Page 44 of Solomon’s Temple

“Aye, at this point, I’m tired of talking. I’m not your pops, so I’m not about to keep talking to you like you came from my nuts, my G. Turn in your badge and leave. You’re fired . . . straight like that. I wish you the best on your endeavors.” He hung up as another voice resounded from the laptop.

“You need us to do anything else on our end, sir?” the voice asked.

“Revoke his badge. I don’t want him nowhere near my business again. Troy, you’re now the HOS for the politics. Your team will be appointed to the mayor from now on.”

“Heard, sir.”

“I’ll contact Racheal to handle your raise. Don’t disappoint me. Raph and Dom, y’all treading on thin ice with me. I’m really starting to think you niggas playing on my top to get me to act out. Y’all know I’m trying to live right, and I’ve been doing nothing but showing y’all the same grace and mercy my Father shows me. I don’t even like calling you niggas, niggas, but it’s the only word I can use as a substitute and not feel bad about it.

“Stop playing with me before I get real stupid and lose my religion on y’all. As of now, you both are on probation. If y’all don’t clean y’all sh—acts up, y’all will be joining ya buddy Collin on the outside.”

“We hear you, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be off the grid for the next couple of days, so I won’t be available. Any issues you have, call Troy or Markel to handle it.”

“We got you, sir.”

He ended the video call and sat back, pinching the bridge of his nose, seemingly stressed. I walked inside and walked behind the chair, reaching over and massaging his shoulders.

I could feel his body relax as a smile grew on his face.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I will be,” he replied. He took my hand, kissed the back of it, then pulled me in front of him, guiding me onto his lap. “Sorry about that. It seems like as soon as I leave, my employees want to be stupid.”

“It’s okay. You had to handle your business. I’ve just been exploring and talking to my sisters while sipping on the expensive bottle of complimentary champagne.” I giggled.

He smiled. “Well, I’m all yours for the next four days.” I wiggled my brows at him as he chuckled. “Stop playing with me, Beauty. You promised you’d behave.”

I laughed. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“Your expressions and body language tell me everything I need to know.”

“I’ll try to keep it down. You promised me something, too, and you hadn’t delivered yet.”

His brows dipped in confusion. “Did I? I don’t usually make promises and not keep them, beautiful. I’ll correct it if I did.”

“You promised me a kiss once we got settled.”

His face relaxed, and a light smile formed. “I didn’t promise, baby. I made you a deal that I’d consider it. You’re very impatient, I see.”

“And I am. I feel like you’re making me beg at this point.” I playfully rolled my eyes.

Please kiss me. I need to feel some . . .

Before I could finish the thought, he wrapped four fingers around the back of my neck and brought my face to him. I was only expecting a peck or two, but his tongue slid across my bottom lip before capturing it. Time seemed to stand still as he kissed me . . .

Slow.

Sensual.

Intentional.

My nipples pressed against the fabric of my cotton camisole, and clit pulsed like fingers drumming on a tabletop. His tongue explored my mouth in ways I couldn’t describe as air filtered from my nose. I didn’t remember straddling his lap, but I could feel his dick pressing into where I desperately wanted him to enter.

My hips swayed back and forth, feeling the friction, and I moaned into his mouth.

When I thought he would stop me because we were now treading into unholy territory, his arms came around my waist, holding me while he continued to assault my mouth with his skilled tongue.