Page 85 of Honey's Special Roux

He smiled. “I’m still in love with you. These years have done amazing to you. Aging like fine wine.”

I shook my head. “Don’t you start something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I can’t compliment the woman you’ve become?”

“You can, but you gotta stop looking at me like that.”

His tongue slid across his beautiful, dark pink lips. “Like what?”

His eyelids were low. The wine couldn’t have been that strong. Had someone messed with the thermostat? Either way, a thin layer of sweat coated my skin as I gulped down the rest of the red liquid.

“Like you want me…”

“I do. I always have, and I always will.”

“How do I know you’ll treat me with the care I deserve?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

I parted my lips and inhaled sharply. “Show me then.”

“C’mere.”

He leaned back in his chair and patted his lap. I stood up, and he immediately pulled me into his lap. His eyes, those beautiful brown orbs, stared into my soul. I tried to look away, but he cupped my face in his large hands.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yes.”

There was no hesitation in his movements. His lips met mine, and my soul rejoiced. The assertiveness had me ready to give him all of me on the dining room table. My flesh was weak, but my heart and soul had come to an agreement. If the world ended tomorrow, I’d be content with giving him all of me tonight.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked softly.

I searched his eyes for a moment. There were so many emotions coursing through those bright irises. “Promise you’ll be gentle with me.”

“Of course I will.”

“Do you still like shared showers?” I asked as my fingers massaged the low trimmed beard on his chiseled face.

Marquise shrugged. “For you, always.”

“Let’s go upstairs then.”

My heart pounded in my chest so loudly my ears rang. My pussy was a leaking faucet awaiting her plumber to come and drain her pipe. It had been six—almost seven—long years since I’d felt the heat of a man against my body.

Time seemed to stop as we stepped into the walk-in shower after grabbing our towels and removing our clothes. The black marble walls added a romantic element as the steam coated the glass doors in a thick layer of fog. I eyed his physique. Muscles, tattoos, and a thick ass dick were the perfect components to a wild night of sex or a euphoric night of lovemaking.

We showered individually, sneaking kisses every few moments. It was nice to be in his company again. Once we were clean, we stepped out together and dried off. My excitement grew as we went to the bed. He placed a towel across the bed and grabbed me by my waist.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for years,” he confessed.

I placed my hands on the back of his neck and rubbed the skin with the tips of my fingers. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Marquise.”

He licked his lips. “Good. That’s always been my pussy, and I’m going to reward you for keeping these mothafuckas away from it.”

“How are you going to reward me?”

“Lay back and let me show you.”

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