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we’ll be ready. I just hope you know what you’re getting into.”
    One hand caressed her cheek. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Now, I should get going and clean up my office so it’s is ready for
Devon
.” His head lowered so their lips were scant millimetres apart. “Goodnight, Ayanna.” He settled his lips along hers and gave her one of the most tender kisses of her life.
    Her body shivered with longing. And she didn’t quite catch the whimper that escaped as he backed away. The flare in his eyes told her that he heard it. Jesus, I would walk through the fires of hell to experience this man’s touch again.
    Michael traced her lower lip with his thumb before kissing her again. Then he grabbed his keys and walked to the door, saying over his shoulder. “Tomorrow, Ayanna. Lock this behind me.”
    She stayed motionless in her chair as he walked out the door and disappeared from view. After it closed, she got up to lock it again. She looked around her tiny place.
    “This is a good move. More space for
Devon
. His father in his life.” Trying to assure herself and keep the doubt at bay, she began to pack her few belongings in boxes and suitcases. She took only the bare necessities for herself, making sure that
Devon
came first. All his toys and clothes were most important. She also called Erma and filled her in on the change in plans so the woman didn’t show up the next day.
    It was after midnight before Ayanna climbed into bed, her meagre items packed and ready. She’d clean tomorrow after the place was empty. The lingering taste of Michael’s kiss still on her lips, she murmured his name as she lay on her twin size bed and pulled the sheets over her.
     
    * * * *
     
    Michael was at her door a few moments before seven. He knocked and couldn’t explain his relief when she opened the door, a shy smile on her face.
    Today she wore a pair of dark green warm-up pants and a grey T-shirt. Her hair called out for him to touch it, to sink his fingers into the curls and kiss her until neither of them knew their own names.
    His gaze dropped to her lips, which were free of gloss and he groaned as the memory of her taste floated to the surface of his mind. “Morning, Ayanna,” he whispered.
    “Come on in,” she said. “We’re ready. I just have to clean after its empty.”
    He picked up on the nervousness in her tone. “This will work out, Ayanna. Trust me.” His hand travelled over the small of her back as he moved to where
Devon
ran in circles with his toy plane. The engine noises he made were in sync with his “flight path.”
    “Good morning,
Devon
,” Michael said as he crouched down beside the pattern the child was wearing into the already-worn rug.
    Those big brown eyes, darker than his mother’s looked right back at him. In fact, they looked like the dark chocolate colour of his own eyes. “Hi,”
Devon
spoke. One hand shoved the grey plane at Michael. “P’ane,” he announced proudly.
    A knock on the door, interrupted before Michael said anything. He moved to stand behind Ayanna as she opened it and admitted a group of his friends who said hello to Michael.
    “Okay, Ayanna,” he said as he lifted
Devon
into his arms, “tell them what you want put in storage and what you want to keep with you.”
    Obviously unnerved at the looks the men were sending her and Michael, Ayanna cleared her throat first. Then she began pointing to items that were going. The men left and with
Devon
playing with a toy, Ayanna and Michael made short work out of the cleaning.
     
    * * * *
     
    Ayanna followed Michael in her vehicle,
Devon
secure in his car seat in the back. Unbidden her mind drifted to the man she was moving in with. Michael’s powerfully fit body appeared in her head. Lowering over her, his hard cock slipping between the lips of her wet pussy. The way his sensual eyes grew lustful as he drove into her. Over and over again.
    Ayanna shifted on her vinyl seat as her belly clenched with longing.