In a flash, his eyes locked onto her breasts. “Shit, Jenn,” Andre rasped. “No bra?” He cupped her tits, fondling their weight beneath his palms. “You’re like a drug. Too fucking hard to resist. I can’t get enough. I’m like some hopeless addict. Completely addicted to you.”
Jennifer’s breath hitched, exquisite sensation bursting through her. Her nipples ached with need, jutting into hardened peaks beneath Andre’s massive hands. “Then don’t. Don’t resist me. I’m yours. Take your fill.”
His hands slid down the length of her torso and over her hips, stopping when he reached the waistband of her yoga pants. He lowered onto his knees and then slowly peeled the fabric down her thighs and onto the floor. Jennifer flattened her palms onto each of his shoulders, steadying herself as she lifted one foot and then the other from her pants. Eye-level with the red, lace thong sheathing her mound, Andre inched forward, nuzzling his nose against the barrier to her sex. “I love the way you smell.”
“Kiss me,” she said, lowering her gaze so she could watch.
Agonizingly slowly, Andre trailed his nose over the outside of her thong, suckling and teasing her pussy lips through the thin fabric. “I plan to do a hell of a lot more than that.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Fucking eat me out,” Jennifer questioned, annoyed that he was making her wait. She was wet and horny. She needed to fuck. She pressed her hips against his face, her palm moving to the base of his head and roughly pushing his mouth to her pussy.
Andre released a guttural sound and shoved his thumb and forefinger through the skinny waistband of her thong, yanking the tiny piece of fabric firmly down. Palms splayed over her hips, he smoothed them down her thighs, then lower to journey around each calf, and finally stopping to grip her ankle and assist her with kicking it first from one leg and then the other, only instead of letting her lower her leg the second time, he positioned it over his shoulder, wrapping his arm securely around her thigh, and plunged his mouth into her sex. With a long sweep of his tongue, he licked up the length of her, groaning his approval as Jennifer gasped.
“Oh...oh...oh my God!” Her voice rose an octave higher, with each word, her entire world spiraling into an erotic abyss. “Yes!” she cried, her head lolled back, banging lightly against the solid glass shower door. She’d completely forgotten it was there. Forgotten that the water was rushing from the showerhead waiting for them to step inside. Hell, she’d forgotten everything except the divine sensation of Andre’s mouth working over her sex. She splayed her hand behind her back using it to anchor her back against the shower door, her palm flat against the slippery mist-coated glass surface. Undulating, she rolled her hips forward, bucking them against Andre’s mouth, her free hand increasing the pressure on the base of his neck.
A loud smack echoed off the walls as Andre pulled his mouth from her sex. His lips glistened with evidence of her arousal. “You’re fucking dripping,” he said. “You love to watch me fuck you with my mouth, don’t you? It turns you on.” He smirked, looking up at her raw desire flickering in his dark brown eyes. Not waiting for a response, he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
Wave after wave of pleasure swarmed through her. “Andre!” Jennifer screamed, bellowing at the top of her lungs. “Don’t stop...don’t stop,” she panted. “Yes...yes...oh...God, yes!” Her earth-shattering wails reverberated off the walls as he thrust a finger into her tight center and immediately followed with a second one, working in and out as his mouth suctioned back over her clit in sweet torment.
In and out, Andre pumped. Faster and faster, his fingers fucked Jennifer. Suddenly, Andre curled his finger hitting her exactly on her G-spot.
“Ah....ah....oh....oh,” she shrieked, her vaginal walls clenching around Andre’s finger. Her arousal gushed from her, spurting in warm streams over his knuckles.
Andre tightened his arm around her hip, his fingers clenching her ass, supporting her body as her knees buckled. Chest heaving, a sinking feeling flowed through her as Andre withdrew his fingers from her channel. “No,” she protested weakly.
A deep guttural sound rippled from his chest. “Insatiable,” he teased, his thumb rolling over her sensitive nub while he brushed his velvet lips along her inner thigh.
Aftershocks rocked through her, her legs shaking beneath his touch. “Aren’t you supposed to be at church? Your mother is waiting for you,” she managed to say as his lips traveled to the juncture between her sex and the top of her thigh.
“She’ll get over one Sunday without all three of her children sitting beside her in the pew. Besides, God didn’t make a goddess like you to be ignored.”
Arousal dripped down her legs, her eyes widening as Andre pressed his fingertip between her swollen pussy lips and stroked the length of her and then held it up to his lips. The tip of his tongue darted out running down the length of his finger. “You get off on tormenting me.” Jennifer’s words were barely audible above her rapid intake of air.
“You want a taste?” he asked as he rose to his feet.
Jennifer nodded, her hooded eyes feasting on the tip of his sleek brown finger. Her lips parted instinctively as he brought it to her mouth.
“Go ahead,” Andre encouraged, coating her wetness over her bottom lip. “Suck and when you’re done, then you’re going to suck me off.”
Chapter 41
Jennifer
“You. Are. So. Smokin’. Hot.” Jennifer blew on her fingertips and pretended to lower a gun into a holster.
Andre’s lips twitched, appearing amused by her antics. Still in the shower, his skin shined, his pectoral muscles slick and cut. His abs flat and roped as his engorged cock pulsed from between his thick, muscular thighs. “You flatter me.”
“Freedom of speech, Officer Jenkins. I only speak my mind. It ensures that I always get what I want,” she whispered against his cheek.
“It does, does it?”
“Always.” Jennifer’s nipples hardened, their swollen peaks brushing across his broad chest as she ogled him. “How is it possible that your dick is already so big, thick, and hard? You just came.” Barely an inch separated their bodies. On tiptoe, she braced her hands flat to his pecs, his small tan nipples poking against her splayed palm. “In my mouth,” she whispered against his cheek.
A strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his torso before resting it heavily against her hip. “Do you want something now, Ms. Jordan?”
“Yes,” she answered, sucking his earlobe between her lips. “You.”
“You already have me.” Andre lolled his head, using his mouth to goad her lips apart. His tongue delved into her mouth, capturing her tongue with his and tasting the salty residue of his cum. “Want to know what I want?” he rasped, breaking the kiss.
A thrill shot through her. Her pulse raced as Andre moved his hand lower to cup her ass. “What?”
“I want to bury my cock in this tight, little asshole,” he said, his finger probing around the puckered opening and then pressing firmly.
Jennifer’s head dropped back, her lips parting as Andre fondled the taboo opening. “I...want it too,” she gasped, shockwaves rocking throughout her entire body. “Right now.” She crushed her lips to his, her breasts squashed against his chest, and roughly kissed him. “Right here and back at our condo,” she said.
“Are you asking me to come home?” Andre asked. Jennifer nodded, unable to respond with words as Andre slammed his mouth back over her. Their tongues lashed together wrestling in frantic, unleased desire.
Chapter 42
Jennifer
After spending the entire afternoon having sex, Jennifer and Andre headed back to the condo having each built up quite a hunger from the day’s activity. “Kind of feels like déjà vu, doesn’t it?” Jennifer asked as she eyed their plates, piled high with leftovers from the previous night’s meal.
“Maybe a little,” Andre answered, spearing a large slice of meat onto his fork. A deep guttural sound of approval streamed from his lips,
his face a mask of sheer ecstasy as he slowly chewed.
“Still tastes good?” Jennifer brought a forkful of rosemary garlic potatoes to her mouth. “Mmm,” she murmured savoring the garlic and butter flavor.
“Steak’s excellent. From the sound of it the potatoes are too.” Andre shoveled a large bite into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed. “Dear God, woman, you can cook.”
Jennifer beamed, a sense of pride soaring within her. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Have I ever told you you’re one spectacular woman?”
“You give me too much credit.” She picked up the bottle of sparkling cider to top off Andre’s glass. “It would have tasted better last night before I ruined everything with my meltdown.
Lines creased across his forehead, his eyes darkening. “I disagree. You didn’t ruin anything.”
“Because of me you didn’t even get to eat your dinner.”
“Not true. I ate the salad, which I might add, was a meal in itself.” Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a sip. As he placed the glass down, he added, “I ate a chocolate puff.”
“A chocolate puff?” Jennifer arched an eyebrow. “Only one?”
“Well...maybe two.” Andre shot her a sheepish grin. “Okay, four,” he admitted. “I ate four of them.”
Jennifer’s mouth dropped in mock horror. “Andre Jenkins, you should be ashamed of yourself. What would your mother think?”
“What was I supposed to do? I was hungry. You were sleeping, and I was bored. When my stomach started growling, I didn’t want to wake you. So I got up and went into the kitchen for a snack.” He brought another loaded forkful of rosemary garlic potatoes to his mouth and then continued with his excuse, “If it makes you feel better, I finished the rest of my salad first.”
His smile was contagious, mesmerizing Jennifer as she mimicked him with one of her own. “You missed your calling, Officer Jenkins. You really should have considered a career as a writer. You do know how to weave an excellent story.”
“If I’d known that I could keep putting a smile like that one on your face, I would. You never fail to amaze me. Somehow, you instinctually seem to know what I need.”
Her cheeks hurt from smiling. This dinner together felt so right—so natural. Heart pounding, Jennifer sucked in a deep breath, realizing that now was as good a time as any to tell him about the baby.
“Take this dinner, for example. You’ve no idea how much I needed to spend a quiet evening with you last night.
“Andre, I—” Jennifer began.
“I know it’s rude to interrupt, but I just have to get this off my chest, Jenn.” Andre placed his fork down, his tone turning somber. “This meal was unexpected and very much appreciated, especially after the fucked-up day I had yesterday. But the truth is, I’d have been happy eating a bowl of cereal if you were by my side.”
Her heart squeezed. How can he say that? Doesn’t he realize he deserves to eat like a king every night? Especially after putting up with a woman like me. “What happened?” Jennifer asked, unable to hide her concern.
“Not sure I want to ruin our meal by discussing it right now.” Andre sighed and then took a few gulps of his sparkling cider before he continued, “We’re going to have to discuss it anyway. I’d planned to last night, but you’d made dinner and I didn’t want to taint it with the news.”
“My having a panic attack tainted it for you,” Jennifer said.
“Well, there’s no sense delaying the terrible news. Rosalyn stopped by the office Friday afternoon,” Andre informed her. “She’d just left her lawyer’s office and wanted to inform me personally that she filed for sole custody of Michael.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened. “What the fuck! You’re just telling me now?”
Andre put his palm up before him. “Let me explain what happened.”
Jennifer gritted her teeth. “I’m all ears.”
“Last time we dropped Michael back at the house, she’d hinted that she’d do something to take him away from me. Honestly, I thought she was only giving me a hard time. I guess I should’ve known better.” Andre balled his fist onto the table, tapping lightly as he provided the details, “Rosalyn’s always played dirty, but this time she’s outdone herself.”
“That bitch.” Jennifer seethed. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?”
Averting his eyes, Andre quickly picked up his knife and fork and made a production of cutting his meat.
It is because of me! Andre’s reluctance to answer her question told her so. He didn’t need to say anything. Jennifer knew the truth. Pain ripped through her chest. Her breathing shallowed as reality took over. Everyone knew Rosalyn hated her. But this...this was pure evil. Spiteful and self-centered.
“I have an appointment with my lawyer on Thursday.”
“Good,” Jennifer answered softly. “What time? I’ll have to let Vicki know.”
“It’s at 2:00. Just please promise not to let Rosalyn goad you into an argument and whatever you do, don’t find some way to blame yourself for this, Jenn.”
Jennifer shook her head. “How can I not? She doesn’t want you with me. Who else is there to blame?”
“Rosalyn. She’s the only one at fault,” Andre stated matter-of-factly. “Blue Eyes,” Andre said, reaching for her hand. “I promise. She’ll never come between us ever again.”
It pained her to see the conflict of emotion play out over Andre’s face. He placed his elbow on the table and then held his palm to his forehead, kneading the skin. A deep, long sigh came from his lips.
“On what grounds does that hateful bitch feel she should be granted sole custody?” Jennifer steeled herself, her hands clasped in her lap.
He didn’t answer.
“Andre?” she said firmly and waited for him to look at her. “Tell me. I can take it.”
“Her official statement is that I’m unfit to care for Michael due to the nature of my personal relationships.”
“Aka me,” Jennifer finished for him.
He nodded.
“There must be more,” Jennifer said.
“It’s ugly. Let me spare you the nitty-gritty.”
“Tell me,” she urged.
Andre cleared his voice. “Rosalyn has accused you of being unfit due to being an alcoholic. Then questioned your lifestyle, moral judgment, and possibility that you’d fall off the wagon.”
“Hmph. That sounds more like it,” Jennifer said.
“Stop it right now!” Andre slammed his fist onto the table, the sparkling cider spilling over the rim of each flute.
Jennifer flinched at his venomous tone. As a rule, Andre was a pretty laid-back guy. She rarely saw him lose his cool. The last few days had been an anomaly. It all made sense now. Andre had a world of worry on his shoulders.
“Don’t put up that wall, Jenn. Rosalyn’s not going to fucking win.”
Jennifer moved her fork over the plate, playing with her food. Once again, Rosalyn had found a way to threaten their future together. The woman wouldn’t rest until she’d torn them completely apart. “Don’t you see, Andre? She’s already won.”
“No,” Andre said, his jaw clenched. “She hasn’t won anything.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, her words acidic. “She hasn’t? Just look at us. We can’t even enjoy a fucking dinner without her presence. She’s like a damned ghost looming around us.”
“Blue Eyes, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you,” he apologized. “You’re not going to like this, but I’ve decided to tell my lawyer everything.”
“Andre, you can’t,” Jennifer protested. “You’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
He shook his head, his lips cast downward. “It’s the only way for us to be free. Rosalyn’s left me with no other choice.”
“But, Michael?” Jennifer jolted from her chair.
“I love my son. I’d die for that boy, just like I’d die for you,” Andre stated, a slight tremble in his words. “Can’t you
see how much Rosalyn has stolen from me? From us?”
Jennifer clutched the edge of the table for support, nausea sweeping over her. She sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she willed it away. Everything Andre had said was true. She knew he loved her. Of that, she had no doubt. Nonetheless, it wasn’t fair that Andre eventually would be forced to choose between her and their unborn child or Michael.
“Talk about ruining things,” Andre released a disgruntled snort. “That’s ironic. I’m the one who messed up, Jenn.”
“Andre, don’t,” she said softly. “We can’t keep blaming ourselves over the sins of the past. They’re done and over with.”
“They aren’t, Jenn. Why can’t you understand? I just need you to support me. I ruined everything when I gave up on us. Any collateral damage can only be fixed by me.” Absently, he scratched his chin.
Absorbed with a slew of acrimonious thoughts, Jennifer slowly lowered back onto her chair. She should have known her happiness was too good to be true. She’d prayed so long to get Andre back. Now, when he was finally here, everything was unraveling and she was helpless to stop it. “Do whatever you think is right,” she heard herself say as if she were having an out-of-body experience. “I’ll support your decision one hundred percent.”
Chapter 43
Jennifer
Shit! Jennifer swore under her breath. She’d been dreading this day since she’d found out she was pregnant. Months ago, while sipping coffee at Starbucks, Victoria had stumbled upon the wedding dress. A recent graduate of the prestigious Rhode Island School of Design, Gabriella Sousa, their friend Diana’s twin sister, had created a portfolio jam-packed with her original design sketches. It was while Diana proudly showed off the one-of-a-kind creations in the photos that Victoria had fallen in love with a stunning trumpet-style design.
Somehow... Teeth clenched, Jennifer tugged on the zipper. I’m going... Grunting, she twisted her body into several unnatural positions, but no matter how many ways Jennifer managed to maneuver her body, the stupid zipper wouldn’t budge.
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