-stained towel in his hand.
“Hold on, baby. The lil’ mufucka I shot out my nut sack in here trying to tell me how to talk to my woman again.” Horace held the phone close to his mouth but looked at Toussaint the whole time, his thick salt and pepper brows bunched together.
Giselle couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction. It reminded her of her own colorful family. Never a dull moment.
“Hello, Giselle.” Toussaint stopped to kiss her cheek. “And how are you two doing?”
“Good!” The twins squealed, climbing up into the chairs on either side of Horace.
“We’ll see you soon baby cakes.” Horace ended the call and set the phone in his lap.
Giselle moved around the lobby, taking note of everything and trying to put together a design that didn’t really change the ambiance of the shop. Something classic but still vintage like the different clippings on the walls. Leaving the kids up front with Toussaint and Horace, she traveled the hallway until she reached the door to Heavy’s office. The shower had just cut off when she stepped inside, and he propped the bathroom door open. Nothing but a towel was tied around his waist, and she admired every muscle and flex in his arms as he used a separate towel to dry his curls. Leaning against the edge of the desk, Giselle propped her hands on each side of her and nipped at her bottom lip as a puddle gathered in her panties.
Sensing her presence, Heavy turned, a heart-stuttering grin softening his normally grumpy expression.
“You in here trying to start some shit, princess?”
“Maybe. The kids are occupied.” She crossed one leg over the other, and he admired them in her short dress.
Heavy moved to the door to his office and closed and locked it before facing her. Sliding the towel from around his body, hissemi hard dick greeted her between his muscular legs. Joining her near his desk, he picked her up with ease and lifted her to the top. Parting her thighs with his frame, Heavy kissed along her neck and found his way to her plush mouth. Smothering him with a passionate kiss, Giselle threw her arms around his neck and drew him closer. His hands stroked her back before drifting to her ass and giving it a squeeze.
“Mmm.” She moaned when their tongues began a nasty dance.
He stepped back and lowered himself between her thighs, inhaling her scent before tasting her with a slow lick. Giselle’s breathing hitched, unprepared for the pleasure as he feasted on her like he’d been starving for days. Heavy hummed and moaned into her sweetness, all the while, licking and flicking his tongue until the pressure in her middle became too much.
“Shit! I’mma cum!” she hissed as her back hit his desk.
Her sticky sauce dripped over his tongue, and Heavy lapped up every drop before coming up for air. Grabbing the tip of his dick, he buried himself inch by inch inside her until he reached the bottom.
“This shit mine, princess. Only fucking mine,” he growled, gripping her thighs and leaving himself throbbing inside her as his body burst into a thousand spasms.
With her legs in the hook of his arms, he plowed into her slowly, his gaze holding her captive. His next stroke glided over that spot, and her walls collapsed when she came for him.
“Give me all that shit!” His stroke was long and deep. “Just like that,” he coaxed, continuing to slide in and out of her. “Shit wet as fuck!” He grunted, passion gushing up his spine as the entire room spun.
