The sound of JCole and Trey Songz’ “I Can’t Get Enough” blasting from her phone startled Nakida. Her hand fumbled over the bed in attempt to shut off her cell’s alarm. Suddenly, she stiffened at the weight on her back that kept her from reaching it. Lifting her head, she groaned at the sight of Jakobe’s body trapping her from moving. She hadn’t expected to awake with his muscular arm and leg thrown over her back and thighs. Steadying her pounding heart, she strained to reach the phone that had been pushed all the way to the edge of the king size bed. Jakobe peeked at her as she tried to slide from under him. He had been waiting for her to stir.
“Where you going?” he questioned, seizing her by the waist. He pulled her further back as he positioned himself half on top of her body.
“My phone,” she chuckled.
“Let it play. That’s a good song to sex to,” he moaned. His used his knee to spread her legs further apart. He bit her shoulder while he slipped two fingers into her exposed pussy.
“Are you always wet?”
Her only response was the sigh of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. She wiggled her hips, causing him to sink deeper into her body. He fingered her at a slow pace that made her cream even more before he replaced them with his long, thick cock.
“I need to send you off right,” he mumbled.
“I want to you to remember me with every step you take. Damn, I love the sound your pussy makes,” he groaned.
He took his time as he thrusted. He watched as her ass rock in time with his hips. Suddenly, Nakida grabbed the mattress and pulled upward, dislodging him. She rolled over to face him.
“My turn,” she demanded, shoving him back onto the bed.
He had started something that needed to be finished. However, she didn’t have the time for the slow pace he had set. She wanted to cum, and get up to straighten her hair before work. She grunted as she impaled herself on his damp dick. It only took one downward thrust for her to open her mouth wide in awe. She was beginning to see the benefits of the curvature of his dick. Placing her palms to his chest, she steadied herself as she rotated her hips. She bit down on her lip when he lifted his head to begin to lick and suck on her dark nipples. She didn’t resist when he applied pressure to her lower back to signal for her to lean forward.
“Let me feel it go in,” he whispered.
She could feel his fingertips caressing her wet pussy lips from behind. The sensations made her leak with excitement. She began to ride him at a steady, hard pace that cause him to groan. She licked and bit his exposed neck as he tossed back his head in ecstasy. Jakobe rested his hands on her hips while he let her have her way.
“Come here.”
Not waiting, his arms snaked around her waist to confine her. Bringing his knees up, he pounded her pussy in double time. He had no doubt that his staff that had arrived for work could heard her cries. He watched her expressions as he whispered words of encouragement for her to hold on.
“That’s it, Nik! You can do it. Cum for me, baby.”
She didn’t need his approval. She was already climaxing, but he wanted more from her. Instead of slowing down, he lifted her high, almost withdrawing to only drop her hard on his dick. He was rewarded with a fresh gush from her body as she squirted her juices. He could tell from her wide-eyed gaze that it was something she hadn’t experienced before. Her entire body trembled from the massive force of her second orgasm. He suckled her nipples to add to the combination of sensations that was flowing throughout her body. He held her close, waiting until her walls relaxed before he started up to gain his release. He lifted her up just in time for his seed to spray on her chest.
Neither one spoke. The sounds of their panting breath echoed in the room while they both marveled at one another. He smiled and reached for her, but Nakida rolled out of reach.
“I have to get ready,” she pressed.
“Are you sure you don’t need to rest?”
“A hot bath will sooth my ass,” she chuckled.
Jakobe laughed while he watched her disappear into the bathroom. He knew there was no reason for him to linger. He needed to start getting ready himself, yet his feet had a mind of their own. He stood in the door of the bathroom, watching her. She leaned over the tub to test the water for a few seconds before she gingerly lowered herself into the garden tub. Ducking her head under the faucet, she wet her dry thick locs. She jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Why are you doing that?”
Nakida spat and wiped the water from her eyes.
“Since I was interrupted last night from doing my hair, I’m going to have to ponytail it.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with your natural hair.”
“Well, some people in corporate white America don’t share your views.”
There was no need for him to dispute that fact. He had learned years ago, when he and Major went into business, that was the case. The same banks that wouldn’t loan to Major had all given him loans with far less collateral. The two of them had learned early on that when it came to business, Major could talk on the phone, but he could never show his face until well after the transaction was done and the ink had dried. He was sure that there were a lot of things that Nakida had to do to not be labeled as an aggressive, angry, black woman in the high-powered world she navigated in, although she was obviously intelligent and experienced at her job.
He shifted his weight, while he thought about the first time he was in her office all those years ago. He had wanted her then, although all the diplomas on her wall had made him question his chances. He had to remind himself of the millions in his bank account to give himself courage. Even then, there was an allure about her that made him doubt his abilities, and caused him to want to prove himself to her. It was a desire that none of the countless women before had never stirred within.
“Don’t fall asleep in there. I’ll be ready to go in 40 minutes.”
He chuckled at the splashing his words caused in the bathroom. He went to his room, scooped up his phone, opened his messages, and retreated into the bathroom to shower. Ten minutes later, he was dressing in his massive closet.
“20 minutes,” he shouted into her room before he closed her door. He continued downstairs to find his staff at work. Jakobe greeted everyone that he passed on the way to the kitchen. There, he found his driver and head house maid whispering around the table.
“Is she ready to go home?” asked the young driver, Kendrick, while he hushed the old woman up. They had gone to the room on the main floor a couple of times and knocked to awaken the woman they had thought was inside. The evidence of the clothes they had found on the kitchen floor was proof that he hadn’t been alone last night.
“No,” Jakobe answered, flatly. He almost laughed at the goofy expressions that came upon their faces.
“Ok, well… I’ll call her a cab when she’s ready,” offered Mrs. O’ Brien.
“No need… she’ll be leaving with me, and you can all take a few weeks off… paid,” Jakobe added.
“Why?” questioned the sassy, Irish woman.
“Because you’re nosey, and you can’t keep your damn mouth shut,” Jakobe smirked.
“Ok, boy… what the—”
“Jakobe, Jakobe, I’m ready,” shouted Nakida. Jakobe closely watched his two workers. This time he did laugh as Kendrick casted him a wicked grin when Nakida strolled into the kitchen.
“I need you to swing me by my house later to get my car. I can’t be rushed every morning to leave with you,” she grumbled.
“I would have given you a few extra minutes,” he teased.
“Good, because I—”
“No,” he chuckled, catching her by the arm to keep her from walking away.
“You look good… too damn good. You’re going to work in that,” he frowned.
The old woman couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. It wasn’t the fact that he had a woman in the house. Shit, when wasn’t there a new woman in the house. No, that wasn’t what was making her sweat. It was the fact that this woman had been upstairs in his room. Also, he was clearly flirting with her, and if she understood correctly, the woman was coming back later.
“Umm, will you be staying here for a time, young lady?” inquired Mrs. O’Brien. Nakida answered before he could stop her. He glared at the old woman, but he knew she didn’t give a damn about his looks.
“Yes, for a short time.”
“Ah, well… I’ll be cooking for two—”
“No, I’ll be cooking,” added Jakobe
The old lady’s eyes became the size of saucers.
“Bullshit,” scoffed O’ Brien.
“Correction, you’ll be cooking, since I bought dinner last night,” he informed Nakida.
“Why do I—”
“You have to earn your keep, in more than one way,” he whispered in her ear before he spoke up.
“Enjoy your visit, Mrs. O’ Brien. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to talk about with the family,” he smirked, as he led Nakida out of the kitchen. He waited until they were just a few foot steps down the hall before he stopped.
“One second,” he said. He jogged back to the kitchen and peeked through the archway. The old woman was already on the phone to report what had just happened mere seconds ago.
“Nosy and a gossip,” he laughed, shaking his head in mocked disgust.
Mrs. O’Brien shot him a bird, which made him laugh even harder. Moments later, they were on their way toward her office. He chatted her up, while they listened to her playlist that came through the speakers of his car. He marveled at her musical selection that jumped from rap to rock, to R&B, to techno.
“How the hell are you going to go from The Notorious B.I.G to Led Zeppelin?” he asked.
“I see you over there singing, though.”
“Of course! My mom would play this shit constantly,” he reminisced.
“Really? Tell me about this beauty.”
“My mom? … Yeah, I guess it’s alright for me to say she’s good looking, now that I’m older. Umm… she’s tough, smart, loud, and bossy as hell,” he finished up the list.
“You almost had my mom pegged, until you said smart,” she huffed with a deep eye roll.
“That bad?”
“Let’s just say her words of wisdom pertained to ways of how to catch a man, so you didn’t have to do anything but sit on your ass. Needless to say, we don’t see eye to eye.”
Jakobe stole a glimpse of her in the passenger seat. The thought of her being that type of woman had an odd effect on him. Shit, the thought of her sharing what she had given him last night and this morning with another caused a ringing in his head. When she requested for him to park and let her get out only added to his annoyance. He clenched his jaw as he did what she asked of him. He didn’t give a damn if others saw her with him, so why that fuck should she? It wasn’t like she was screwing the ugly, broke nerd from the wrong side of the tracks. What did she have to be ashamed of? Why would she want to hide her friendship with him, as she referred to it?
“Alrighty then… have a good day,” she beamed.
“Nakida,” he spoke, stopping her from getting out. He leaned over and kissed her passionately.
“Remember the boundaries… I don’t share,” he warned. He watched her enter the tall glass building. The sway of her hips, and the fit of her clothes all reminded him of just how breathtaking she was.
“She isn’t out of my league,” he fumed to the voice in his head.
Three weeks later, Nakida got up from her desk. She walked out of her corner office with her mug in hand to get some hot chocolate. It was almost the last week of October, and the California weather had turned freakishly cooler than normal for this time of year. She smiled and nodded to her coworkers on her way to the breakroom. It was no doubt that they contributed her improved attitude to the fact that she was getting some on a daily basis. Bennet had wasted no time telling everyone about what had happened in the restaurant. Frankly, she could care less, now. She was actually enjoying herself.
She and Jakobe had fallen into a routine that was lasting much longer than the proposed time frame of two weeks. When the time was nearing, Jakobe had called her at work to ask her what she wanted for dinner on the day she was set to go back home. She figured it was his way of letting her know that he didn’t want her to leave. That night, they laughed around the table like every night before. Neither one brought up the fact or asked the other the burning question of why they were extending their friendship. She had stopped sleeping in her bed the first week she had been there. After dinner, they cleaned up, and retreated to his room. He set the mood by playing music and lighting the fireplace. Something had changed since that night. It was something that she dared not assume or even ponder for too long. Like clockwork, she glanced down at her phone to see Jakobe calling her.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“My God, don’t do that when I’m not with you.”
The sound of his deep voice sent the butterflies in her stomach to flight.
“I would ask how can I help you, but I already know what the answer is.”
“Not this time, but you can believe later. No, I wanted to know what you were cooking tonight?”
Nakida sighed.
“Why is it that I cook, while you order out?”
“Do you really want to ask that question? I do my share,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, you make those damn cookies, brownies, and cakes,” she cried.
“And you be snorting every crumb.”
“But I’m gaining weight, fool. Don’t laugh.”
She smiled in spite of his roaring laughter.
“Look, I try to help you, but I wasn’t the one that took the last piece of cornbread to work this morning,” he grumbled.
She chuckled.
“Did you have plans for that?”
“Yes,” snapped Jakobe. “I was going to eat it. Hell, I woke up with pep just thinking about it. Have you eaten it, yet?”
“No,” she laughed.
“Good, so there’s still hope, since I’m coming by to sign those papers your damn assistant keeps calling me about.”
“Then, I’ll make sure it’s gone by then,” she teased.
“Bitch,” he hissed.
“I know. I believe you called me that last night.”
The tone of her voice had changed to the deep, honeyed level that got him aroused every time he heard it.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to fuck you before I leave your office.”
The intensity of his words made her cream her panties.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Close to three in the afternoon, Jakobe marched into Major’s office.
“Hey, Ja¬—”
“She isn’t in here?”
Major took in his friend in his black tailored suit. He didn’t have to ask whom Jakobe was referring to.
“No,” he answered, slowly. “We were in here talking. She got a text, then she left. That was…,” he paused to glance at the clock on the wall. “… two hours ago.”
“I see,” grunted Jakobe, turning on his heels for the door.
“She left the papers here for you to sign,” Major gestured with his hand.
This wasn’t the first time that her strange texts had given him cause to wonder. When he had asked her nonchalantly, she had said it was family stuff. However, he was starting to believe otherwise.
“Do I need to throw you a rope? I can pull you back.”
Jakobe stopped at the door. He knew what Major meant. He was fully aware of the fact that things were beginning to blur for him concerning Nakida.
“Who says I want to be saved,” he answered, honestly.
Major ran his open palm down his face as he processed his best friend’s words.