Temporary Affair (slow updates)

bonus chapter - "nothing's changed"

It was Christmas Eve, and the Maverick house was buzzing with the warmth of holiday cheer. Family and friends gathered around, some wrapping gifts, others munching on snacks while sharing stories. Laughter and chatter filled every corner of their quaint little farm-styled home. But despite the festive spirit, there was a clear tension between Stevie and Tremaine.

Stevie, giving her husband the cold shoulder, had been silent all day. Tremaine, however, was determined to break through the ice.

In the kitchen, the women were busy with dinner preparations. Stevie was busy stirring something on the stove, her back turned toward the others. Tremaine walked in, catching sight of his wife in the midst of it all, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. His cousin-in-law, Beloved, and sister-in-law, Luna, were helping with the sides, while Stevie focused on the turkey.

"Mm, smells good in here, ladies," Tremaine said, his voice smooth as he glanced around the kitchen, but his gaze landed on Stevie yet again.

Luna, still icing the vanilla cupcakes she made for the kids, smiled. "Thank you! Dinner's almost ready. Stevie's getting the turkey out now, we're just waiting on the green bean casserole and the cornbread."

Tremaine couldn't help but watch as Stevie bent down to check the turkey. The way she moved, even while annoyed, drove him crazy. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he eyed her. "Mm, let me help you, kitten," he said, stepping forward to assist.

But Stevie was still upset. Without looking at him, she muttered, "No thank you," and carefully placed the turkey on the stove.

Tremaine's brow furrowed. He wasn't the type to let things simmer. "Can we talk real quick?" he asked.

Stevie shook her head, turning away. "No, I'm cooking," she said flatly.

Tremaine wasn't having it. With a swift motion, he grabbed her hand and spun her back into his arms. "Listen here, woman," he said, his voice low but firm. "I'm not about to keep dealing with this silent treatment shit, that's dead. We're better than this, and you know it. Ten years, Stevie, we've always communicated and spoken our peace. And I've never invalidated your feelings, so I don't know why you're acting like this. But it's the holiday, and I'd like to enjoy it with my family, our kids, and my wife. So let's go talk. Now."

Stevie glanced at Beloved and Luna, who were both trying not to laugh at the situation. She felt a mixture of frustration and amusement.

Remaining silent, she looked back towards Tremaine as he gently tugged her toward the door.

He led her downstairs to the laundry room, away from the bustle of their guests. Once inside, he shut the door and locked it, turning to face Stevie with his arms crossed. "Now, you ready to be an adult and-wait, what are you doing?"

Stevie had already climbed onto the washer, her slippers kicked to the floor as she slowly removed her sweater. "The way you handled me in that kitchen, Mr. Maverick, I don't feel like arguing or talking anymore," she said, her voice sultry. She crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.

Tremaine's initial plan to talk dissolved in an instant. He liked her idea much better. Stepping between her thighs, his hand slid to her neck as he kissed her deeply, moving from her lips to her jawline, then down her neck. His hunger for her was undeniable, and Stevie responded with the same intensity.

In a swift motion, he lifted her off the washer and spun her around so her back pressed against his chest. One hand was still at her neck, and the other roamed her body, sliding up under her dress. Feeling the lace of her underwear, he grinned. It was the stitching of flowers that let him know which ones they were. "My favorite pair," he whispered against her ear before kissing behind it.

Releasing his hold on her neck, he bent her over the cold washer, lifting her dress higher. With her underwear pushed to the side and his pants at his ankles now, he leaned in, his voice rough with desire. "I'm bout' to turn you every which way but loose for this lil' funky ass attitude." He chuckled darkly before claiming her completely.

"Okay." Stevie smiled, bracing herself for the wild ride.

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Just a little something 🫠 ... Stevie wanted yall to know she still getting her back blown, even after ten years, lmfao!