Where I Wanna Be (21 page)

“
Come on, baby girl,” he whispered, taking a moment to run his tongue over her clit.

“
Eli, I'm gonna cum,” she breathed.

“
Do it, baby girl. Come for me,” he demanded.

Faith screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body shook and shuddered. Meanwhile, Eli stood from his chair and watched her fight to regain some sense of control. He had a proud smile on his face, knowing he was the only one that made her feel that way. He waited until she stopped shaking and then pulled her into his arms. “Was that a good cum, baby girl?”

“
What do you think?” She laughed.

“
Good,” Eli gently laid his wife back on the dining room table and removed his clothing. His cock was already hard with the slit moistened. He lifted both of her legs and cradled them with one arm, while his free hand slid his cock inside her. They both drew in a sharp breath as Eli slowly moved inside Faith, locking eye contact with his wife. He didn’t know what his wife did to keep it nice and tight for him, but whatever it was, it worked like a fucking charm. He reached down with one hand to squeeze her breasts as he kept moving inside her, all the while smiling at how beautiful his wife was at the moment.

Faith momentarily closed her eyes as she began to ascend higher and higher in ecstasy. His shaft was long and thick, stretching her out while remaining a snug fit inside her sex. She met him stroke for stroke, encouraging him to give it to her harder and faster.

Eli felt her clamp down on him tighter and he moved faster inside her, his orgasm shooting through his body like a pistol. He stilled himself for a brief moment and let all of the emotions he had felt for his wife flow through him. He didn’t realize it was possible to love her more at that moment.

He slid out of her and sat back in the chair behind him. “I think I’m hungry for dinner now.”

Simone didn’t know how long she was sitting in the bathtub, staring out into space. She knew she was going to be running late. She knew there was going to a horrible line at the local café down the street from her apartment. She knew she was going have to get a pastry for breakfast when really she should be eating anything but that.

She didn’t care. Her thoughts were consumed with Eli.

The moment she saw him again the other day, it seemed every single memory she’d ever had for the man came flooding back. The way he would hold her hand between classes. How he would walk with her to the bus stop. The times she would sneak out of her house to meet up with him at the park so they could mess around. The numerous hickies she had to cover up with foundation.

The fateful night they deflowered each other, promising to never leave.

They say you never forget your first love and Simone wished whoever said that would go play out in the freeway. That person was right. Excruciatingly, painfully right.

She saw Eli a few months ago for the first time in years, yet it seemed like he had never been out of the picture—her picture. She had dated many men and yet found herself comparing them to Eli. She felt stupid comparing a grown man to a teenage boy, but Eli was special. He treated her like a queen, spoiling her. He called her late at night so he was the last voice she heard. He called her the first thing in the morning so she was the first voice he heard. And when she got off the bus, he was always waiting for her, sometimes with a flower he had plucked from someone’s yard.

The romantic boy grew into a romantic man. A muscular, romantic man with broad chest, trim waist, sharp hazel eyes, and lips he seemed to love to lick every so often.
If he likes to lick his lips, then he must like to lick…

Simone closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. Eli was happily married, unintentionally flashing his wedding band to Simone letting her know he was off-limits. Damn his wife. Damn his marriage. No, she really didn’t want Eli to end his marriage. She was just jealous. He had a wife he loved. He had a child he adored. Eli was just going to be her schoolgirl crush.

She immersed herself more in the tub until it covered her completely. She needed to focus on her business. She had several potential brides to see, businesses to network, and locations to scout for events. She had food tastings to attend to, shoulders to rub, and asses to kiss. She needed to offer the best event planning services for the potential clients while still being able to give them the best deal. She needed to get a grip and concentrate on the task at hand.

Oh, who was she kidding? Simone immediately knew she was going to regret moving back to New York.

****

“
Okay, so tell me about your girl,” Eli sat down with a potential client, a married man looking to buy his wife some flowers for her birthday.

“
Um…” the man took off his baseball cap and scratched his head. He twitched his nose as he thought about his wife of many years. “She’s a secretary. She likes jazz music. She loves to scrapbook.”

“
Okay, okay…” Eli scribbled some notes down before he started a drawing of a bouquet. “What else?”

“
She likes those trashy talk shows and documentaries on HBO.” The man continued.

“
Got it,” Eli quickly drew some other things to the sketch. Simone quietly entered the shop and met eyes with Eli. She sat at another table and waited for him to finish meeting with the client. “Tell me some more about her. What’s her favorite color and season?”

“
She loves purple and the spring time. She meets with her friends once a month for that red hat society thing,” the man shrugged, “and she likes to play poker.”

“
Oh yeah?” Eli wrote down the names of some flowers on the sketch and called one of the assistants over. He ripped the sketch away from the notepad and handed it to her. “Is she any good at it?”

“
Best poker face I know,” the man shook his head, “she can look me dead in the eye and tell me how good the meatloaf is when she knows it’s pure shit.”

Eli chuckled at the man. “Sounds like you’ve been married for a long time.”

“
Thirty-six years, kiddo,” the man slowly nodded his head.

“
Wow,” Eli shook his head in astonishment. “You’ve been married longer than I’ve been alive.”

“
They don’t have marriages like they used to. Too many people give up on marriage when it becomes difficult or when they can’t stand the other person anymore. Back in my day, you toughed it out. You worked through problems. You didn’t try to change the other person; you accepted them for who they are.” The man shrugged again as he took a sip of tea. “But what do I know? I’ve only been married for more than half my life.”

“
Sounds like you know a lot to be married for so long,” Eli marveled, “you know a lot more than I do.”

“
How long have you been married, kid?”

“
Six years. Together for twelve, total.”

“
You’ve been married for a while,” The man nodded approvingly, “too long to still be considered a newlywed but not enough to be considered a veteran. Here’s some unsolicited advice for you: Keep the wife happy and she keeps your life happy.” The man offered advice. “Easiest thing to follow. Doesn’t get any simpler than that. I’ve been eating my wife’s shit meatloaf for the past thirty years. Same bland flavor all the damn time. Do I tell her it’s shit? No. I sit my ass down in front of that meat, take a few swigs of my beer, and marvel at great her cooking is. Because I know if I do that, she’ll cook me something better and will treat me better.”

“
Her other dinners are better, I’m assuming?” Eli inquired.

The man took another sip of tea and put the cup back on the saucer. “After thirty-six years… thirty-six damn years… her chicken pot-pies are amazing. Her desserts are out of this world. But that goddamn meatloaf…”

The same floral assistant from earlier came back out with a dummy bouquet for the man to look at. It had purple hydrangeas, lisianthuses, dahlias, calla lilies, and soft pink roses with feathers, sweet peas, and baby breath splashed. Included in the bouquet were small figures of a woman dressed in purple and wearing a red hat, a miniature playing card, and an ‘I love you’ emblem.

“
So what do you think?” Eli asked. “It’ll take us about a day to create it.”

“
This is amazing!” The man exclaimed. “This is so beautiful! Can I just take this one home instead?”

Eli chuckled. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate the real thing. It smells really clean and crisp.”

“
Like the springtime?” The man asked.

“
Like the springtime.” Eli promised.

“
Sold!” The man smiled. “Let me know what you need from me.”

“
Sure thing. You can just go up to the front desk and the girls will take care of you there,” Eli directed the man. He then made his way over to Simone. “Hey, troublemaker.”

“
Hey, Mr. Eli,” Simone put away her book and gave him a hug. She momentarily closed her eyes as she felt his warm, muscular build press against her soft frame. The fact he was wearing equally intoxicating cologne didn’t do him any favors. “I must say, that was very impressive of you. Asking about the wife’s interests before you created the bouquet? Very nice.”

“
It’s about catering to a woman and her needs,” He slowly licked his lips, “some men need a little extra help in that department, you know what I’m saying?”

Simone focused on Eli’s lips. They looked so soft and welcoming. She immediately wanted to wrap her hands around his head and pull him in close to her body, pressing against each other as their lips met repeatedly. She bit the inside of her cheek and re-directed her attention back to his eyes. “Yes, I do.”

“
By the way, you almost got me into trouble a while back,” Eli smirked.

“
What? What did I do?” Simone asked.

“
You had your perfume all over me when we hugged. My wife was ready to throw down.” He chuckled.

A small smile formed on Simone’s lips. “I hope you told her the truth?”

“
Yes, I did. I told her you were a new client and I gave you a hug, that’s all.” Eli gave a helpless shrug.

“
She sounds like the jealous type,” Simone mentioned.

“
Not really. She’s always been pretty confident.” Eli began to clean up the table with his notepad. A smile grew on his face when he thought about Faith’s confidence. That was one of the things that drew him to her. Sure she had her doubts and insecurities like the next woman but most of the time exuded confidence and owned it. “But then again, if she came home smelling like some dude, I would probably want to beat somebody’s ass, myself.”

Simone laughed at Eli’s commentary. “You make a point.”

The man from earlier stopped again at Eli and shook his hand. “Thank you so much for this, son. I’ll let you know how she likes it.” He then left the shop.

Eli watched the man leave and folded his arms. “That right there is the reason why I do this.”

“
And you do it well,” Simone smiled.

“
So what brings you back in here?” He asked.

“
Well, I was wondering if I could drop off some business cards for you? I’m still trying to build my clientele and I need all the extra help I can get.” She handed Eli a small stack of cards.