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Resting her head on my chest, she said, “I love you, too.”
“And I’m glad you do, love.”
“So, am I supposed to call you Baba, Your Highness, Lord?” she asked.
“You can call me whatever you want, but Husband will work just fine for me.”
Her head popped up. “You know what I just realized? I got goddess pussy!”
I chuckled. “You do, love. You definitely do.”
13
Temple
My bladder pulled me from a sound sleep, forcing me to leave Sampson’s arms and tiptoe from the bed to the bathroom in my apartment. We’d been inseparable for several months now, living between my place and his, because I loved my job and wasn’t ready to give it up, not that he’d asked me to. I honestly think I could’ve decided I wanted to join the circus, and he wouldn’t have cared. His one and only concern was being with me. But I can’t lie and say I didn’t love being in Bilowga, in his palace. I’m also not going to pretend being the mate of a king was a bad thing, so I was grateful for the opportunity to enjoy the best of both worlds for as long as I could.
Sitting on the toilet, I thought of how much this man made me smile. Shit, he made me feel, something I hadn’t really done in a long time. My parents were thrilled to know we were together again because they’d always liked Sam. We’d made plans to have dinner with them at their home in Maryland. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever tell them about our immortality because I honestly wasn’t sure they needed to know that. His parents were happy, too. We’d already spent a little time with them since they lived nearby in Tennessee.
I was standing at the sink, washing my hands, when something made me lift my head; my eyes first seeing my reflection in the mirror over the vanity andthen shifting to something behind me. My heart leaped as I spun around to find a woman standing in my bathroom doorway, a beautiful woman robed in white and royal blue. Her skin was smooth, a deep brown with golden undertones, and at seeing the gentleness in her eyes, my heart calmed.
Bowing her head, she said, “Temple…the dwelling place of a god. Such beauty you possess, Blessed One. It is an honor to serve you.” Her voice was…musical.
“What is your name?” I asked softly. Sam had told me that since I’d finally awakened to who I was, thanks to our reconciliatory sex and his flat-out telling me, an ancestor might visit me soon. Instinctively, I knew this woman was that ancestor.
“Who I am is not important.Just know that I am your blood ancestor who was once a chieftain’s wife, queen of our people, and I am here to guide you, to help you learn.”
“Learn how to be a queen?”
“That, and whatever it pleases you to learn, whatever you need to know.”
Dropping my eyes, I asked, “Can you teach me how to love Sam the way he deserves to be loved?”
Her smile was so bright, it completely illuminated my darkened apartment. “Blessed One, that is one lesson you do not require. Your love for him was a part of you before you were aware of your own existence. You were created to love him, and he was created to love you. You must simply keep giving him your heart, your soul—”
“And my body,” I finished for her because I knew. I knew the answer before I asked the question. Loving Sampson was instinctual. I couldn’t get it wrong with him as I had in the past with other men, because I was never meant to love those men anyway.
“Thank you,” I said.
Bowing her head again, she replied, “You are welcome, Blessed One. I will leave you now, but when you need me, I will return.”
And then she was gone, and I was back in my bed, in Sam’s arms.
“It’s your girl, Temple, and you know what time it is. I’m playing the songs that make you wanna grab someone and hold them close. It’s the Quiet Storm, kings and queens, so if you have any requests, you know what to do.Call me at 555-555-8869 or slide in my DMs. I’m @YaGurlTemple on IG. To start us off, here’s some aural ecstasy for you, a special request from one of my faithful listeners, ‘Endless Love’ by Lionel Richie and The Boss,Diana Ross.”
I tapped on the icon to mute my mic and sank deeper into the chair, reclining my head and closing my eyes while humming softly to the song. My feet were planted against the table before me on either side of the computer, and Sam’s head was between my legs, his long body nearly folded over as he kneeled underneath the table.
We were in the studio, at my place of work, Sam’s driver having dropped me off with Sam in the limo. He was supposed to walk me inside and leave, but our kiss goodbye heated up rather quickly, so he stayed, ending up in his current position, licking me into a quick orgasm. He gave me a short reprieve to start my show, and now he was back at it, his tongue doing things to my clit that no tongue should be capable of doing.
I clutched his head, moaning softly before basically whining, “I’m gonna have to go back on the air soooooon.”
He interrupted the tongue fucking to say, “You just concentrate on not apporting us to the damn Serengeti.”
Before I could respond with the truth that I only ever inadvertently transported us to Bilowga and that that was essentially his fault since no other man’s sex had evoked such a reaction from me, the pressure building below my navel crested, and I exploded, my legs shaking and my heart galloping in my chest. Sam left his table alcove and stood over me as I fought to catch my breath, swiping a hand from his mouth down his beard, wiping the mess he caused me to make all over his face. Then he started unbuckling his belt, his eyes narrowed on me, that hungry, predatory look evident in them.
In my earphones, I heard the commercial ending, and as Sam dropped his pants, I quickly announced another song, made sure I muted myself, and scrambled to my feet. My pants and underwear were already on the floor. So, I turned and gripped the bottom of my chair, bent over, and before I could plant my feet good, he was inside me.
“Ohhhh, goddddd!” Iwailed. There were times in the past when I hated being in that office all night alone. But now I was thankful for it. Otherwise, I surely would’ve been fired from my beloved job.
