What's your fantasy? See if it lies here in this book. **MATURE CONTENT**
**this for my melanin queens!
**this for my plus-size queens. they deserve more recognition!
**this for my queens of color!
**this for ALL my queens!
-I don'...
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Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.
Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.
The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.
"Babe!"
"In the kitchen, baby."
He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.
"Pablo, you're all sweaty. Stop, baby," you giggled.
"Don't dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit," he teased.
"Usually your shirt is off and that's the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked." he teased.
He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.
"Damn. I'll be glad when I get some downtime. I've been missing my babies."
"Me too, papa," you replied, giving him another quick kiss. "You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming."
