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“I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “But that was so cheesy.”
It was a ridiculous line, but it was fitting for the moment.
Her smile doesn’t fade with her hands still clamped onto my shoulders. With her eyes still aglow, I languidly remove my fingers and hear the waistband of her leggings snap. I bring my cum soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, one at a time.
Soleil’s throat moves as she gulps and her once amused face grows heated again. When I’m done, I take her face in my hands and lock her in a kiss so she can taste what I did to her. She needs to know that it wasmewho made her come like that. No one else.
Me. And it will always be only me. I’ll make sure of it.
TWENTY-SEVEN
MALIK
I watchthe clock on my computer screen turn twelve-o-two and exit out of my server.
After Soleil went to bed –with a smile on her face I might add– I came into my office to reply to a few messages that had been waiting since this afternoon. I barely had it in me to respond to the ladies with her in the next room. It felt like I was cheating even though I know it’s a silly thought.
Is it?At some point, I’m going to have to stop replying to these women and eventually shut off my server. I don’t think Soleil will like the things I say and do with other women. She was cheated on by her husband and I don’t want her feeling betrayed a second time.
I flick off the lights and step quietly out of the room, making sure to lock the door behind me. All the lights in the house are off except for the sconces up the stairs that are set to dim just enough light should someone need to walk down to the first floor.
On tiptoes, I sneak into the bedroom where Dahlia sleeps, taking the utmost care to not make a sound. I hold my breath as I move through the room until I reach the Jack and Jill bathroom that connects to the room where Soleil sleeps. My movements become very measured and precise as I carefully pad across the tiled floor. Slowly I step into the room and stare at my beauty as she lies in bed. The curtains are open, letting moonlight in, and she looks like an angel sleeping on a cloud
As stealthily as I can, I sink to my knees and crawl over to her. I rise up on my knees, nearly nose to nose with her, and trace the lines of her face with my eyes. Every feature is petite and beautiful. She’s like a precious doll.
I take a lock of her hair between two fingers and rub the silky strands. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale the crisp air of outdoors, a hint of smoke from our s’more making, and a lingering floral scent from her shampoo. I gave her a t-shirt to put on instead of the more constricting one she was wearing, and now my essence combines with hers.
I close my eyes, imagining her walking around my house in the oversized shirt as I make her breakfast. I can practically feel her hands wrap around me and play with the short hairs on my chest.
I long to kiss her lips, to climb in bed next to her and fuck her until her eyes roll back. My nose traces every curve, every dip, from her nose to the swell of her breasts. I open my mouth, ghosting over her breasts, and exhale hot, wonton air. With extreme caution, I lift the sheet just enough for me to slide my face under it. I move close to the juncture of her thighs and breathe in the smell of her pussy, still laced with her orgasm.God, I want to stick her panties in my mouth and suck them clean.
I crawl out from beneath the sheet, gently placing it back where it was, and begin to get on all fours when I hear a gasp of air. I freeze and turn my eyes to look at Soleil. She’s on her back facing up and I see her eyes blinking. Hurriedly but quietly, I slide under the bed and tuck myself against the wall as far back as I can.
I look out and see her feet touch the plush carpet. My hands are shaking and my heart is racing, hoping and praying she doesn’t see me. I watch her pad over to the bathroom but pause when she reaches the open door. It’s like she’s trying to remember where she is. After gathering her wits, she steps into the toilet closet and shuts the door behind her.
I scurry out from underneath the bed and on my tiptoes, race to the door. I slip through with painstaking precision and close the door, making almost no sound. I don’t slow down until I’m down the hall and walking into my bedroom. Once I’m closed in, I press my back against the cold wood and breathe.
My entire body feels like it was put into a blender, shaking and discombobulated. But it’s a rush of adrenaline that can’t be matched. Not even riding my bike. Soleil is the high I’ve always wanted and the one my soul needs.
TWENTY-EIGHT
SOLEIL
I fold the egg over,tucking the cheese and spinach inside and it brings about flashbacks of the morning after our movie night at Malik’s.
Dahlia woke up before me and I came to with a startle as she hovered above me with a smile.
“Mommy. Did we have a sleepover with Mr. Dare?”Her voice was but a whisper –which is unusual for her– and her eyes were wide with excitement.
“Yes. You fell asleep before the movie ended and Mr. Dare thought it would be better if we just stayed the night.”She bounced up and down, letting out little squee’s and pumping her arms in the air.“Dahlia. You cannot tell anyone about this. Okay? It’s still our secret.”
Her face fell and the bouncing came to a stop. Apparently the secret holding was getting to be too much. I was definitely going to have to do something about that.
When we made our way downstairs after peeing, brushing our teeth –thanks to toothbrushes left out by Malik– and taming our massive bedhead, we were greeted with the smell of eggs and bacon.
Malik stood at the stove in shorts, a threadbare t-shirt, and an apron that, when he turned around, read“This is what an awesome teacher looks like”with two thumbs pointing at him.
I laughed and Dahlia followed suit even though I knew she couldn’t read all of it. Malik propped his hands on his hips, one holding a spatula, and said,“What? Do you disagree?”
