Page 26 of Love Me Now: Baltimore & Madelyn

The mischievousness in his tone said that I’d better just follow this man’s lead. We walked inside of a king’s bedroom and straight into a bathroom. The shower ran, immersing the bathroom in heated clouds. Baltimore left me in the center of the bathroom, then retreated back to the room. Seconds later, he reappeared with two sets of clothes: a set for me and a set for him. He placed them on an ottoman positioned in the center of the bathroom.

“Let’s shower,” he said.

So, I started removing my clothes just as he did. I gulped the minute he whipped his shirt over his head. Baltimore’s body was riddled with muscles and tattoos. The tattoos on his arms were always on display. It was the tattoos on his chest, abdomen, and back that I’d never had the pleasure of viewing. I stared in amazement.

“Strip, baby. We only got a few minutes.”

Oh, right!I pried my eyes off him and hurriedly undressed. It wasn’t until I stood before him naked that I thought of how he’d respond to seeing my bare flesh. My body was something I’d taken care of over the years. Moisturizing daily, eating whatever I wanted in moderation, and the occasional walks around Bell Estates kept me right where I wanted to be. I loved my body and the way it aged gracefully. A few years back, I had my breasts lifted. At the time, they were the only things that I looked in the mirror and thought about fine-tuning. So, I did without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Now, as Baltimore’s eyes swept up and down my body, it was my turn to rush him. “The clock is ticking,” I mumbled.

Smirking, he removed his boxers, revealing the beauty of his long and thick dick. He came to me, took my hand, and led me into the shower. I didn’t say a word. Not as he bathed me, then not as he bathed himself. My body was hot all over because he reverenced it like a delicate jewel. Having another man’s hands on my body after Baltimore would never suffice. Just his simple touches ignited me.

Shower complete, we rinsed, then dried off. At the sink, Baltimore had everything lined up that I’d normally use for moisturizing my skin, and my skin care routine. Glancing at him, I smirked.

“You been stalkin’ me?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

Not even caring, I made quick work of removing my makeup, cleansing, and moisturizing my face. Baltimore stood next to me and handled his routine. The way he took care of his body made me want him even more. He was so well-kept, and his skin glowed with health.

Next, I dressed, then slipped on the designer sneakers Baltimore had waiting for me. He had everything prepared as if he’d waited an eternity for this moment.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. I had no clue where we were going or what his plans were. As we walked out of the sliding glass door leading to his patio, my eyes widened at seeing the private jet sitting atop a tarmac.

“You have a fucking airfield in your backyard?” I questioned incredulously.

He pointed off to the east. “We, baby. My folks are over there.”

Thoroughly confused, I looked at the back of Baltimore’s head as he ushered me to the private jet. Dube waited with a smile on his face. Two other Black men wearing pilot’s gear accompanied him.

“All luggage is onboard,” Dube said.

The other two men tipped their heads to me and Baltimore.

“‘Sup, Cap and Silas.”

“Chillin’, Boss.”

“Happy to see you, Boss.”

Both men spoke at the same time. Then, they all joined hands. Baltimore glanced at me and prompted me to take the hand of the man who stood closest to me. I took his hand and waited to see what was going on. Whatever I prepared for it wasn’t Baltimore bowing his head to pray.

Tears coated my eyes. He prayed with the fervor of a man whose heart was bursting with love and expectancy of a love-filled future. After he was done, I wiped my tears and followed him up the steps to board the plane.

As whimsical as this was, and as exciting as this was, my heart couldn’t help but feel a little heavy. Leaving Genesis behind scared the hell out of me. I wanted to enjoy this time with Baltimore. I wanted to spend my weekend thinking of nothing but the passionate moments ahead of me. I wanted nothing—

Loudly, I gasped. “Genesis!” Stepping inside the aircraft, I was stunned to see Genesis peacefully sleeping inside his car seat that was strapped into one of the seats. I’d just stopped crying, but I felt a rush of tears again.

A young lady sitting next to Genesis smiled brightly and stood to introduce herself.

“Hi!” she spoke to me.

“Hi,” I replied.

“Maddie, this is my cousin, Sienna, nanny to the stars. She’ll be our nanny for the weekend,” Baltimore introduced.