RENAE

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| J E M A R I |

     TAPPING A FINGER AGAINST THE TABLE, Jemari watched Gwinnet wipe a kitchen countertop. "You shouldn't be working-"

"My bills don't pay themselves, Jemari," interrupted Gwinnet.

Jemari scoffed. As soon as Gwinnet recovered from the flu, she came back to work. Lloyd had told her that she could continue taking time off while Renae worked instead, but Gwinnet disagreed.

Speaking of Renae. . . "Where's Ren?" Jemari inquired.

"She deh home ino, musi a prepare herself for a clinical."

"Hm. . ." Jemari hummed, trailing off in thought. Deciding to pay her a visit, he jumped to his feet and grabbed his car key. "I'm going to the gym, Miss G. See you tomorrow."

"Drive like you have some sense, my son," she said, pulling him down to give him a peck on his cheek.

Jemari nodded then left, heading in the direction of the Johnson house.

The journey felt longer than usual, though he was thankful for that. It was enough time for him to gather his bearings. He'd be seeing the woman who had captivated his heart, mind and soul since he met her five years ago? There was a lot of emotions for him to unpack - excitement, glee, lust.

The latter feeling had him adjusting himself in his sweatpants. He could vividly remember all that transpired between him and Renae yesterday - the grip of her walls around his fingers; the taste of her nipples; how soft her skin felt and how horny her moans had made him.

He couldn't wait to have her again, but on a level deeper than sex. There was something enchanting from simply being in her presence - he wanted to see her eyes crinkle at the sides from passion while she spoke about all she'd been up; he wanted her close enough where he could smell her signature fragrance and revel in how she always seemed nervous around him, oblivious to the fact that she made him feel the same.

Coming to a stop before their house, he snapped out of his thoughts. Parking by the curb, he exited and walked up to the house. He knocked on the door, placing a hand in a pocket while he waited.

Soon enough, the door opened and his breath was snatched away. There she was - hair in a messy top knot, a tight-fitting blouse that stopped midrift and shorts that left very little to his imagination.

"Jemari," she greeted, surprise evident.

"Evening, Ren," he said, smirking when he saw her intake a deep breath at the mention of her name. None of her actions were ever lost to him, he had no idea he managed without her over the years. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," she answered with a quick nod, stepping to the side for him to enter. "You didn't tell me you were coming over," she added, closing the door behind her.

"You don't like surprises?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Yu know ano dat mi mean Jemari," she said, tugging down her blouse. "I look a mess."

"You don't. You're beautiful as always," the words came out without him thinking. He felt something inside him move when she blushed and looked away to the floor.

He made a mental note to work on her shyness. It was cute but. . . he couldn't acknowledge the beauty in her facial expressions if she always concealed them from him.

Clearing her throat, she quickly walked away. "Do you want anything to drink?"

Walking behind her, his gaze was set on her shapely figure. The sway of her hips appealed to him like a mating call, coaxing him to pull her close. The tight fitting shorts clung to her ass, tempting him to reach out and spank it.