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  CHAPTER 6

  Joy

  “I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU in almost a month. Why are you hiding from me? That white man got your ass on lock. So, tell me, does he do extra kinky shit in the bedroom? Maybe I need to get me a white dude. I hear they like to go down on their women all the time. Is that true?”

  Joy laughed at her friend Mercy’s antics. “Girl, I’m not telling you what my man and I do in the bedroom. If you want to find out if white men are different in the bedroom, then you need to step out of your box and find out yourself. I’m here to tell you, all men are basically the same. Except for my man. Now, my man, he’s something different altogether. Kane is on a whole other level than any other man before him.” Just thinking about how he’d woken her up this morning had her squirming in her chair. That man’s tongue-game should be patented and kept under lock and key for her use only.

  “Damn,” Mercy drawled. “It’s like that, huh? How the hell have I been on this Earth for thirty-something years and haven’t met a man who warrants that kind of response from me? Shit. When’s your next company holiday party, because I’m bringing my ass as your date. Time for me to find a man at that law firm of yours.”

  Joy laughed into the phone. Leave it to Mercy to keep her laughing. They’d known each other since freshman year at Sinclair State. They hadn’t been roommates, but each of them hated their assigned person so much, they switched in the middle of the year. They’d been friends for almost twenty years, and to this day, Mercy was the only one who knew just how much her ex’s words had hurt her soul.

  That he’d called her frigid as he stood in front of her with a wet dick from fucking another woman in their bed made something curl up in a ball inside her chest. Those hateful words made her feel less than a woman; as if something was wrong with her. He’d been a vicious, bitter man who had his pride hurt when he couldn’t make her cum on his own. It wasn’t her fault he had a little dick and didn’t know how to use it. Clearly, he’d never heard about using the motion in the ocean.

  If she were petty like that damn “Messy Mandy,” she’d call him up and brag about what her new man could do for her. How he made her ass speak in tongues on the regular. Kane put her in positions her body had never been put in before. Every night before they went to bed, he made sure she knew just how much he wanted her. Even if they didn’t have sex, which most nights they did, he’d hold her tight within his arms, whispering soft words in her ear.

  “Well, we have something before the holiday that I was going to invite you to attend. I can’t officially be there with Kane, so you can be my date.” Joy hated that they still needed to hide their relationship, but she knew it was for the best. They were still too new and showing off their relationship would cause issues. She just wasn’t ready to turn her life upside down. Not yet.

  “Will some of those fine ass lawyers be there?”

  Laughing, she looked over at the clock and noticed the time. She needed to meet Kane in fifteen minutes. “You know they will,” she responded. “It’s next month, so we still have time to go shopping for dresses. It’ll be at The Castle. You know the museum in the mall that we love to visit? The partners are going all out since it’s the firm’s 25th anniversary.”

  “That means I’ll be drinking my ass off, and you’ll probably leave me to go off to do the nasty with your man. I’ll reserve a hotel room for the night and stay for the weekend.”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Alright, girl, I need to head to a meeting. I’ll see you this weekend for girl’s night?” No matter what, they tried to catch up at least once per month to stay connected. A few of her girlfriends from college were still in the DC Metro area. They usually talked shit about other people and talked about all the petty gossip an alumnus from their college posted on her blog. She tried to stay off Mandy’s radar as much as possible, but the woman was like a bloodhound. Once she got her claws in you, all your business was fair game to be posted on her blog for the entire world to read.

  Joy hung up with Mercy and sent a few emails before gathering her purse for lunch. Since that first day, when Kane revealed that he was the person she’d met online, they tried to have lunch together every day. Sometimes they ate food. Other times Kane spent the entire hour eating her. They even had a name for their lunchtime getaways: Nooners. A text message came through from Kane just as she was about to get up and leave.

  Kane: Come to my office. Lunch postponed. Need to see you.

  Disappointment flowed through her. One of Kane’s clients was extra demanding lately, so their time together was reduced due to all the extra hours he worked each day. He was working long nights at the office, and even if she stuck around, they couldn’t be affectionate with each other. Too many people were always around. The weekends were theirs alone, but he’d been spending a few hours each day in his home office taking calls and writing legal briefs. He’d had to cancel lunch a few times when the client had urgent needs, or they’d postpone to later in the day when they could both leave the office early and go to his house for a rough, raw session up against the living room wall.

  Insatiable.

  Thirsty.

  Demanding.

  Yes, her man was all those things, and she loved every fucking minute of it. Sighing deeply, she placed her purse back in the drawer and locked it. Grabbing a pad of paper and her favorite pen, she put on her professional mask and left her office. Time to see what Kane had up his sleeve, because he needed to make this shit up to her. He’d accomplished the goal he’d spoken out loud over a month ago. She craved him. Her body was addicted to his and the way he made her feel.

  Now that he’d canceled their lunch date, she was feeling some kind of way. Maybe she should ignore his summons. The man was too damn bossy for his own good. Come to me. Get undressed. Don’t leave me. Let me fuck you. Let me spank that beautiful ass.

  Joy knew she should learn to tell him no more often. Yeah, she needed to do that, and she would... right after this meeting with him.

  “Hey, Kane. Sorry to interrupt, but you wanted to see me?” Joy stood at the door, waiting, and took in the scene in front of her. She was grown enough to not jump to conclusions, but she was also positive her face was not set in happy-happy-joy-joy mode.

  Sitting at Kane’s conference table was one of the neediest, most man-hungry, gold-digging legal secretaries in their firm. Big breasts, small waist, and long blonde hair. The kind of woman who fit the mold of Kane’s perfect type. What the fuck was she doing in Joy’s man’s office? Considering she worked for the attorneys two floors down who focused on litigation, there was no need for her happy-go-lucky ass to be all up in Kane’s face. Yet, here she was.

  She gritted her teeth and tried to keep her cool. It wouldn’t do any good for her to go batshit crazy at her job of all places. Nope. Wouldn’t be good at all for the Chief Legal Officer to see her dragging another employee through the hallway. Just wasn’t worth the spectacle of it all. Especially not over a man. No matter how good he put it down in the bedroom, or how sexy he was clothed or naked, or how often he told her she was beautiful and that he couldn’t see being happy without her by his side.

  Yeah, even with all that, she wasn’t going to lose her shit. On the other hand, Kane had about two-point-five seconds to get this chick the hell up out of his office.

  Glancing at Kane, she raised an eyebrow in question. “So, are we meeting? If not, I’m sure we can catch up later,” she smirked.

  CHAPTER 7

  Joy

  KANE JUMPED UP FROM the chair, bearing a small smile of his own. “Ah, yes. Thanks for stopping by my office. Yes, I definitely need to meet with you.” Turning to the blonde leaning forward in a blatant attempt to showcase her big breasts, Kane motioned to the door. “I appreciate you stopping by Catherine. It was very considerate of you to volunteer to support me while my secretary is out on maternity leave. I’ll talk with the team manager first to see if other arrangements have already been made. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Not waiting
for her to acknowledge his words, he began speaking with Joy, who’d walked into his office. “Joy, I’m glad you made it. Come in and have a seat. Catherine, close the door behind you.”

  The woman had a frown on her face after Kane dismissed her from the conversation. “Thank you, Kane. I’m sure that my temporary support to you will be approved. I’m really the only one who can support a busy partner such as yourself.” The woman, Catherine, sneered at Joy as she began walking out the door.

  “Don’t forget to close the door behind you,” Joy called out as she strolled over to Kane’s desk. The click of the door was the next sound she heard. Questions floated around her head, but she was trying to remain cool. “She wants to fill in while Lisa’s at home with her baby?”

  Kane rubbed a hand down his face as he stood a few feet away from her. “Yeah.” Looking at Joy’s face, he must have seen something that set him on edge because his entire demeanor changed. “Baby,” he cajoled. “Now listen to me. You know I don’t need a secretary. I didn’t ask her to come meet with me. And when I talk to the secretarial manager, I’m going to make it clear that I do not want that woman supporting me.”

  Joy was glad for his words, but the niggling concerns still fucked with her mind sometimes. “I didn’t say you wanted to meet with her. But she is your type.”

  His brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean by that?” Kane glanced at the door before walking over to it and engaging the lock.

  It was lunchtime, after all. He’d locked his door plenty of times before when they wanted privacy and just wanted to be a couple without the fear of someone walking in. Yes, they were walking a tightrope, but neither of them cared at this point.

  “I mean, she looks like the kind of woman I usually see on your arm. Someone others expect you to be with. A woman who fits the public image you have to uphold.”

  “Don’t ever say that to me again,” he growled in her ear.

  “What the fuck?” Joy jumped in surprise. She didn’t realize he’d walked up behind her. “Why did you sneak up on me like that?”

  Kane wrapped one hand around the front of her throat, pulling her back against his chest, her ass against his thickening cock. His other hand rested on her waist with his fingers spread wide. “Kitten... Kitten... Kitten... Don’t act like an alley cat. Not today when I’ve missed you so much. Now tell me why you’d say something like that to me?”

  Joy’s breath hitched in her throat. Even though he’d fucked her good and hard this morning, she’d still missed his touch. Needed to feel his hands on her body. To see that other woman so close to him, in his space, pissed her off. If this wasn’t her livelihood, she would have dragged her ass out of here with a hand wrapped around those long strands of bleached blonde hair.

  “Because you told me you’re mine,” she forced out. “But I know that could end one day. That you could see someone who checks all the boxes. Not intelligence mind you, or street smarts, or corporate savvy. And honestly, I’m fine as hell with all these curves, so if you do find someone—”

  His hand tightened around her throat. “Stop talking.” He reached down and began pulling her skirt up her thighs. “Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?”

  A smile came over her face. “Maybe a time or two.”

  He moved them closer to his mahogany executive desk, whispering softly, “I don’t like it when you’re upset with me. Don’t ever compare yourself to another woman. How dare you put yourself down as if I wouldn’t be the proudest motherfucker in this city to have you by my side. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How you make me feel?”

  Her lips trembled. Not only from his words, but because of her desire to tell him the same things. What she felt for him was beyond words. Just the thought of losing him made her want to weep with grief. Joy could not lose him. She wouldn’t lose him. Especially not to some gold-digging chick with fake titties. Although he’d asked her a question, she remained silent. He’d asked her this many times before, and she knew the answer. Yes, she did know how she made him feel. Yes, she did understand what she did to him.

  “Bend over.” He moved her upper body down, folding her over his large desk. The skirt she’d worn today in consideration for their lunch was flipped over her lower back. “Why are you wearing panties?” he snapped.

  Oh shit! She’d forgotten that directive he’d yelled out just before he left his bedroom to head into work. “I forgot.” But did she really? A smile came over her face as she thought about what was about to happen.

  “Baby, you know I can’t let you get away with that. I wanted you bare for me today, and now you’ve gone and disappointed me. You know what that means, right?”

  Oh yeah, she knew. “What if we get caught?” she asked as she felt her silk panties slide down her legs.

  “Lift. Other leg.”

  “Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you? I have a meeting in thirty minutes that I can’t be late for. I’ve been thinking about this wet, tight pussy all day.”

  The sound of his zipper coming down and the removal of his pants and button-up shirt were the only sounds in the room. Joy turned her head to look at him, smiling at the sight in front of her. Any other man would look odd standing in a white t-shirt and dress socks. Not her Kane. Her mouth watered as she stared at his thick, wide, long cock. That piece of flesh brought her so much pleasure.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to help you stay silent. Suck.” He placed a finger in her mouth, and once it was wet, he pressed the digit into her hot channel. A moan released from her at the touch. “Just a little bit longer,” he crooned as he slid in and out.

  She couldn’t help pressing back against him. Damn, the things she did for this man. How could he make her want to give him everything she had? Kane removed his finger from her sheath and brought the finger to his mouth before sucking her essence from the skin.

  “You ready for me?”

  She sighed with pleasure. “Always.”

  Kane’s positioned his cock at her entrance and plunged inside her. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”

  Joy couldn’t contain her moans, getting louder each time. Kane’s hand came around to cover her mouth as his voice whispered in her ear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll make sure no one hears us. I’ll protect you.” He plunged deeper and deeper as she pushed her ass back towards him, pleading with her body for him to give her more. “Yes. Just like that. You know exactly how to make me feel good. Damn, Joy. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

  Joy’s eyes crossed as Kane hit that soft spot inside her channel. Her body began quaking with her release, her cream pushing its way out and down her thighs. Glancing over at the clock on his bookcase, she saw they still had twenty minutes, which meant Kane wasn’t done yet. Smiling, she couldn’t help thinking to herself that “nooners” were the best fucking thing ever.

  CHAPTER 8

  Kane

  ANOTHER MONTH PASSED. Kane enjoyed dating Joy, and things were going as well as could be expected. Kane grabbed the coffee mugs from the counter and walked into the living room where Joy sat on the couch watching a movie. He loved having her in his home, relaxed, and just being his woman. She was at his house more often than her own. He’d cleared out space for her in his closet and in his drawers, and everywhere he looked around his home, there were traces of Joy scattered about. It felt good. He liked having little bits of her surrounding him every day. Now if he could only convince his woman to let everyone know they were a couple, he’d be a lot happier.

  “This movie is good,” Joy said while reaching for the mug in his hand.

  “I told you it was. Next time you’ll trust me.” Sitting down on the couch next to her, he placed his bare feet on the coffee table in front of him. Patting his thighs, he picked up one of her legs and placed it on his lap. “Put your feet up.” When they first began staying at his house, it took Joy a while to become comfortable in his space. Now it was as if she lived here, which would be just fine with him.

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nbsp; The only wrinkle in their relationship was the secrecy. Kane didn’t like that they had to hide. In the office, he had to make sure he didn’t do or say anything that would give them away. Joy was adamant that they not let anyone know what was going on between the two of them. He didn’t really care. Given a chance, he would shout it from the rooftops how much he loved this woman. Even though it had only been a few months since he’d come clean, his feelings for her were real as anything he’d felt before.

  “Joy, we need to talk.”

  Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. “About what?” She lifted the mug to her lips for another sip of the warm drink.

  “About us.” Setting his own mug on the side table, he shifted his body so that he was looking at her when he spoke again. “I don’t want to hide you, us, anymore. I went along with your request in the beginning because I understood your hesitation. The way we met. Everything that went down between us. Even our jobs have stood in the way of us. I’m done with it.”

  He watched as she sat frozen, her wide gaze staring at him. Joy attempted to move her feet from his lap, but he stopped her. “No. Stay right where you are. I’m not going to let you avoid the conversation. I’ve had enough with the sneaking around. We’ve been dating for more than three months, not counting the four months before that. You practically live in my home. Baby, I want to show you off.”

  Joy finally found her voice. “Kane. Don’t do this. You show me off all the time. We go out with Bobby and some of your other friends. They know you’re dating me. It’s not that I want us to stay hidden forever, but if we take our relationship public at the firm, one of us would need to leave.”