They lay on the chaise, catching their breath, their bodies still intertwined. Jackie tried to stretch, but Antonio held on tighter. He cupped his hands underneath her, cradling her. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her chest.
“Not yet, Luck. Let me just hold you a minute longer, baby.”
“Okay,” Jackie sighed, settling into the warmth of his body. “But Antonio, there’s just one thing.”
“What’s that?”
As if on cue, Jackie stomach grumbled.
“Dang, is that a gremlin in there?” Antonio chuckled.
“Antonio!” Jackie squealed with laughter.
“I’ll order room service. Wanna have a ridiculously late dinner in bed?”
Jackie kissed Antonio’s forehead, then lifted his chin, placing a kiss on his nose. “That would be perfect.”
CHAPTER 40
Antonio looked at the scene before him. The trays from room service were on a bench at the foot of the bed, just a few truffle fries and bits of Wagyu burgers leftover from their midnight meal. A marathon ofWomen Who Killwas on the television. But the cherry on top of his sundae was Jackie snuggled up in his arms. It was his perfect night personified. Well, more like early morning. Despite Jackie’s stomach rumbling, they hadn’t ordered room service after the first round on the chaise. As soon as they’d moved to the bedroom, another spark was ignited, and they had to put the flames of their desire out once again. And again. Then, again.
Okay, Antonio thought to himself. So, they were basically fucking frantically as if they were in their twenties on a twin XL mattress of a dorm, not taking their time like grownups in a luxury suite. Antonio wasn’t sure what had come over them, but he was digging whatever this fresh, new energy was between them.
Jackie was engrossed fully in the episode, about a mother who basically offed a dude for scamming her son out of millions of dollars. Antonio understood the sentiment. If someone scammed PJ, he’d burn it all down. The image triggered another thought he’d been having for a while.
He kissed the top of Jackie’s forehead before he spoke. “Can I ask you something?”
“If it’s about those boozy milkshakes, then yes, I definitely think we should have ordered one.”
Antonio shook his head. “I don’t know where your short self puts it away, but that isn’t what I wanted to ask you.”
“Ask away.” Jackie slowly rubbed his nipples. The sensation of her nails grazing his sensitive skin felt so good, but he knew he had to focus.
Antonio cleared his throat. “Do you want kids?”
Jackie scoffed. “Hell no.” She paused, then looked at him carefully. “Let me rephrase: I’ve never wanted to physically birth children. The stats on Black women and birth are horrifying.”
“Oh, I feel you on that.” Antonio swallowed, hesitating a little. “A better question is, does it bother you thatIhave a son?”
“It doesn’t. What does bother me is the fact that this son is my client, and you are my coworker.” Jackie raised a brow at that last statement.
