“Damn. How did it get under the bed?” I lay on my side, and Trae began to work his warm hands up and down my back. He rubbed my thighs, legs, all the way down to the bottom of my feet. Then he turned me over and massaged my stomach. The baby even gave a kick. Gently, Trae kissed my stomach. I’d missed getting “pregnant spoiled” by my man. I had explained my pregnant spoiled philosophy to Kyra. Trae was a wonderful husband anyway, but he was awesome when I was pregnant. I didn’t have to do shit. He waited on me hand and foot.

Once again, I was on fire. “Hurry up so we could fuck again.” I wanted to say, but I lay back and let Trae work his massage magic on me. He was enjoying himself and I was loving every minute of it. And I kid you not, last night was explosive. It was all that I had fantasized about and more. Now again, feeling my man enter me after all these months, was almost mind-blowing. But as I relaxed, our old rhythm set in. The more my sugar walls gripped his dick, the wetter I became. With me on top, riding cowgirl, Trae started hitting my G-spot with each stroke, and I felt myself building to a climax. Within minutes, I was able to sit up, rock back and forth and before I knew it, I was comiiiiiing! “Trae, I love you!” I cried out.

But, Trae, the master of endurance and holding out, turned me over and I got on my knees. He hit my spot again from behind as he pulled my hair. I loved it when he did that. Seconds later, I was coming again. I was begging, “Bae, wait. Give me a minute.” I wanted to catch my breath.

“Didn’t I tell you I was gonna wear you out and have you begging for mercy? I love you, girl. Nothing will come between us.” We lay there in silence catching our breath. I finally had enough.

“Then destroy that envelope Mari gave you . . . if you really love me.”

Chapter Twelve

TRAE

When we left Kay’s house, my mind was on the call that we had made to Don Carlos. The Don never did speak loosely on the phones. All he said was he wanted to see Kay and me within the next forty-eight hours and to keep tabs on Seven without alerting her. He was too late; we didn’t know what Kev was going to say to her.

My focus remained on Seven and our meeting with Don Carlos, and then my mind turned back to Tasha. I had waited for this moment a million times and fantasized about it for so long while I was locked up. I had to count my blessings.