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  “Oh, okay. Is it okay for me to come in?”

  “Of course.” She stepped aside and he walked in. He whistled as he gained entrance, scoping out her home in the process. Lyric loved black art and the house was filled with it. Tyriq went to stand by a common “WAK” piece. It happened to be his favorite. It was called “Black Love.”

  “This is my favorite piece from this artist. You have quite an impressive collection.”

  “Thank you. I’ve been collecting art since my early twenties. I absolutely love to see how they speak through pictures.” Lyric handed him a glass of wine.

  Tyriq noticed a book on the coffee table and picked it up. It was a book of writings. The pages had been typed in a book format, but he could tell it hadn’t been published. “Is this your work?”

  “Yes. When I’m feeling a little stressed from work sometimes, I use it to write my thoughts, and that’s what it has become over the years.”

  “Do you mind if I read some?”

  “Not at all. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes,” she said.

  Tyriq sat down on the couch. He had a feeling he was being watched and looked over toward the window. Seeing no one, he went back to reading. Lyric joined him by sitting on his lap. She drank her wine as he read in silence.

  • • •

  On the outside, Vince was standing in the shadows, steaming. He had no reason to be mad that she was seeing someone. In fact, he was still seeing Angela, the woman with whom Lyric had caught him. What he wasn’t expecting to discover was that Lyric was seeing a young dude. He guessed he couldn’t be any more than thirty. He watched them together until his cell phone went off. It was Angela asking where he was. He didn’t tell her he was stopping by here. Ever since the divorce was final, and now seeing Lyric for the first time since they’d separated almost a year ago, made him miss her. Not to mention that she looked like the sexy woman he had married years ago. He had to admit it, he wanted his wife back. Walking to his car, he started it and drove off. His mind made up.

  Lyric and Tyriq sat Indian style on the floor. She fed him and Tyriq loved it. After dinner, she served her favorite dessert—vanilla bean cheesecake. He moaned as he tasted it.

  “I see dating you is going to be hazardous to my health.” They both laughed at his comment.

  “Does that mean you like the cheesecake?”

  “Yes, and dinner was on point as well. I see why your bakery is getting the recognition it deserves. You are a beast in the kitchen.”

  Blushing, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I appreciate your compliment.”

  “For you, anytime.” He finished off the cake and patted his full stomach. Picking up her book again, he started reading. “You have a real talent for this. You should come down to the club and recite while I play. That would be hot.”

  “I will think about that. So what’s your favorite so far?” she asked him, interested in what he was going to say. He flipped back through the pages and came across the one that he was looking for. Instead of telling her which one, he decided to recite it aloud.

  Midnight Desire

  Shivering, just in anticipation of the touch, I feel your hot breath on my neck. As you stand behind me, I close my eyes wondering why you are torturing me this way.

  I have to feel your hands on me. As if reading my mind, I feel you place your fingers on the top of my back and you go straight down, including the crack of my backside until you touch the tip of my hot spot. Instantly I open my legs slightly, wanting that feel. You say not yet, as you begin to kiss the trail your fingers just laid. I moan and try to arch my back. but you tell me be still as you continue the kisses. My legs tremble as I try to regain my composure.

  What are you doing to me? I moan out loud. Not even really expecting a response, I bite my lower lip. I can feel my juices running down my legs, now. You bent me over and your face is in my hot spot, licking and teasing me and I scream, unable to hold in this passion. Your touch is so tender, like I’m being caressed by a feather. I want you so bad. I want, no, I need to feel your complete body on me.

  I know this will be my undoing, loving you in my mind was never this good, I think. As the tears roll down my cheeks, you wipe them away with the base of your thumb. U slowly, slowly hit my spot over and over again, as I ride each wave until it stops.

  I pull you away from me and I want you to feel what I feel as I trace your body with my tongue, not leaving anything untouched. Feeding off your moans, I want this to last as I open your soul with my heart. Everything seems to stand still as we both begin to ride the wave of ecstasy. Kissing you is like my wanton desire, tasting my juices off your tongue as I mix our desire together. As another wave hits our body we cling on for life. Can it always be this good, I ask. You respond of course, as we lay there spent.

  “Wow, you make my writing sound like the hottest, sexiest thing out there,” she told him. She tried to control the desire that was all over her. His voice was low and deep as he read the words and she sucked it all in.

  “Trust me, you made it easy,” he replied, smiling. She leaned over, kissed his cheek and then trailed kisses from his cheek to his neck and then back up to his lips. She licked his bottom lip and then forced her tongue in his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue as they kissed.

  Tyriq pulled her closer to him as she began to undress him. They lay there exploring each other’s body as he pulled her maxi dress down and began circling her nipples with his tongue. As Lyric felt her juices running down her leg, the more turned on she became from his touches. He pushed her lightly to the floor and got on top of her. Ready to enter her, he remembered he didn’t have any condoms with him.

  “I don’t have any protection with me. I wasn’t trying to go this route tonight,” he said, a little breathless.

  “It’s okay. Check that tin over there.” She pointed to an old cigarette tin. She always had toy parties and kept them there as a joke. Tonight they came in handy. Tyriq came back over to her and sat down with his back to the wall and motioned for her to join him. She came down on his shaft slowly, wrapping her legs around his back. She took control and began moving up and down as they began kissing again. The soft music in the background aided her movements as she grinded her pelvis on him. Tyriq wanted to help her, but she squeezed her walls on him and he laughed.

  “Now you know that’s my weakness,” he whispered as she did it again. He tightened his grip on her waist. Lyric lifted her body some and turned in the opposite way. She slid on her stomach. The move caught Tyriq off guard. The movement caused a friction and feeling he had never experienced before. “Oh shit,” he bellowed, thrusting into her. The room smelled of sweet sex as their movements matched each of the four songs that came on during their lovemaking. Their bodies were drenched in sweat. Lyric held on to the sides of Tyriq’s ass as she felt her orgasm coming. He knew she was coming and thrust harder as he felt his shaft come in contact with her G-spot. He let it hum there while she squirmed. He thrust again and felt her come all over him. He followed her lead, spilling his seed into her.

  They lay on the floor until they both drifted off. After a brief nap, Lyric got up and ran water into the Jacuzzi, adding jasmine and lavender to the water. She brought the wineglasses into the bathroom and lit candles. She heard him walking up behind her as he kissed her bare back. They got into the steaming hot water together. The music still played overhead.

  “Hmmm, you know your brand of chocolate is going to make this man addicted.”

  “Is that so? That’s the second time you mentioned that word ‘addicted.’ Must be something to it.”

  “Indeed, sweetness, indeed.” He began to wash her body. He took the sponge and grazed her clit. She shook. He took his hand and caressed her clit with his finger, running it slowly back and forth over her enlarged nub. Lyric moaned, knowing even in the water she was wet. He inserted a finger inside her sweetness and began fingering her. He inserted another finger. The water sloshed around as she got more
and more aroused with him playing in her hot spot.

  He continued rubbing her clit, harder, and Lyric couldn’t hold it anymore. As she came hard into his hand, her body rocked with erotic spasms. He kissed her wet body but didn’t move his hands as he continued his sweet torture, causing her to cum three more times while they bathed.

  They lay in the bed with Tyriq holding her hand to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles and then each finger. The man was driving her crazy. She needed to let him know she had the upper hand. Reaching into the drawer by her bed, she pulled out some massage oil and told him to lie straight on his back. She propped some pillows behind him. Getting on her knees, she spoke softly. “Concentrate on what I am about to do…on the feeling. Clear your thoughts.” She tied his hands to the bedpost. “Do you want to be blindfolded, or watch?”

  “Watch?” he said, anticipating what was about to happen.

  Lyric got ready to perform the Lingam massage. She worked his body slowly, gripping and releasing his shaft. She felt him about to come each time and she stopped. Tyriq’s eyes were glazed with desire as he watched her movements. He paid attention to every movement that she did, just as she had instructed. Lyric rubbed more oil on her hands and gently blew on it. Instantly, Tyriq felt his skin get warm. The more she moved her hands up and down him, the more he felt like he was about to explode. She ran her hands down his thighs, cupping his balls, squeezing, and kneading him. He felt himself about to cum and he knew this time she was going to let him explode. She did a move that sent him over the edge. He couldn’t even tell what it was, but the blood ran straight to his tip and he exploded, his semen flying up like an erupted volcano. His body shook like hers had in the bath. She didn’t stop stroking him and within seconds, he exploded a second time, calling out her name. That had never happened before. Tyriq had been turned out. He closed his eyes and allowed the feeling to settle in. She untied his hands and laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they both fell into a deep sleep.

  • • •

  Over the next five weeks, they spent each night together. She had gone down to Club Intense and watched him play, and had even performed a writing piece. The crowd loved it. Soon after, a poetry night was introduced.

  It had been a while since she had seen her friends. Tonight was girls’ night, but it felt different. It was the first time she wouldn’t be seeing Tyriq. Lyric finally decided that she was going to tell her friends about her and Tyriq.

  “Girl, you have been so hard to get ahold of lately. The bakery’s been slamming, I hear,” Erin chimed in as they munched on spinach and artichoke dip.

  “Yes, and the renovations will be complete in another month. We will be holding a grand reopening,” she informed them. The ladies raised their glasses.

  “To new and exciting things.” They all clinked glasses. Donna stared at her. “We all noticed you are glowing tonight. Anything you want to share?”

  Before Lyric could respond, the back door opened. They all turned around and saw Vince come into the room.

  “I knocked and rang the bell; no one answered. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He looked in Lyric’s direction as they all looked at him with shocked expressions.

  “How did you get a key?”

  “I don’t have a key; you must have left it unlocked.”

  Sighing in relief, she did remember she had left it unlocked so that the ladies could come inside while she got dressed and finished preparing.

  “So what do you want, Vince?” Erin asked him, her face looking disgusted.

  “I came to talk to my wife if that’s okay with you?” he said to no one in particular.

  “Don’t you mean EX-wife?” Donna corrected.

  Vince never liked her, of all of Lyric’s friends. She always had an attitude like she wore the pants in whatever relationship she was in.

  “Donna, I wasn’t talking to you?” He glared at her. Donna took a long sip of her drink.

  “Lyric, can I speak to you alone for a minute?”

  Lyric didn’t want to talk to him, but she knew if she didn’t, he would ruin their evening.

  She told her friends she would be back in a few minutes. She and Vince went into the den. “What do you want, Vince?”

  “You kicked me out a few weeks ago so I never got a chance to talk to you.”

  “Okay, you have five minutes and the time is ticking.”

  “I want to take you on a date.”

  “Why!”

  “Because…because we have unresolved issues. There was no closure,” he lied quickly.

  “Humph, I had all my closure when I caught you and Angela at that hotel. By the way, how is your girlfriend?” she asked, really not caring anyway. But yet she quickly regretted it when she heard his rebuttal.

  “How is your boy toy?” he said loud enough for her friends to hear.

  “I see you haven’t grown up yet. Was that necessary?”

  “Well, it seems you aren’t hiding it, the way you two have been painting the town?” he blurted out. Lyric looked at him like he was crazy. Why did this fool care about who she was with, because she couldn’t care less about him? Lyric took Vince by the hand and led him to the front door.

  “I knew I should have made you leave when you walked in; it’s time for you to go. We have nothing to discuss. And the answer to your date is hell no,” she told him as she once again closed the door in his face. She ran her hand over her hair and stood there. Were people talking about them around town? Did she care? Lyric headed back into kitchen, and the ladies all stopped talking when she walked in.

  “So I guess you all heard,” she said to them, throwing her hands up in the air.

  “Yes, we heard,” Erin said.

  “But the real question is why didn’t you tell us? We are your home girls,” Donna said.

  “I was about to tell you all right before Vincent got here. Do you know he had the nerve to ask me on a date? That man is crazy. Talking about we need closure.”

  “Do you need closure?”

  “No! Well, I don’t think so.”

  “Maybe you need to think about it. There is nothing wrong with you getting closure. If Tyriq is who you want to be with, then you will be okay.” Lyric didn’t respond but just refilled their glasses.

  “So how long have you and Tyriq been messing around?” Nicole asked.

  “Since the night of my divorce party,” she said low, because she knew what was about to come next, as all three women screamed.

  “WHAT!” The women looked at her and all laughed. They suspected but could never prove she was seeing someone; they never would have thought it was Tyriq.

  “Wow, is he good?” Erin asked.

  “And then some,” she said, laughing and blushing. She proceeded to tell her friends about the last two-and-a-half months.

  “Well, I’ll be damned. Stella done got her groove back!” Nicole said and they all laughed. Later that night, she let the ladies out and went to her room. Tyriq’s band was performing out of town so she decided to focus on pampering herself. She had a hair appointment in the morning. The thought had crossed her mind to cut her hair short, but she was still conflicted. She would make up her mind before her appointment. As soon as she was getting in the shower, her cell phone rang.

  “Hello?” Lyric said into the phone.

  “Hey, Sweetness, did I wake you?”

  “No, I was just about to jump in the shower. How was the show?”

  “It was a good night, but I’m missing my baby. Did you have a good day?”

  “Yes, it was ladies night, and then my ex showed up, unexpectedly tripping.” She sat on the phone awaiting a response but heard nothing. She called out his name, “Tyriq? Are you still on the phone?”

  After a few more minutes, Tyriq answered her. “Yea.” She noticed that his tone had changed. “What did he want?” Tyriq didn’t like her ex-husband dropping by.

  “He claimed he was coming by to talk.”

  “Oh ye
a?”

  “Tyriq, you don’t have anything to worry about; I have no interest in talking to him. So please relax?”

  “I know I have to trust you, but it just makes me uneasy to know he is coming around. I just got you comfortable in our relationship.”

  “I know, I know. I will take care of this. Don’t worry,” she told him. She heard him sigh into the phone. Trying to change the subject, she talked to him about the rest of his trip and when he would be back home. They talked for another half hour and then hung up. When she was in the shower, she thought about the conversation that she had just had with Tyriq; he was jealous. It kind of surprised her. She wasn’t prepared for that reaction from him. She knew there were feelings between them both, but they never really talked about anything long term. For the moment, she was just taking it day by day.

  Getting in bed from her shower, she noticed she had two messages. One was from Tyriq; it read, I can’t lose you; I am falling in love with you. Shocked, she covered her mouth with her hand. She was afraid to look at the next one, as it was from Vince. His read in all caps. I WANT MY WIFE BACK. Looking at both messages again, Lyric began to tear up. Why was this happening? Was she being punked? Vince didn’t want just her when they were married. What was he trying to prove now; was it because she was with Tyriq? And Tyriq, falling in love with her? She shouldn’t have been surprised. She had noticed he had changed recently—being more attentive, wanting to spend as much time together as they could. She enjoyed the time spent with him, but she wasn’t sure how she felt. Confused, she didn’t sleep much. When she finally fell asleep, she was awakened by the sound of her doorbell ringing. Looking at the clock, it was just after eight a.m. Going to the door, she opened it and in walked Tyriq. “Tyriq, what are you doing here? What’s wrong?” she asked him confused by his appearance.

  “I . . . I couldn’t sleep. I got up and just started driving and this is where I ended up. When you didn’t respond to my text, I got worried. I have never felt this way about a woman before, let alone an older woman. I think about you all day; I want to be with you all the time. I just want to be able to show you how I feel. I love you, Lyric. From the first time I saw you at the breakfast house, I knew you would change my life,” Tyriq told her. He felt like he was rambling so he just stood there, holding her hand and looking at her. It was the first time he’d noticed that she was crying.