“So it’s official, we’re moving back?” Kisa asked, a sly smile on her face.

“We can move back, but what about the spa you have here, and the store?”

“The store is basically my mother’s anyway, and Ashley does a great job running the spa. Besides, the New York spa makes triple what the one here does.”

“Aight, baby girl, when you wanna do this?”

“I want to wait till after Kennedy’s wedding, so like four or five months.”

“That’s straight.”

“Sincere, do you think it’s okay for us to go back?”

“Kisa, it doesn’t matter where we’re at, we can never be too relaxed. But you let me worry about things like that. While you concentrate on taking care of this.” He looked down at his swollen dick.

“I always take care that.” Kisa climbed atop of him, running her hands across his chest as she leaned forward and began kissing his neck. Sincere unbuttoned her pajama top, exposing her voluptuous breasts and hard nipples. He cupped each one, massaging them gently. Kisa let her top fall onto the bed leaving her nude from the waist up. Sincere pull her pants down as far as he could with her straddling him. She rolled off onto her side, allowing him to pull them all the way off. After assisting him in removing his own pants, she climbed back on, and just as he was about to enter her, their bedroom door swung open.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare,” their seven-year-old daughter Kai whined, rubbing her eyes.

Sincere’s dick went limp immediately. Kisa scrambled to cover their bodies with the comforter, “Kai, you know you’re supposed to knock when the door is closed!” Kisa fussed.

Totally ignoring Kisa, Kai asked, “Daddy, can I stay in here, I’m scared.”

“Go lay on the couch for a few minutes. Mommy and Daddy need to finish talking. Close the door behind you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’ma hurt that lil’ fresh-ass girl one day, trying to act like she didn’t hear me talking to her.” Kisa rolled her eyes while quickly throwing her pajamas back on.

“Stop being jealous ’cause she’s a daddy’s girl.” Sincere grinned.

Kisa cut her eyes at him, “And you need to correct her when she does that shit.”

“Kane, didn’t my mom say she just going through a phase.”

“Phase, my ass … and it’s like she got damn radar that goes off every time we ’bout to fuck. She always coming in here with her shoulder pads on ready to block.”

Heads turned as they always did as Kennedy entered Maggiano’s Italian restaurant. At five feet eight and well toned, she was strikingly beautiful. Her blond extensions hung to the middle of her back, totally complementing her light-brown skin. Quite a few men drooled as her dark beige mini–sweater dress hugged her body, accentuated by her camel-colored wedge-heeled boots. They looked on lustfully as she made her way up the stairs to the second level where Kisa was seated. “Hey, cuz, what it do?” Kennedy greeted Kisa with a hug before taking her seat.