𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Chapter Forty

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Early the following morning, before he was entirely sober, his bell rang; he couldn't ignore it because he knew it was her; he hadn't stopped thinking of her visit; the anticipation had propelled him from Pulse the previous night.

Imani stood by the door, waiting for Matthew to open; Pete had agreed to pick her up and drop her at Matthew's front door. There was a thrill in having an illicit affair, the joy of knowing only a few people knew of it, the blithe of loving a man that not only stirred the body but your heart too was a blessing Imani did not take for granted. Groaning and holding his head to keep it from spinning, Matt swung off the bed to go open it for her.

There she was, grinning, her official suit impeccable, not a hair out of place, she was born for a corporate job. She wore the role to perfection.

"Here, drink this," Imani said immediately she stepped into the room. He took it, opened and drank it.

"What is it? " he asked, scrunching up his face

"Why would you drink it without asking first?" She laughed joyously, leaning against his chest.

"Why, Would you poison me?" He puckered, taking another mouthful.

"Never. It's oriental raisin tea. It's a cure for a hangover. How are you feeling?"

"Like a troop is marching inside my head." Imani took his hand to lead him to the kitchen. She felt in her element like this was her house and not his. "I need coffee, and you need to sit for a few minutes to give the tea some time to work."

He groaned, allowing her to lead him. Imani inhaled loudly "Your house always smells so nice," she whispered, opening kitchen cabinets looking for coffee.

He mumbled incoherently, and she laughed, "like fresh linen." she added, "are you strong enough to make love to me?"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, fixing them on her without saying a word, and Imani collapsed into a fit of laughter at how funny he looked. "Oh, yes, I am."

"You look dazed." she maffled, walking towards him.

"The idea of making love to you gets me vibrant with vigour."

She stood between his legs. "I missed you yesterday." she kissed his lips, both cheeks, running her fingers in his hair.

"Me too."

"Really? You seemed really comfortable with your friends."

He smiled in her chest, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her top before nuzzling his chin on her cleavage.

"I had a great time."

"I could tell. They are more beautiful in persona."

Matthew tensed. "But you're more beautiful."

He chuckled, standing and taking her hand to lead her to the bedroom. He was fully awake now; the anticipation of having her naked got him striding to the bedroom at record speed.

"I find myself thinking about you in the middle of a meeting," Matthew breathed, smelling her neck, his hands on her arms. Imani leaned back to give him easy access, her rapid breathing eliciting a smile from him.

"You do?"

"Almost all the time."

"What do you think about?"

"This. The anticipation of having you, the lust, the need to be inside you, the craving to touch your body, your smell, your voice. Every fucking thing."