Ego {Completed}

Chapter 10

Soft moans filled the room as Beyoncé was grinding her hips against the man she called a friend. When she said she wouldn't give him up, she meant it with every part of her. For the past month, Shawn has been coming into the office to work on his manuscript with her, then he would either go home with her, or she'd go home with him. There, he would teach her a thing or two about what she was missing out on. Besides getting head, Beyoncé had never done many things, as her last lover wasn't too creative in the bedroom. Shawn, however, brought her to highs she never even imagined she could reach before. He knew things about her that she didn't even know herself. He was really good about figuring out where she liked to be kissed, how she liked to be touched, and when she wanted to be held. He studied her like a book, and he aced everything he did with her. She's never been with a man who paid so much attention to her bodily needs and delivered just what she wanted at all times.

Beyoncé moaned louder, and she was starting to lose her breath. Shawn knew that moments like this was when she needed to be held tightly. The tighter he held her, the more her body shook with pleasure. She'd push him away, but he knew that she didn't really want him to let her go. He responded by lacing her neck and breasts with soft kisses until her loud moans became breathless ones and her nails clawed at his shoulders. Afterwards, she laid her body against his so he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Sometimes, she'd fall asleep on him, and sometimes she would just need a minute before another round. This particular night, she fell asleep.

The next morning, Shawn woke up in his bed alone. He looked around to see if Beyoncé was anywhere around, but instead he found a note on the nightstand table. She had to head out to have brunch with her sisters, but she promised that she would be back for dinner. And dessert. Shawn laughed to himself and laid back on his pillows. He knew that she didn't want a relationship, but he couldn't help but feel some type of way about her. She never really opened up to him about her personal life, but there was so much about her that he wanted to know. What was her favorite color, her favorite food, her favorite city? Does she drink coffee or tea, does she like chocolate or vanilla, does she want kids one day or not? He wanted to know every part of her outside of the bedroom. If only she'd let him in.

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Outside on the patio of a small restaurant that sold breakfast all day, Beyoncé sat with her three sisters on this Saturday morning. The four of them were still trying to decide what to do for their mother for her wedding. They only had four and a half more months to come up with something and get it together before it happened.
Paris was talking about some idea she had for their mother, and Beyoncé tried to pay attention, but she could not get the image of Shawn running his tongue down her body out of her mind. She couldn't wait to meet up with him again tonight. Being with him made her feel liberated in a sense. She absolutely loved being with him, but still having no strings attached. It was the happiest she had been in years.

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"Is anyone listening to me?" Paris frustratedly asked. I finally snapped out of my daze, and to my left and right, I saw Solange and Larren both texting away on their phones.
"Sorry," Solange apologized. "Jules has a soccer game in a couple hours, and I'm in charge of bringing the snacks afterwards."
Paris shifted her eyes to Larren. "What's your excuse?"
Larren sighed and put her phone down. "I have a doctor's appointment after this, and I'm trying to get in contact with my husband."
"Did you remind about it him before you left?" I asked.
Larren glared at me. "Yes, I did."
I rolled my eyes and looked down at my menu.

"Anyway," Paris continued. "Since there's four of us, I think we should do that something old, something new thing. Beyoncé should do something old."
"And, why do I have to do something old?" I asked.
"Because you're the oldest. Which means I'm doing something new. As far as the other two, Solange and Larren, you can decide amongst yourselves."
"I'm sorry," Solange started. "Who put the child in charge?"
"Well, it was my idea in the first place. Unless one of you wants to come up with something?" All around the table, we rolled our eyes. I'm sure it's a genetic thing for the Knowles's to be sassy, but Paris takes it to a whole new level. "Didn't think so." She finished.