Page 86 of Certified To Handle You 2

I made my way through the club, dappin’ up a few people who called my name before I reached the front door. The security guards spotted me immediately, and both of ‘em held they hands out.

“‘Lo Motion,” one of ‘em called out with a wide grin.

I dapped both of ‘em up. “Y’all boys be easy.”

I walked across the parkin’ lot with my keys already in my hand, climbed into my whip, and started the engine.

My wife was at home waitin’ on me, and she was ovulatin’.

I pulled out of the parkin’ lot and headed home ‘cause I had every intention of givin’ my wife the baby we both wanted.

Soon as I made it to the crib, I headed upstairs and straight to our room. I looked around and ain’t see Toni nowhere. I tossed my keys on the dresser, checked the bathroom, and she wasn’t in there either. Right when I reached for my phone to call her, that shit started ringin’ in my hand.

“Wassup, baby?” I answered.

“Get yo’ ass downstairs…” she said. The sound of her voice alone had me bitin’ my lip before I even realized I was doin’ the shit.

Toni always knew how to get a nigga’s attention, and after them pictures she sent me at the club, I already knew she was up to somethin’. My wife wasn’t the type to play games unless she planned on winnin’, and I had a feelin’ she been plottin’ on me ever since I walked out that front door.

A’ight,” I said low. “I’m on my way.”Soon as the call ended, I headed back downstairs. Halfway down the hall, I stopped at the bar and grabbed a bottle of Hennessy Paradis. That was smooth enough for a night like this, and if my wife was settin’ the mood, I wasn’t about to walk in empty-handed.

Eventually, I made my way toward the room that belonged to me and Toni, and I ain’t waste no time turnin’ the knob. The second I pushed the door open, I understood exactly why she wanted me downstairs.

She was standin’ a few feet away in that same red shit she had been torturin’ me with all damn night, and it looked even better in person. That rich red hugged her skin so good it almost looked painted on, and I swear I forgot what I was finna say the moment my eyes landed on her. Then there was that damn haircut that was neck-length. I still ain’t know what the hell women called that hairstyle, but one thing I did know was that shit fit my wife. It framed her face so damn good that all I could do was shake my head.

“Damn, baby…” I muttered. “You really been down here waitin’ on me lookin’ like this?”

Her pretty ass titties was damn near spillin’ out them red leather bra cups, and the way her hard nipples pushed against the shit had me rubbin’ the back of my neck.

Toni knew exactly what she was doin’. She knew every inch of her body drove me crazy, and she wore that shit with the kind of confidence that made it impossible for a nigga to look anywhere else.

My eyes drifted lower until they landed on her flat stomach, and I found myself grinnin’. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to put another one of my babies in that muthafucka.

Never takin’ my eyes off her, I twisted the top off the bottle of Hennessy Paradis and took a long pull straight from it. The burn rolled down my throat smooth, but it ain’t do a damn thing to cool me off. If anything, watchin’ Toni close the distance between us only made me want her that much more.

She walked toward me slow, and every step she took had my full attention.

“You look good as hell, ba…”

Before I could finish the sentence, Toni’s hand cracked across my face.

The slap stung enough to make my eyes water for a second, but I ain’t move. I just stood here lookin’ at her while she looked right back at me.

“You late,” she said.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough authority to let me know she wasn’t playin’ tonight. The way she held eye contact with me had my body reactin’ before I could help it, and I felt my dick get hard.

I opened my mouth to explain myself, but another slap landed before I could get a word out. This one hit harder than the first, and all it made me do was tighten my jaw.

“Don’t talk back to me, nigga,” she said as she stepped closer and wrapped her fingers around my chin. “When I call you and tell you I want some dick, you drop whatever the fuck you doin’ and get here. You hear me?”

I looked down at her for a second, ran my tongue across my lips, then looked right back into her eyes before givin’ her a slow nod. “I hear you, baby.”

She took the bottle right out my hand without another word and walked toward the other side of the room. I watched her the whole way.

That lace hugged every curve on her body, and that soft ass rolled with every step she took. Lord… I loved lookin’ at my wife. I ain’t care how many years we been together or how many times I seen her dressed up for me, she always found a way to have me lookin’ at her like it was the first damn time.

She sat the bottle down and reached inside one of the drawers before turnin’ back around. This time, she had a black leather collar in one hand with a thick gold chain hangin’ from it.