I’ll be ready in ten minutes.

Samiyah crossed her legs and dropped her cell phone in her lap to wait for Jonas’ response. She lifted a cup of hot tea to her lips and took her focus back to her mother. Also sitting with her legs crossed, Martha Jean mulled over the conversation she and Samiyah had. Samiyah wanted to make sure Martha Jean would play nice tomorrow when the family came together for the Jan’s Roses fundraiser event. Instead of feeling beat up on, Martha Jean took the coaching in stride. After all, it was her own fault that her daughter felt the need to remind her of how special this evening was.

Samiyah’s phone buzzed, and she glanced down to retrieve the phone. A smile spread across her lips, and Martha Jean knew that meant Jonas was on the other end. It made her mind travel back to the lunch date with Antonio Rose. The man had been charming enough, opening doors and pulling out chairs. Martha Jean surmised that the men were all raised that way, and she was genuinely grateful for their parents.

What interest Martha Jean about Antonio was his compelling nature. She had never been one to let a man order her around, but the few times Antonio had tried his luck, she’d let him.

“Do you pray over your food, Ms. Martha Jean?” he’d asked.

“Sometimes,” she said. “Depends on how hungry I am.” Martha Jean had laughed it off as a joke, but Antonio’s lifted brow and the creases in his forehead indicated he didn’t get the joke.

“Tonight, we’ll make sure to bless our food, and any other time we eat together for that matter.”

Antonio reached across the table, and Martha Jean easily went along with whatever he’d said after that. She’d found herself laughing at jokes that she knew would never make it in a standup show. But she chuckled still, and it felt good. Now she wondered how to feel about it. Tomorrow, Martha Jean planned to look stellar in her evening gown. Her aim was to turn Christopher’s head, but the rummaging in her stomach made her uncomfortably aware that she almost hoped it pleased Antonio instead.

“What are you thinking about, Ma?”

Martha Jean snapped out of her thoughts to look over at Samiyah.

“Hmm?” she said.

Samiyah peered at her. “I said, what were you over there thinking about?”

“Oh, um, the Jan’s Roses fundraiser,” she said.

“What about it?”

“Well, if you want me to be specific, my dress.” Martha Jean smiled. “I plan to be the star of the show, darling,” she drawled, and Samiyah chuckled. “That is along with my beautiful daughter.” Martha bounced her shoulders with a little jiggle, and Samiyah’s smile grew.

“That’s the spirit.”

The doorbell rang, and Samiyah knew it was her husband.

“Wow, that was quick,” Martha Jean said, rising from her seat.

“What can I say,” Samiyah responded. “He loves me.” She blushed, slipping her feet back inside her four-inch Jimmy Choos.

“He loves me,” Martha Jean mocked, then stuck out her tongue.

“Ma!”

Martha Jean crossed her eyes then laughed. She reached out and tucked her arm into Samiyah’s, and together they cruised to the door. When the door opened, a gust of wind sailed into the room, and Samiyah shivered, snuggling deeper into her jacket with a pull of her collar. The cool breeze she felt didn’t last when hazel eyes met hers, causing a torrid heat to fall over her as if she’d been covered by a warm blanket.

“Good evening,” Jonas said. He glanced over at Martha Jean. “How are you, ladies?” The deep groove of his voice waved over Samiyah, and her nipples tightened painfully. It amazed her that he could still do that, just with the manifestation of his presence.

“How ya doing, son-in-law?” Martha Jean said.

 Jonas smiled and eased inside the doorway.

“Am I interrupting, or is it safe to steal my wife now?” He closed the door behind him, simultaneously leaving no space between he and Samiyah.

“I think she’s ready to go.” Martha Jean glanced over at Samiyah.

Samiyah was staring at Jonas with a golden glow shining over her face. Her eyes were lowered, and her lips puckered. Martha Jean chuckled. “I believe she’s in heat.”

Jonas turned his gaze to meet Samiyah’s. The comment sitting on his tongue he decided to swallow. Martha Jean didn’t need to know what kind of trouble her baby girl was in. And he could almost guarantee that she wouldn’t be delighted to find out just how loud she would scream his name when he took her. With the naughty thoughts ringing in his head, Jonas reached for Samiyah’s hand and pulled them to his lips for a heated kiss.

“I missed you,” he said.

Samiyah blushed and traced her lips with her tongue. “I missed you, too, babe.” They leaned in for a kiss, and Martha Jean took this moment to speak.

“You know, y’all could just go home. I won’t be mad.”

Jonas fiddled with Samiyah’s chin then turned to Martha Jean.

“Is there anything that you need?” he asked.

“Well since you’re asking…”

“No!” Samiyah yelled, squinting at her mother.

Jonas glanced from Samiyah to Martha Jean, then back to Samiyah again. “Is there something I should know?” he asked.

Samiyah shut her lips and glanced at her mother.

“Everything’s fine,” Martha Jean said, “my daughter is being her usual overbearing self.”

Samiyah’s mouth dropped. “Overbearing, me?”

“I call it like I see it.” Martha Jean shrugged. “But to answer your question, son-in-law, I’ve got everything I need. Y’all go on and have a good night.”

“The limo will be here to pick you up at 2 p.m.,” Jonas stated.

“I’ll be ready.”

“Marissa and Calvin will be here to assist you with your hair and makeup,” Samiyah added.

“We had this conversation already,” Martha Jean said.

“Yes, but sometimes you forget. That means don’t pull your gun on them when they knock on your door."

“Gun?” Jonas said.

Samiyah sighed. “Long story.”

“Not really,” Martha inclined. “I have a gun because I want to be safe. It’s as plain and simple as that.”

Jonas frowned. “You don’t feel safe here?”

“Like I told your wife, I’m a single woman living alone, it’s just for protection.” Martha shrugged. “You never know.”

“I understand, but your security is top of the line. No one can get past your gate unless you let them.”

“Well just in case I don’t, and they still get in, I’ll be sure to remind them why they never should’ve tried it.”

“Oh boy,” Samiyah groaned.

Jonas smirked. “Okay,” he said, stepping to Martha Jean for a hug. “Have a good night.” He placed a kiss on her cheek and reached back for Samiyah.

Samiyah accepted his hand as she glided up to Martha Jean. “Good night, Mama. Don’t hurt nobody okay?”

Martha Jean smirked, and they air kissed. “Love you both,” she said. “Goodnight.”

Jonas reopened the door, and they stepped out into the chilly night. Jonas moved to drape his arm around Samiyah’s waist and pull her in. In sync, they left the porch for the Bentley truck. After helping Samiyah inside, Jonas closed her door and strolled to the driver’s side. Seeing Martha Jean standing idle in the doorway, Jonas tossed his hand in a single wave.

She waved back, then disappeared inside, shutting the door. Inside the Bentley, heat blasted from the vent.

“Should we send her some personal security? I’m sure Jonathon wouldn’t mind having a few men in rotation.”

“That’s not necessary,” Samiyah said, reaching out for him, “but I’ll tell you what you can do for me,” she purred.

His pupils darkened, and he leaned over, meeting Samiyah halfway. “What can I do for you, baby?” his dark voice beat. “I’ll do anything.”

“Get us home as fast as this truck will take us. We’ve been apart far too long.”

Jonas licked his lips and reached across Samiyah for her seatbelt. “You might want to buckle up then, love.”

Samiyah smiled and stuffed her nose into the crook of his neck then drug her lips up to his face. The masculine scent drove her wild and did crazy things to her nervous system. It didn’t take them long to find the darkened highway. Getting to their three level Tudor-style home was the only thing Jonas wanted to do. Making love to his wife had become a treat he’d gladly looked forward to at the end of most of his work days. Sometimes, Jonas tried not to overdo it. He understood that Samiyah was nearing the end of her pregnancy, so most nights he tried with all his might to give it to her nice and slow. However, tonight, Jonas was feeling arrestingly driven with a passion that was fueled by his love for her, and he wanted to give Samiyah every single inch of him in a painfully uncivilized way.

Reaching over the console, Samiyah’s fingers danced across his lap and a hum tuned from her lips. The melody was one Jonas recognized as her favorite song that she kept on replay in the house at times. When her fingers slipped into the thread of his zipper and pulled the metal buzzer down, Jonas glanced at her knowingly. Samiyah smiled, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth to play with the corner of her lips.

Continuing to hum, Samiyah removed the belt buckle and unfastened his pants, reaching in to grip his elongated shaft.

“Grrrrrrrr…” A lone warning trekked from his throat as he navigated the vehicle with precision down the road. Samiyah’s soft hand closed around his muscle, gliding up to the head of his penis and back down to the base to cup his balls. “Damn it, woman,” he said as a torrent of heat burned through him, making his shaft bigger by the second.

“Mmmm,” Samiyah moaned, adjusting herself in the seat to lean over to him. When her lips covered his dick, a string of profanity spilled from his mouth.

“You have to stop,” he said with a gruff tone.

“Mmmm,” Samiyah said, taking her tongue down the length of him in one intensely long suck.

“Fuck!” Jonas said as he held a stern grip on the steering wheel. “Samiyah…” He growled.

“Mmhmm,” she said as her mouth moved up and down. With a greedy appetite, Samiyah opened her throat to adjust herself for Jonas’ girth. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth, and on a slippery slope, Samiyah slurped and sucked, pulling and stretching his warm cinnamon skin. She was so explicitly turned on that she could prop her legs up to play with her clitoris and come in an instant.

Jonas pushed the security code into the keypad and could barely stand waiting for the gate to open. When Samiyah took in another huge suck, Jonas’ head fell back, and his fingers dug into her hair for a firm grip. He moved her up and down biting on his jaw at the magnificent way she lapped at his unyielding erection. A lightning shock of heat covered him, and with utter determination, Jonas pulled her off. Samiyah’s lips smacked as she fought to hang on to her connection. Looking to Jonas with eyes so sultry and lips so pouty, Jonas couldn’t help but devour her mouth. His lips crushed into hers as he pulled her with a fierceness so intense a trickle of cream left Samiyah’s pussy and sailed into the seat of her panties.

With fever they kissed and the atmosphere in the truck scorched into a dense humidity. Samiyah reached for his cock, needing to feel him again as his tongue traveled down her throat. They were two seconds away from their front door. Literally. But neither wanted to move for the sake of disconnecting. Jonas tore his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her chin.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she crooned. “Baby,” she panted, “I need you, now.”

Jonas pulled his gaze to hers then quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and left his seat for the passenger door. Opening swiftly, Jonas reached over Samiyah, releasing her belt and scooping her into his arms. His maneuver was smooth as he turned his back and shut the door with a flip of his foot. At the door, Jonas slipped the key inside while Samiyah nibbled on his earlobe, and Jonas walked purposefully to one of their bedrooms on the main floor.

“Babe, you forgot to close the front door,” she purred.

“No one’s coming in. I’ll close it later.”

Samiyah went back to tracing his lobe with her tongue, and once they made it down the stretch of the corridor, she panted.

“Put me down, I want it hard tonight, against this wall, right here,” she begged.

Jonas sat Samiyah on her feet and helped her remove the extra layers of clothing she wore. He tossed his fleece and pulled out of his shirt. Samiyah waved her hands over the ripples in his chest, gliding her arms up his shoulders. Jonas slipped his brawny hands up her neck and his fingers sank into her tresses.

“As bad as I would love to take you hard against this wall, I can’t have us hurting our baby.” His kissed her mouth, then sucked her lips before brushing kisses down her neck.

“I promise we won’t hurt the baby.” Samiyah’s eyes rolled as his kisses singed her skin, melting her where she stood. “Please,” she panted. “I love you, but our sex lately has been…”

Sharply, Jonas pulled away from her, and his brows knocked together in a frown. “Has been what?”

Samiyah reached for his face. “I don’t mean any harm, baby, our sex has been great, just a little soft.” The more she went on explaining, the more horrified Jonas’ expression became. “You’ve spoiled me, baby. I want you to fuck me hard like you did before I became with child.”

Jonas just stared at her. Samiyah leaned into him and kissed his lips.

“You mean all this time, you haven’t enjoyed our sex?” he asked, astonished.

Samiyah shook her head vigorously. “That’s not what I said. I love our sex, I just don’t want you to take it so easy on me.” Samiyah unclasped her bra and wiggled out of her panties.

Jonas gaze fell to her breasts; they had gotten bigger and her chocolate nipples more extended. He bit his bottom lip and took a step back, taking in the fullness of her. Jonas’ heart rocked against his chest. He didn’t know it was possible to be in love with someone wholly and unequivocally as he was with Samiyah. Seeing her now in her bare necessities, caring his heir with the grace of a lioness stirred his soul to the point that he could fall to his knees.

Turning her back to him, Samiyah bent slightly, poking her derriere out. Jonas moved out of his pants and stroked his dick as he pushed his clothing to the side with his feet.

“Come here,” he said, gathering Samiyah as she turned in his arms. Lifting her, Jonas pushed her back against the wall, then kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. “If it’s too much, you have to tell me,” he said.

Samiyah’s heartbeat raced in anticipation of him. Then, Jonas entered her womb, stretching her with one deep piercing thrust.

“O!” her mouth parted, and Jonas sank his tongue into her mouth.

“Promise me,” he said as he plunged deeper and pulled at her lips with his teeth.

Samiyah’s mouth held open, and a hot wave of nerves scattered her torso. “I promise,” she panted.

Jonas moved in and out of her, slow at first, then with a passion that ignited a flame and torched their skin. His hands gripped her thighs and sank into the creases of her hips. With her held up against the wall, Jonas pumped into her, dragging his engorged dick back and forth, clutching her walls within. Lifting her bottom higher, Jonas knocked into her pussy and her curvy ass bounced against his pelvis as he massaged her insides from a dangerous angle. Spasms rocked through Samiyah as Jonas lifted her again. With each new level of height, he pierced her with another torpedo driving stroke. Over and over, Jonas filled Samiyah with every inch that he possessed. In a profound immersion, Jonas sank and grooved as the tight suction of her lips pulsed harder with each immaculate thrust.

“Oh my God…” she yelled. Samiyah’s nails dug into his shoulders, and with every pummel, a stifling heat seared her core and shocked her body.

“Tell me…” his dangerous voice grooved, “how does it feel, baby?”

A shiver of chills ran down Samiyah’s spine.

“So damn good,” she said in a panting breath.

Samiyah’s wetness spilled down his dick, and their bodies slapped together, creating a melody that permeated the hallway walls. Jonas’ hips bucked and plummeted as his grip tightened even more. Faster, he drove into Samiyah when a wail fell from her lips.

“How about now?” Jonas said as his lips kissed down her shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Samiyah hissed, her head rolling from side to side. “Oh!” she yelled at the beating Jonas pounded her with. Samiyah’s thighs stung, and her breasts bounced just as her gates opened. “I’m going to fuckin’ come!” she whined like that of a trapped animal. She lifted a hand and smacked both of his shoulders in succession.

“Let me have your mouth,” he ordered, and Samiyah’s lips sank into his. Jonas sailed quick jabs into her vagina with a firm, steady hold. Like a bulldozer, he pushed into her so fast Samiyah felt homicidal.

She pulled away from his glorious mouth and lurched forward, sinking her teeth into his neck. A growl rumbled from Jonas, and he pulled her off the wall, holding her high as his jabs became unstable. A scream ripped from Samiyah’s throat, and she creamed all over his shaft.

“Fuck me!” he barked as his hot cum shot inside her womb. A high-pitch buzz rang in their ears as they fell apart together. Jonas staggered backwards into the wall. With their breaths labored, they kissed and whispered loving adulations to one another.

“Every night,” Samiyah shuddered. “Every night, you, and me, and this wall. We have a date.”

Jonas smiled slightly as he continued to catch his breath.

“Do I get a say in this?” he asked.

“No,” she panted.

Jonas chuckled and stepped forward, walking them into the master suite.

“I’m going to run us a bubble bath,” he said, easing Samiyah onto the bed. When they disconnected, both of them felt a dizzying moment of collapse. “Damn woman.” Jonas kissed her lips, and Samiyah held on to his neck.

“Just get into bed,” she said. “We’ll shower in the morning.”

“Tomorrow, we have a busy day ahead of us, love.”

“That’s all right,” Samiyah retorted. “We’ll get it together. Right now, I just want you.”

Jonas smiled into her lips and lifted her again, crawling to the head of the bed with her wrapped around him. Once they were comfortable in the sheets, he ran a heated palm down her back and over her rounded buttocks. With a hot pop, Jonas smacked her ass, and Samiyah moaned, sticking out her tongue to lick his lips.

“Your mom was right,” he said.

Samiyah arched a brow.

“You are in heat.”

Samiyah chuckled. “I guess I am. So you know what that means.”

Jonas flipped Samiyah over on her side and entered her from the back.

“Aaaah!” Samiyah screeched as he expanded inside her.

Jonas rocked back and forth, taking Samiyah over again in a maelstrom of orgasms.