Ru'n. What's wrong?”
She missed him that's what's wrong. “I love the sound of your accent. Feels like I haven’t heard it in months,” she preened syrupy and sweet. “Your child and I am fine. I’m just a little overwhelmed hearing you talk.” Kenya caught her hand sliding down her thigh rubbing up and down the way Jonathan had when he’d come to her apartment after work back in the States. “Lord, honey, you got me touching myself in public.”
“There's always phone sex…,” he offered in a low tone that was a hot, lurid conversation all by itself.
“I wish,” she complained and it was the truth as heat circled her breasts burning her bra. Her hormones were bumping today, screaming for Jonathan’s special touch, his tongue. “Don’t mind me, honey. My nipples hurt and you’re not here to…help me. My body misses you too.”
He gave a muffled groan. “Can you get to an empty office for a minute?”
Moisture pooled between her thighs and she tried not to sound raspy when she said, “Not enough time,” she failed because her voice squeaked out and she turned toward the wall to shield the heat growing up her throat. “You're always thinking of me aren't you?”
“Sound of your voice got me stroking myself in front of these men, Kenya,” he told her and she felt rolling heat pouring up her body from her swollen flesh between her thighs. She flexed her hand holding it away from her body pressing it to the cold wall to calm her breathing. Jonathan asked, “What happened at the hearing?”
She flushed embarrassed running a hand along her ribs back and forth. “Excited to hear your voice, I almost forgot we'd had a meeting.” He grinned on the other end. “Things are at a standstill until Morgan signs off on being married.”
Jonathan grunted something incoherent on the other end. “Signs off...When did they get married?”
“The lawyer didn’t say, only that he needed her signature and she wasn't there to sign the papers.”
Jonathan made a choking noise. “And Brian came without her, knowing she'd need to sign the decree?”
“I don't think Brian knows where she went. She was there at the start of the meeting until the attorney declared Sophie and Brian officially divorced. During the meeting, she’d gotten up and gone to the restroom, I can’t imagine where else she could’ve gone.” Unless she’d hidden in an office. “Ten minutes later, one of his goon’s came to the conference door back and told Brian Morgan went home sick or that’s what he told the room.”
Kenya jutted out a hip and rested against the wall looking up and down the hall realizing for the first time how big the firm was. Five offices lined both sides of the hallway leading up to the reception desk.
“You think the marriage is bogus?”
As a three-dollar bill, she kept to herself not knowing who could hear her conversation. She rocked side to side, looking down at the floor, wiping her foot along the crack between the floor tiles. “Something’s bogus; I’m just not certain what.”
“Maybe she’s not pregnant.”
Kenya recognized her sister’s fuller lips and knew she was pregnant.
“She’s pregnant. I saw it on her face. I’m wondering if it’s Brian’s.”
“How long had she been separated from her husband?”
“Six, seven months,” she revealed. “At first, Rick fought the divorce and Morgan moved out. They were separated for months, but he never stopped loving her.”
Jonathan said, “No chance they hooked up one last time?”
She choked on his suggestion that Morgan had sex with Rick when Morgan couldn't wait to divorce him. She kept saying he was too immature for her because he was two years younger than her. “I doubt it. Morgan couldn’t stand Rick by this time,” she let her attention move down the hall. The lawyer stood speaking with Jamie and he said something and began moving toward her. “Rick wanted children and she didn’t. But Morgan is money hungry. Another
She missed him that's what's wrong. “I love the sound of your accent. Feels like I haven’t heard it in months,” she preened syrupy and sweet. “Your child and I am fine. I’m just a little overwhelmed hearing you talk.” Kenya caught her hand sliding down her thigh rubbing up and down the way Jonathan had when he’d come to her apartment after work back in the States. “Lord, honey, you got me touching myself in public.”
“There's always phone sex…,” he offered in a low tone that was a hot, lurid conversation all by itself.
“I wish,” she complained and it was the truth as heat circled her breasts burning her bra. Her hormones were bumping today, screaming for Jonathan’s special touch, his tongue. “Don’t mind me, honey. My nipples hurt and you’re not here to…help me. My body misses you too.”
He gave a muffled groan. “Can you get to an empty office for a minute?”
Moisture pooled between her thighs and she tried not to sound raspy when she said, “Not enough time,” she failed because her voice squeaked out and she turned toward the wall to shield the heat growing up her throat. “You're always thinking of me aren't you?”
“Sound of your voice got me stroking myself in front of these men, Kenya,” he told her and she felt rolling heat pouring up her body from her swollen flesh between her thighs. She flexed her hand holding it away from her body pressing it to the cold wall to calm her breathing. Jonathan asked, “What happened at the hearing?”
She flushed embarrassed running a hand along her ribs back and forth. “Excited to hear your voice, I almost forgot we'd had a meeting.” He grinned on the other end. “Things are at a standstill until Morgan signs off on being married.”
Jonathan grunted something incoherent on the other end. “Signs off...When did they get married?”
“The lawyer didn’t say, only that he needed her signature and she wasn't there to sign the papers.”
Jonathan made a choking noise. “And Brian came without her, knowing she'd need to sign the decree?”
“I don't think Brian knows where she went. She was there at the start of the meeting until the attorney declared Sophie and Brian officially divorced. During the meeting, she’d gotten up and gone to the restroom, I can’t imagine where else she could’ve gone.” Unless she’d hidden in an office. “Ten minutes later, one of his goon’s came to the conference door back and told Brian Morgan went home sick or that’s what he told the room.”
Kenya jutted out a hip and rested against the wall looking up and down the hall realizing for the first time how big the firm was. Five offices lined both sides of the hallway leading up to the reception desk.
“You think the marriage is bogus?”
As a three-dollar bill, she kept to herself not knowing who could hear her conversation. She rocked side to side, looking down at the floor, wiping her foot along the crack between the floor tiles. “Something’s bogus; I’m just not certain what.”
“Maybe she’s not pregnant.”
Kenya recognized her sister’s fuller lips and knew she was pregnant.
“She’s pregnant. I saw it on her face. I’m wondering if it’s Brian’s.”
“How long had she been separated from her husband?”
“Six, seven months,” she revealed. “At first, Rick fought the divorce and Morgan moved out. They were separated for months, but he never stopped loving her.”
Jonathan said, “No chance they hooked up one last time?”
She choked on his suggestion that Morgan had sex with Rick when Morgan couldn't wait to divorce him. She kept saying he was too immature for her because he was two years younger than her. “I doubt it. Morgan couldn’t stand Rick by this time,” she let her attention move down the hall. The lawyer stood speaking with Jamie and he said something and began moving toward her. “Rick wanted children and she didn’t. But Morgan is money hungry. Another
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