Only You

Chapter Fifteen

Fallon
I knock on Michael's door and wait and wait...and wait. Ten minutes pass and I almost feel like giving up. Something tells me to just open the door so I do. Michael is on his bed gripping a photo while tears run down his face.

"Sweetie.." I say while going over to him.

"No. Just stop. No." He says while pushing me away weakly.

The picture is of his late wife, Eboni. My heart breaks even more. I sit next to him and run my hand over his back. I lay his head on my shoulder and kiss his forehead.

"It's okay. She's in a better place." I whisper.

He takes his head off of my shoulder and sniffles.

"You remind me of her sometimes." He says.

I take his warm hand and squeeze it lightly.

"But I'm not Eboni."

"I know... It's still hard for me." He says.

I find myself leaning in and kissing his lips. Softly. Like feathers. Then rough as two sex-craving teens. My mind is telling me to stop, but my body is telling me the exact opposite. Michael isn't showing any signs of stopping. His hands grips my butt and finds their way to a secret place. He fiddles around with my kitty through my pants and I let out a moan.

I let out a gasp as Michael nips and kisses my neck. Oh Lord. He's gonna give me a huge hickey. I position my hands at his arms to push him away, but it seems like my body has lost energy. It's been years since my body has reacted this way to this kind of attention. He pulls me on top of him and stops. I nibble on his ear and then kiss his cheek. His arms are wrapped around my waist securely.

"I'm really feeling you, Fallon... And it's scaring me." He says.

"I'm scared too... Scared of being hurt physically and emotionally."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby, ever. We can take it very slow."

I raise my head and look him in his eyes.

"You call this slow?" I ask with a smirk.

He chuckles and pushes me off of him and onto the bed unexpectedly. I frown.

"Nah. You were suffocating me."

"Hey!" I yell in defense.

He laughs and pulls me back to his muscular body.

"Girl, you know I'm playing."

I ignore him on purpose. He hops on top of me and pins me down.

"Ugh! No, Michael. Get off." I says while thrashing my body.

He lets go of my hands, but heads straight for my sides and begins to tickle me. I squeal in surprise. I hate being tickled!

"Oh my gosh! Stop!" I beg while laughing.

Michael holds an evil grin on his face as he continues to torture me.

"Okay! Okay!" I yell helplessly.

He stops and kisses my neck. I giggle like a little 7th grader.

"Fally! Daddy!" Imani yells from downstairs.

We hop off the bed and walk out of the room. Sadly, we both have stupid huge grins on our faces. The maid, Maria, is cleaning up the living room as Imani pouts.

"Where did you guys go?" She asks in her high-pitched voice.

"I had to talk to Fally about grown-up things, baby girl." Michael says while approaching his daughter.

He picks her up and throws her into the air, causing her to burst into giggles and squeals. I head to the kitchen for a drink. Harrison looks up to say something, but his jaw drops at seeing me.

"What?" I ask.

Then I remember my neck. I immediately begin to blush and attempt to cover it.

"I knew it." Harry says in victory.

I roll my eyes and grin,"Whatever."