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“So, what you think, baby?” she asked using baby as often as she could.

“You look good, love. You ready to go?”

“What is it you want me to say? You’re very needy, Simone. You know that, right?”

“I can’t help I like what I like,” she voiced placing her hand on her hip.

“You’re very forgetful as well,” I added.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Meaning when it’s your anniversary and your contract, you have the right to run the show. However, I’m here to celebrate and enjoy my day. It can end early or at its designated time. You choose.”

Once again, she dropped her head out of embarrassment.

I picked up on it fast that she only does it when things don’t go her way.

It was clear Alex spoiled her rotten, as he should, though.

I did the same for my wife. The only difference was she always got her way, even in situations as such.

She was also very confident in how she moved. Validation wasn’t needed from me.

Standing, I approached her slowly, lifting her face to mine once in reach. Such a beautiful woman who lacked the ability to stand without a man. It was a damn shame, to be honest. Her hazel eyes locked in with mine and that hunger for me was still present from earlier. She would be fed in due time.

“How a nigga supposed to enjoy the view if you keep dropping this? Eyes on me love, aight?” She nodded slowly, and I could hear her body calling out to me. Simone was more than ready to feel me. “Let’s go eat.”

Finally able to leave the room, we took the elevator down to the main floor. There were plenty of restaurants on the island giving us a variety of places to eat. One particular spot was located a few buildings over called Sunup to Sundown. Those were their hours of operation.

Hand in hand, we strolled through the lobby with compliments coming from all directions.

Simone was a beauty, and I was far from ugly, so I knew we looked good together.

I assumed it was another highlight of her day the way she cuffed my arm and kept a smile plastered on her face.

There were even moments where she blushed. She was enjoying being my companion.

As soon as we touched the sidewalk, the heat immediately slapped us in the face. I was used to it. When I started my company, we had clients that wanted things done summer midday. In my opinion, it kept my dark skin rich.

“Jesus it’s hot. Why didn’t we just eat at the hotel restaurant? It would’ve been a lot easier.”

“It would’ve but we’re ordering in after the mud bath. I figured before we end up fuckin’ like rabbits, I’d take in some fresh air. We’re not walking for long, either. The restaurant is right there,” I said pointing to the building.

“Oh, me and Alex come here all the time. Their brunch is really good.”

“That I know.”

Within the next few steps, I was reaching for the door handle.

Opening it, Simone stepped in with me a little ways behind her.

Because her backside was enjoyed more than others, I tended to gaze at it often.

My eyes traveled from her heels up to her ass and lingered for a minute.

The roundness of it caused my dick to stretch down my thigh.

I knew what was to come once our stomachs were full.

Looking over her shoulder, she gained my attention. “You coming?” she questioned.

“In due time we both will,” I mumbled.

“Huh?”

“Yeah love. I’m right behind you.”

The hostess sat us down within minutes handing over menus and silverware.

We both took the time to scan them and settle on a meal.

I went with a few pieces of fried chicken, cheese eggs over a small bowl of grits, and waffles on the side.

Simone decided on a simple plate of catfish and cheese grits.

“I’m your waiter, Jacob. What can I start you beautiful people off with to drink?”

“Apple juice and a double shot of Louis XIII for me and a mimosa for the lady. My entrée of choice is the number four with a bowl of cheese eggs over grits. The lady will have the number seven,” I answered for us.

“Yes sir. Is there anything else I can get you?”

“That’ll be all. Thank you.”

The menus were closed and handed over. He walked away and Simone couldn’t stop looking at me softly. Apparently, I was doing something that granted me such a reaction. The smirk she wore suited her face perfectly.

“Is that what you do on the regular?”

“What is that, love?” I countered. I wanted to think I knew what she was referring to, but I was lost.

“Ordering for your woman. You even make that look sexy.”

“’Preciate it. You say that like no one does it for you. I’m sure your husband makes sure his other half is taken care of.”

“He’s a chef. The only thing he has more concern for than me is food.

When we go out, his focus is how tender the meat is.

All I desire is to enjoy him and our time together, but he doesn’t.

That’s why I was skeptical about sharing a meal with you.

I know without the outside world around I can be the center of attention and get whatever I want. ”

I heard every word, and no sympathy found me. Being attractive didn’t mean shit nowadays anyway. Her sex was good, and she knew it, so she used it to her advantage. It took more than pussy to tame me, though. I wasn’t the only attentive one at this table.

Their marriage was theirs to speak on. I had nothing to say about her husband’s treatment to her.

Naomi was damn near worshipped in our union and didn’t have to wonder who or what had my attention more.

It was always her. I didn’t go a day without verbalizing or physically showing my appreciation.

Leaving her mind to wonder created doubt and there was none on my behalf when it came to her. I knew exactly who I married.

“Voice your concerns and go from there. A simple conversation could change a lot. How often are you on the island?” I asked, changing the subject at hand.

“Alex and I opened our marriage maybe four years ago, so we’re here at least every three months. Sometimes his clients ask him to tag along so he brings me with him. I learned to have my fun while he’s occupied.”

The waiter returned with our drinks and meals at the same time.

I used the opportunity to keep my comments to myself and find interest in the plate in front of me.

As a man that lacked love from his mother, I knew what having a wife meant.

Alex wasn’t ignoring her; she just wasn’t his first priority. He didn’t hide it, either.

“Give me your hands,” I said reaching for hers.

“Why?” she inquired with slight confusion.

“I pray over my food, love.” She placed her soft hands in mine and bowed her head. I led a quick prayer before releasing her and indulging in my meal.

“I found you attractive before, but you really don’t know what you do to women.

That was simple yet sexy and now my pussy is throbbing.

” She stood and walked over to my side of the table.

Bending over, her lips found comfort against my neck.

I couldn’t deny the fire she started within.

“We made it to the restaurant like you wanted. I think I’ve been a good girl, baby, and deserved to be fucked. ”

Placing her hand in my lap, she stroked my wood through my shorts.

It didn’t help that they were thin showing my print with every step I took.

My choice of clothes today were thin pieces because of the humidity level as well as how clear the skies were with the sun shining as bright as ever.

My shirt wasn’t more than an opened linen button down with my chest tattoos on display.

Now, we were in a restaurant surrounded by others, and she had no remorse of what she was about to start. I was more than prepared to finish it.

“I said we’d eat and then fuck, Simone,” I reminded her.

“You had a few bites so strap up and fuck me already.”

No sooner than those words left her mouth, she was dropping to her knees.

Sliding my chair back, she freed my shaft wrapping her lips around it without hesitation.

The good thing about The Hideaway was indecent exposure wasn’t against the law.

You were free to do whatever the fuck you wanted wherever the fuck you wanted.

It was so normal, you found yourself breezing by it without feeling uncomfortable.

There was never a moment in my life where head wasn’t accepted.

Simone was skilled and very aware that her mouth was more pleasing when my dick was in it.

Pulling the condom from my pocket, I removed my manhood from between her jaws and slid the rubber down it.

Simone was straddling my lap as soon as the rubber hit the base.

“You’re impatient as fuck.”

With my shaft at her opening, her eyes closed slowly as inches of me disappeared inside of her. “Says the man that’s hard as a fuckin’ rock inside me,” she moaned.

I was indeed bricked up and pleased with the feeling of her.

Simone didn’t have to do much. She came with a river already flowing.

The warmth and moisture she housed was insane.

I was a man with self-control so nutting up quick wasn’t ‘bout to happen.

However, she had everything to make a nigga do so with ease.

The slow grind in my lap, the soft kisses on my neck, and the way she whispered my name had me lost in her within seconds.

“Fuuuuuck, I missed this,” she uttered.

Her slim, thick frame was pinned down against mine.

The feel of her was one I planned on enjoying more of before she was thrown back in the pond.

I took my time caressing every inch of her backside.

She felt like putty in my hands from how soft she was.

The longer my hands roamed the wetter she got.

“I can tell from the way you gripping a nigga.”

“That’s ‘cause I love the way you feel, baby.”