Naughtier than Nice by Eric Jerome Dickey Page B

say that was just added to the list. I could look him in his eyes and say there was no affair going on. But it changed. Blue’s baby momma went on another rampage regarding custody issues. She hadn’t called her child in three months, nor sent a dime to support her child, and she was making demands. It was too much. I was unhappy at homeand just wanted a place to sit and not feel stressed. You told me I could sit in a room at your home. You had plenty of space. You lived in your office. Your televisions, your computers, sofa, and bed were all in that one gigantic room. I could use the rest of the house as if I were at a bed-and-breakfast, or at Barnes and Noble, with the library you had.”
    He turned me over, took more ice, sucked my left nipple, said, “Keep talking.”
    I moaned. “You were in one room. I was in another wing. This big house. You were so far away I couldn’t hear you or tell that you were there. I was happy to be around you, happy being in your space.”
    â€œWhy were you hiding on the other side of the house? Felt like you were miles away.”
    â€œYou were in one room. I picked another in the far reaches, afraid to be close to you, alone with you in the same room, in your creative space. So close, yet so far, yet able to tell Blue, if needed, we were never in the same area.”
    He licked my nipples. “That was professional.”
    â€œI blogged, posted my YouTube videos about hair and being a stepmommy and made my political statements in the form of haikus, worked at the Apple Store with the techno-maniacs, and worked for you. We needed the money. Children are expensive. They never stop growing and never stop eating.”
    â€œYou worked. I paid you each time. I didn’t 1099 you. Didn’t increase your taxes.”
    I rubbed his wild hair. “I bought Mo more clothes, used coupons and bought more food.”
    â€œYou’re the coupon queen.”
    â€œNever pay for what you can get for free or at a discount. Learned that from Momma, and thanks to her I am the queen of coupons and sales; I can make one hundred dollars stretch like two thousand.”
    â€œFor a while, while I was working on that project, I was able to see you almost every day.”
    â€œI told myself I was providing for my family while you and I were rooms away from each other, sending text messages, messages that would make anyone who read them think we were miles, cities, states, maybe even countries away. I was alone with a man in a home that had many luxurious beds and I felt like I could trust you. You gave me compliments but never overdid it, knew where the line was drawn.”
    He moved down to my belly, more ice kisses on my warm skin. “I know. I had to respect you.”
    I clenched the covers, shivered, caught my breath, felt so damn alive.
    I whispered, “It made me want to be around you more and more. Each day the line that had been drawn moved. Soon I worked from the bedroom next to your office. I needed to be around positivity. That made me want to find a way to see you on the days I had other obligations.”
    â€œI thought about you night and day, Tommie. Looked forward to you being here.”
    â€œThat time I needed to be alone with me, it turned into time I needed to be alone with you. I stopped resting in another part of your home and began lounging on the big chair in your office.”
    â€œIt surprised me when you came into my office and chilled out on the big red chair.”
    â€œYou would write. I would read. We never disturbed each other.”
    He pushed my legs open, said, “In silence. Occasionally making eye contact.”
    I shivered again, anticipating. “I would stare and imagine reading naked.”
    â€œI would have written naked if you had asked.”
    â€œI wanted to fellate you while you wrote.”
    He said, “And while you read, I wanted to give you cunnilingus like you’d never experienced.