Chapter 12
“What does that mean for me?”
“You want me, Earl?” Johnnie asked, feeling sexy.
“Yes,” he said desperately. “You know I do.”
She climbed on top of him, positioning his engorged member to enter her. When she found the opening, she forced herself downward onto it while imagining that Earl was Lucas Matthews. Johnnie closed her eyes and saw him in her mind. She moaned and moaned like never before; so much so that she couldn’t hear Earl’s wounded animal groans. Her movements became rapid and uncontrolled. Her moans were loud and fierce.
Earl stopped moaning and opened his eyes, staring into her contorted face. For the first time, he believed he was actually pleasing her. Suddenly she convulsed and fell forward, panting. She sat on him, relaxing as her breathing returned to normal. Earl enjoyed the moment.
“I love you, Johnnie,” he said and kissed her on the neck.
“Do you have more good news for me?”
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. You know I’ve been moving up in my father-in-law’s insurance company the last six months as a junior executive, right?”
“Yeah, Buchanan Mutual, right?”
“Right. Well, West just put me in charge of the financial division. He thinks I should know where the money is and how each dollar is spent. A year or so from now, I expect to be promoted to senior executive status, which means more money, not that I need it.”
“That’s good for you, Earl, but what does that mean for me?”
“I’ve been thinking about that, Johnnie. How would you like to move uptown in your own place?”
“Uptown? Where the white folks live?”
“Well, not that far uptown, but close.”
“I figured as much.” She frowned.
“Well, at least think about it, okay?”
“I don’t know, Earl. Are you going to be coming around every day or what?” She was thinking about how often she could sneak Lucas Matthews over if he was willing. She knew he was; at least that’s what she told herself.
“Probably not as often as now. I’m going to be really busy. But I’d say once or twice a week.”
“Well, what about my privacy? Will I have any?”
“What do you mean privacy?”
“I would just want to know when you’re coming by so I’ll know to cook your meals, run your bath water for you and have the place ready. I don’t have much privacy here. I just want some there. If you gave me some privacy, it would be much better between us.”
“Okay, Johnnie,” he said, eager to please her. “If it’ll make it better between us, fine.”
“You mean it, Earl?” she asked excitedly. Her smile always made it hard to refuse her.
“Yes,” he said, as though he were a father talking to his favorite daughter.
Suddenly, she kissed him again. It wasn’t long before she felt his hardness returning.