“Ruby, if you forgive me, why are you sleeping in the guestroom?” I asked Ruby as I blocked the entrance to the guestroom door. It took her a full week after we made up in my office to come home, and on her first night home, she still was not sleeping with me. Didn’t she know I needed her beside me at night?
“Ronan, I appreciate everything you have done for me over the past week. The gourmet meals, flowers, cards, candy and spa visits all have been lovely. I still don’t think we’re ready to sleep together,” Ruby said, as she attempted to push past me.
“You’re talking a foreign language. I don’t understand you, Ruby! We were made to sleep together. I feel like you are crucifying me again for the affair you said you had forgiven me for,” I admitted. I mean, how long was I going to have to walk around with the scarlet letter on my chest?
“I’m just not ready, Ronan,” she said and tried to push past me. I held my spot firmly in the middle of the doorway.
“You are not sleeping in the guestroom. Our bed is the only option you have while you’re in this house,” I said in all seriousness. This was fucking ridiculous.
“Fine then, I will leave,” she said, dropping her shoulders in defeat before storming down the hall.
I caught her arm before she was out of my grasp.
“You will not sleep in here, because I will,” I said taking the blanket she had in her arms away from her and going into the room and slamming the door.
Sleeping in that room was one of the longest nights I’d had since moving into our home. I heard every nook and creek from the house that night. And, I had an unrelenting tent underneath the covers that would not go away. It was like my cock knew Ruby was in the vicinity and would not go to sleep for shit.
When I awoke the next morning, I went into the bathroom and relieved my bladder and then jumped in the shower. I thought about Ruby making me sleep in this cold and lonely guestroom and growled. The sexy bounce in her plump ass as she walked toward our bedroom last night had almost undone my promise to give her space. Oh, how bad I wanted to bend her over right there in the hallway and tap her sweet ass until she was saying my name in her own lustful language. But, I didn’t touch her, for fear that I might lose her again.
My hand was lathering soap on my cock in a rhythmic motion as I thought about the depths of my sweet Ruby that had gone untouched by our fiery passion for far too long. A few second later, I released my tensions onto the shower floor and they washed away down the drain.
I finished cleaning my body, and I went to my room to get dressed. The bed was made up and the room had been cleaned. I could smell Ruby’s sweet fragrance lingering in the air, which made me smile. I walked downstairs and she was standing over the stove cooking breakfast, while Benedict and Yasmine sat in chairs that were pushed up to the island.
It was damn sure a heavenly site to have my family back home again. They were talking about Benedict’s upcoming science project and I stood watching them for a while before I interrupted.
“Good morning,” I said, entering the room completely and going over to kiss both of my kids on the tops their heads.
“Good morning dad,” Benedict turned around and gave me a kiss and Ruby smiled.
Yasmine looked at her mother’s smile and then turned to me. “Morning dad.”
I grabbed Yazzy and hugged her tight. “How is daddy’s princess this morning?”
“Good,” she said, laughing full on as I began tickling her back.
“Stop it daddy!” she said as she giggled uncontrollably.
“Okay, but only for now,” I said, walking around to Ruby. I pulled her away from the stove and into my arms for a kiss. “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning Ronan, pull up a chair and I’ll have your breakfast in a minute.”
Doing as I was told, I pulled up a chair to the island beside the kids. As I watched Ruby standing over the stove whipping up our food, I had a good mind to stay at home and not go into the office. Jacob had called for a meeting at midmorning, but if I had to choose between the two I would definitely choose to just sit here and stare at Ruby.
“Here you go,” she said as she slid a plate in front of me with whole grain grits, an egg over easy and fruit salad.
“This looks delicious,” I said before spooning up my grits and taking a bite.
“Wait on us dad,” Benedict said as Ruby prepared their plates.
“Oh, you have to excuse me, Son. It’s been a while since I have had some of your mom’s good cooking.”
“Yeah, it took them a long time to get the woodworms out of the house and for you to come back from your meeting,” Benedict said before taking a sip from his juice.
Ruby and I made eye contact as I realized the ridiculous story she had given the kids as to the reason they were not home. She gave me a ‘you better be happy I didn’t tell them the truth’ look and I nodded.
“I’m just glad to have my family home again,” I said as Ruby sat down.
“Now everyone join hands and bow your heads,” Ruby said as she began to say grace.
When she finished, the kids dug into their breakfast and I watched Ruby as she forked a piece of pineapple and placed it in her mouth. I’d put the estate up right then, if I could be that piece of fruit sliding across her tongue. I gave her a look that let her know in no uncertain terms that I was not sleeping in the guestroom tonight. She smiled back at me sweetly, but her thoughts were unreadable. I had to do something to get through to her.
Chapter 6
Ruby
After Ronan left for work, I drove the kids to school. The state of our marriage was heavy on my mind. If only he knew how badly I wanted to lie in his arms last night on my first night home. It was like torture being separated from him in our own home, but the replay of that night when I sat in my car watching the moonlight shine upon him and his mistress was so intrusive. His tall frame covering her silhouette as he peered down into her eyes in front of her apartment door haunted me in a constant replaying daydream. The two of them standing in their hideaway painted a sight that would forever be implanted in my mind.
“Truth be told, I don’t want to leave. I wish I could stay in your warm bed every night. I really don’t want to leave you,” Ronan had said as he took his wallet from Misty. He tapped the wallet against his other hand before placing it into his back pocket. “But I have to go,” he said as I attempted to hear every word that he was saying to her. Words that cut deep.
I could still see her wrapping her arms around him and him pulling her tightly into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Ronan pinned her against the frame of her door and kissed her with a passion I recognized as once belonging to me. I was paralyzed by the scene in front of me that night. Unable to move an inch of my body, I sat there in my car with my two babies on the back seat asleep. The pain I had in my stomach then, I had still as I remembered him delivering the death blow with his otherwise velvety voice.
“I love me some Misty Crewe,” he’d said, and those were the last words I heard him say, before he walked back into her apartment and kicked the door closed. My mind went numb as my hand moved to the ignition to turn the key. I somehow put the car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot without a clue of where I was about to go.
Once I came out of my recurring flashback, I was in the parking deck for Turner Enterprises. It was obvious that I had pulled into Ronan’s workplace, so we could talk. I just hoped he wouldn’t be too preoccupied, when I arrived at his office. Plus, I guess I kind of wanted to make sure Misty wasn’t hanging around. I couldn’t help, after all we had been through, to feel a bit insecure when it came to her. Shutting off my car, I decided to go in. It was only a little after nine a.m. when I walked onto his floor and was greeted by Carl Stevens.
“Hey Ruby!” Carl said as he rushed over to me and pulled me into his embrace. “I haven’t seen you since the ball. How have you been doing, my friend?”
“I’ve been doing good, Carl,” I said as I hugged him back. �
�Thanks for asking.”
“Hey…hey…hey…I know she’s sweet, but unarm my lady,” Ronan said stepping out of his office and walking up to me and Carl.
Carl laughed and kept an arm around my shoulder.
“No problem, Ronan. You know it is always a pleasure to see your lovely wife. Such a pleasant sight for this early in the morning,” Carl said, smiling innocently at me.
“Why thank you, Carl. It’s always great to see you too. Would you tell Lisa I said hello?” I asked, genuinely happy to see him.
“Sure thing,” Carl said as he walked off in the direction of his office.
Ronan then wrapped an arm protectively around my waist and pulled me close to him. I looked around and the reception area was pretty much empty. Everyone’s office doors were closed and they were busy at work. He swept me away into his office before I could admonish him for being rude to Carl.
Pinning me against his closed office door, he locked the door and began peppering soft kisses down my body until he reached the fabric at the juncture between my thighs.
“The hell, Ronan. What’s wrong with you?” I asked, holding on to the sides of my skirt.
“God, I want you!” he said as he inhaled my womanly scent deep into his lungs.
“What are you doing, Ronan? Stop it and stand up,” I said with my words being stronger than my actual resistance. A pleasurable sigh escaped my lips when he slowly lifted my skirt and his lips grazed against my thighs.
Of course, he didn’t do as I asked. His eyes greedily ate up the sight of what was underneath my mermaid style skirt. I reached down and put my hands on his face and lifted his head up so that our eyes met. His hungry eyes challenged my resolve.
“Damn you, Ronan,” I said, wriggling away from him. “Have some self-control.”
“You’ve made me wait too long,” he said before he locked his arms around my waist and dipped his head between my thighs and swiped his tongue across the fabric of my panties.
My head leaned against his office door. The true reason I’d ended up at Turner Enterprises was the furthest thing from my mind. Ronan stuck his thumbs on either side of my panties and slid them down past my knees. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shoved his tongue into my slit and began stroking my clit so quick that I felt faint.
I tried to resist. God knows, I wanted to. But reuniting with Ronan this way was just as natural as the day I was born. I had been successful in holding him at bay over the past week by meeting on neutral ground, and threatening to leave home last night, but he was behaving like he had a haze over him at this moment.
My legs began to tremble. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming out for everyone in his office to hear. He pushed my panties further down my legs. My feet lifted on their own will and stepped out of my underwear one by one.
Ronan picked them up off the floor and took a long whiff from the moist center before smiling up at me in glorious satisfaction. Once he’d filled his flared nostrils with my scent, he stuffed my panties into his handkerchief pocket.
“Ronan, we don’t need to do this here,” I said, trying to regain control of this situation that was definitely not going as I had foreseen it.
“Oh?” he said, dipping his head down once again to kiss my nether region oh so intimately before easing his way slowly up my body to my kiss my mouth. “Mmmm, are you sure about that?” he asked as he meticulously made love to my mouth with the taste of his minty breath and my sticky juices colliding and making for the best aphrodisiac ever.
“Why do you have to be so naughty all the time? I came to talk to you, not to—” I said against his lips as his hand continued to massage my clit.
“We are talking,” he said, unbuttoning my shirt with his free hand and the shirt soon fell to the floor.
He unsnapped my bra, which landed atop of my shirt in a pile on the floor. Ronan released my throbbing center from his grasp and moved his hands up to my voluptuous breasts and placed one into his mouth. He groaned out his satisfaction of having me to feast upon at his leisure.
A part of me told me to snap out of his spell swinging like my life depended on it. The better part of me, the part that loved this chestnut haired, silver gaze man, who I vowed to love and cherish forever, would not let me budge for one second.
After stepping back to quickly remove his own clothes, Ronan once again was southward bound. On his way to meet his prized possession, his sweet lips sought out the scars from my surgery that I’d done so well to keep hidden from him. He made love to those scars, suctioning the shame and secrecy out of them and exhaling the pain of it all into the thin air. Tears of relief slid down my cheeks as he moved further south.
His mouth opened wide and sucked my plump lips into his mouth while his tongue found great satisfaction in attacking me with masterful precision. His tongue moved from the hood of my pussy and worked its way all the way down to the hilt. It wasn’t long before an explosion erupted from deep within my sugary walls. It took everything in me not to scream out his name for everyone to hear its glorious sound.
“That’s…enough, Ronan,” I said, feeling lightheaded as he eased up my body and captured my mouth for another soul-searing kiss.
“I’ll never get enough,” he said, scooping me up into his arms and walking me over to his desk with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He groaned ferociously as his thickness eagerly entered my pussy inch by inch.
“Fuck!” he said as he began to move inside of me. “Ruby, baby…you’re so tight. You feel so good,” he whispered sweetly against my ear as he took me slow.
“Oh, Ronan. I missed you,” I said, and it seemed like just the sound of my voice caused him to pound into my heat without restraint.
“Am I hurting you, my love?” he asked as his nine-inch rod touched my most intimate places.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My breath got caught with every stroke. All I could do was gasp.
“Do you like that, Ruby?” Ronan asked as his gorgeous, silver eyes captured me in a trance. He moved in earnest, ramming into my slickness and showing me just how perfectly we fit.
“It feels good, Ronan. Ouuh so good. I love you so much,” I admitted, feeling the beginnings of my second orgasm rippling through my core. I locked my legs around his waist and pushed him further inside of me.
“I love you more, Ruby. Oh, my sweet Ruby…” he said, not caring if he could be heard outside of his office walls. His tongue entered my mouth and he made love to my mouth before kissing my neck and moving down to catch a pointy, hard nipple between his lips. I watched Ronan feed from my breast and I gasped aloud as pleasure took over my being.
“I’m cumming, Ruby. Cum with me,” Ronan said as a ripple of jerking movements took over him. His lips sought mine for a kiss that held our moans and groans on one wavelength as he slowly began to spasm.
He jerked and thrust wildly into my pussy as a large gush of his hot seeds splashed against my walls bathing them with the potential of future babies. My juices sprang forward for a satiating release that merged with his as one. He kissed my shoulders as he eased out of me.
“Damn, you are so sweet, Ruby. I call you that for a reason. Umph!” Ronan said as his body continued to jerk ever so often. “Don’t you ever leave me again. I couldn’t bear it,” he added, still holding me tight.
I held onto him, smiling. I wanted to live in that beautiful moment we’d created for a little while longer. Coming out of it would mean I had to face reality again. I didn’t think about being inadequate for Ronan one time as he claimed my body. I was right at home with my husband and I didn’t once think about our past.
Chapter 7
Ruby
I quietly dressed. Ronan studied me as he slipped back into his business attire and wiped the evidence of our encounter from his desk with a Kleenex. He unlocked the door and we exchanged a wicked smile. Midmorning, we’d had sex in his office.
“No one heard us,” he said, reading my mind. His perfect white smile illumi
nated the room, and, for that moment, I didn’t care if anyone had heard us.
“Now, I don’t even care. I’m just happy,” I said, meaning it. I’d reunited with my knight in shining armor. My Ronan…. Nothing else mattered.
Ronan threw the napkin in the trash and stalked over to me. I looked up into his shadowy eyes. Every layer of distrust was slowly fading away. I had misjudged Ronan. I didn’t give him a chance to be the man that made me his wife. The man that I fell in love with.
“Ruby,” he said enclosing my face within his big hands.
“Yes Ronan?”
“I want you to know that I love you more than—”
His office creaked open and our necks swiveled around to Misty Crewe. She walked in, or should I say floated into, Ronan’s office as if she was on her own cloud. Looking radiant in a hot pink dress that clung to her body with matching six-inch stilettos, her naturally coiled hair was done up in a fresh over the shoulder, ringlet style.
“Oh…” she said before pausing to look between me and Ronan. “Don’t let me interrupt. It looks like you two were having a moment,” said Misty locking her gaze in on Ronan.
“Why are you here, Misty?” Ronan stepped around me and walked toward her. “You were fired over a week ago, so you have no reason to be on these premises, ever again. Much less, walking into my office unannounced.”
I walked over and stood by the desk, right beside the space where Ronan and I had just made love. I leaned against the desk and studied the woman who had taken a part of Ronan from me. I grew violently weak with resentment and anger…even the plaguing edge of uncertainty began to rear its ugly head once again.
“I just came to collect a few things that I left behind,” Misty said with a roll of her eyes. “And, I was going to check on you, but I see that you’re just fine, now that she’s decided to come back.”
Ronan walked back over to stand beside me. “As a matter of fact, I am better than fine now that Ruby is back. But I could’ve gotten someone to mail anything that you left via express delivery,” Ronan said with a frown. “All you had to do was call the front desk and leave a message.”
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