Page 45 of Double

“Oh my gosh, Double.”

“What? That’s a fair question.”

“I want you to take me as far as you want to take me, husband.” I hesitated before speaking my next thought because I didn’t want my mouth to write a check that my ass couldn’t cash. Since I felt reckless, I let myself say it. “If you make me come, I’ll make you come.”

“Straight up?”

“Straight up?” I repeated.

“It’s like, ‘word.’ It means the same thing, like are you serious? No lie?”

“No lie,” I assured him.

“How are you gonna make me come, Sweetheart?”

“This might seem off-brand for me in your opinion. When Faylise and I first started our company, another friend from university was starting her company, too. She was actually one of our very first clients. She graduated with a degree in psychology, and she wanted to work with women regarding sexuality.” I gave a sigh. “In the Iredian social structure, a sexually free woman is considered very low-class. Women of higher standards are expected to be much more Puritanical—dressing modestly, never using vulgar language, not having any sexual knowledge, except what their husband taught them . . . you know? Stuff like that. Adele, my friend, wanted to go against that. She wanted to teach Iredian women to take the reins of their own sexual agency.

“She would host classes for women on how to buy the dildo that was right for them, how to be a pro at performing fellatio, and stuff like that. When she first started the classes, they wouldn’t fill up. She would ask Faylise and me to come as like . . . seat fillers.”

“So you took a class on how to be a pro at giving fellatio?”

“Classes.” I stressed the fact that there was more than one class. “Plural. Faylise and I went to at least a dozen of her classes as seat fillers until her business took off. I also know how to give a hellafied lap dance.” I expected that to draw some type of reaction from my husband, but Double held his game face. His expression remained impassive.

“Say less,” he said finally. “And lose the top and the shorts.”

16

The Sweetest Thing

Double

I turned off the television and dimmed the lights in the family room with the app on my phone while Tinsley removed her top and the shorts she wore. When she stood before me in just her panties and bra, I couldn’t help the grin that overtook my face.

“What?”

“You look good, . . . and blue is my favorite color.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I know, but now you do.” I beckoned to her. “Com’ere.”

She walked over slowly, and when she was close enough, I took her hand and guided her forward. She straddled my lap, trying to look everywhere except into my eyes.

“Tinsley.”

She made eye contact. “Huh?”

“You a’ight?”

“I’m okay.”

“Cool.” I turned my head away from her and spoke loudly. “Alexa, play ‘Insatiable’ by Prince.” I looked back at her. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

I palmed both of her thighs, squeezing them firmly before moving my hands around to cuff the globes of her ass. “Gimme your mouth.”

Our mouths came together in a heated kiss. My hands squeezed her ass then moved upward. They caressed her back, then her shoulders, before moving to her head and becoming entwined in the strands of her hair. We explored each other. Studied each other and provoked each other into both moans and gasps.