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sweetness, and licked the wetness. “Are you sure you want this?”
    “You know I do.” Trenton said, “And I’m selfish as hell too, so I want all of it.”
    The closer she got to Trenton, the more she prayed that he saw in her what she saw in him: security. She knew convincing him that they should be a family would be hard to do, especially since he and her son, Jabril, didn’t interact other than a head nod or a sincere-looking wave. Jabril had already told Jaise that if Trenton wasn’t gone by the time he was eighteen he would either bounce or snuff Trenton out, but either way one of them had to go. As far as Trenton was concerned, whenever he spent the night, which was more often than not, everything was all about him: He showered, Jaise fed him dinner, and they went to bed.
    Yet despite the inner anguish Jaise felt about the situation, she was determined to make do with the man she had. There was noway at thirty-five, with a sixteen-year-old son and a ton of suppressed relationship baggage, that her selection of rich men was endless. Besides, Jaise knew plenty of women who kept their children and their man separate.
    It wasn’t as if Trenton mistreated Jabril; he just didn’t do children. But she’d concluded that her son was her responsibility anyway. At least Trenton was a good role model. He had an MBA and his own company, invested his money, and was able to show Jabril what it was to be a successful black man, especially since Jabril’s daddy never had. Lawrence was too busy making love to his white wife and floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee for the boxing commission.
    The music floated behind Jaise as she stood before the bed and dropped her black satin negligee to the floor, revealing her smooth and glistening brown skin.
    “Damn,” Trenton said, admiring what he saw. “I’ve been wanting that pussy all week.”
    “You should stop waiting so long to come home and get it.” She smiled. “It’s yours all the time, baby. And it’s waiting for the day when we can share last names.”
    “Didn’t I tell you to stop thinking about that? When the time is right, I’ll let you know.”
    “Shh.” Jaise climbed on the bed and placed her wet index finger between his lips. “Let’s just enjoy this moment.” Jaise slid down his scrumptious body, parting his legs, and expanding her cheeks. She licked the length of his hardness and as his toes curled against her sides, she started doing his favorite thing: tea-baggin’ him.
    “Fuck.” His eyes rolled to the top of his head and as Jaise sucked every ounce of him, his phone started singing.
    Jaise stopped for a moment, long enough to at least open her eyes and wonder why this ringtone was different from the others. Before she could come to any conclusions Trenton pushed her head back to his dick and she continued to deep throat him.
    Jaise tried to get back into the erotic rhythm that her slurping mouth had mastered but she couldn’t. She just wanted him to cum so she could be done. So as she sucked his dick she ran her middle finger along the slit of his ass and within a matter of moments it was over.
    “That was the shit, baby,” Trenton said, shaking his head, as if waves were floating through him. “Damn.” He hollered in delight as Musiq and Mary J started singing from his phone again.
    Trenton reached for his phone on the nightstand. Jaise looked at the clock: one a.m. “Trenton, why is your phone ringing this time of the night?”
    “What I tell you about questioning me? In my business this could be anybody.”
    “At one in the morning?”
    “I talk to people from all over the world. It could be three in the afternoon for them,” he said, flipping his phone open. “Hello?”
    Jaise heard a female voice on the other end of Trenton’s phone, causing a lump to gather in Jaise’s throat and make her gag on the residue of Trenton’s stickiness. She attempted to kiss Trenton on the lips in an effort not to allow jealousy