𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.★

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝟏𝟏!

LONG CHAPTER <3

-GETTING TO "KNOW" YOU. (2)

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐘𝐍!

  We were going to go with our little love to work today.

 Yesterday's movie night was most definitely an interesting one. We already knew so much about her, but there was still so much more. It was of course, my idea. I wanted to see how she works in this environment. I would be better-more up close- and personal. Things were different from watching her from the main camera in our office. 

   Onika had been on our minds for a very long time. She was truly something special. I almost applaud myself for taking interest in her. My dry lips were coated in a gloss of my salvia as I ran my tongue over them. We were all in the process of getting ready, as I tidied my cufflinks. Bitsy fell asleep after our little talk of "competition." Naturally, we tucked her in, carrying her back into her room. 

  We both meant what we said when we told Onika that we would mentor her as far as writing- keeping your word was something that I valued to the utmost. She was already an amazing writer, but there was always room for more improvement. 

When Bey and I discussed it, we made sure that we didn't want her to feel like a housewife, something that she eventually will be- especially with the fact that she will soon be carrying both of our children.

 Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I immediately smelled my wife's cologne. Orchid, by Tom Ford. My lowered eyes glanced up to see her hugging on me through the mirror. Giving her outfit a bit of a scan- I smirked. 

"You look sexy, baby." I told her, lustfully. She started to grind her hips into my ass from behind. 

"You too, Bae. We should do sum' right quick." Was all she muttered as she was basking in the scent of my YSL perfume. Her dick was pressed firmly against my ass and my nose flared on instinct.

"Don' start nun' you can't finish. We're gon' be late- an' I'm already still hurtin' from last night..." I grunted slightly, which made her lips curve into a smug smile.

 Whatever, her big ego inflates as it always does. I'd have to give her, her tens though. she beat my shit down. after we had put Onika to bed, of course.

"I told you, but you ain' take me serious. We still have time- Nika ain' ready yet."

 I side eyed her. "Did you get a glance of what she was wearing?" I said, turning to her- looking down because I was still about 3 inches taller than she was. My wife nodded, licking her lips. 

"She looks sexy as hell." That made my eyebrows raise. "Let's go check on her then." Beyonce nodded putting her hands in her pockets.

"Tonight." I told her, making her smirk. 

"I can't wait until she finally sleeps with us. I hate her being in that room." She voiced as we went out the door. I hummed in response.

"Understandable, but we have to let her get more comfortable with us- Lord knows what we have planned for her is intense. She's perfect though." 

"Yeah, you're right." I'd been meaning to ask her a question., so I stopped in my tracks. 

"How did she taste?" I muttered. Beyonce walked a little more ahead of me and turned with a smile. "Like pineapples, delicious. You need to taste for yourself." My lower body started to react, and I sighed.

"I will, you know this." Beyonce smirked. "I can watch?" My mouth was silent for a minute. The thought of her watching us was exhilarating to me- caging her, making her whimper and scream, while my wife jerks out her arousal in a dazed stupor. We were sharing her after all, she was going to be ours- in a different way this time.