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“You coming?” he called from the kitchen.
Jessa arched a brow in annoyance. “Let me tell the nanny we’re staying in instead,” she called back before she kicked off her lovely Louboutins and jogged upstairs.
She stopped at the door of the nursery. “Yari, we’re dining in tonight,” she said, her face showing her displeasure.
“I’ll steer clear of the first floor then.”
Jessa shrugged. She
hated
a change of plans.
Deciding her dress was far too over the top for dinner at home, she changed into a silk maxi dress and peeled off her Spanx and ditched the bra. She refused to sit at home all night and be uncomfortable.
His choice. Not mine.
By the time she checked on Delaney again and made her way down the stairs, Tyson had her kitchen smelling of garlic and herbs. Jessa’s stomach grumbled loudly and she could only pray he didn’t hear it.
Tyson handed her a glass of white wine. “Sit. Sip. See a master at work.”
Jessa moved over to stand close to him by the sink where he was rinsing thick fillets of salmon. “So your dickplay isn’t your own handiwork?” she asked in her huskiest tone as she looked up at him and sipped her wine.
Tyson looked down at her. “Don’t start something you
won’t
finish, Ms. Celibate,” he warned, his eyes dipping to take in her hard nipples pressing against the thin silk.
“The devil made me do that,” Jessa said, playfully apologetic before she turned to look out her window.
She frowned a bit and opened the thick slats of the wooden blinds. What she saw caused her mouth to open a bit in surprise. “I’ll be right back,” she told him before walking to her front door to open it wide.
Jessa shook her head and sipped her wine as she watched Kingston trying his hardest to keep Jackson from completely whooping the ass of some man she didn’t know who was in his bikini briefs on Renee’s lawn. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
Jessa chuckled as Jackson literally flexed his arms and sent poor Kingston flying through the air like a fly before he used his strong hands to pick up the bikini-clad man by the throat.
“Jackson. Stop it before you hurt him,” Renee cried from the porch in nothing but a short robe.
“Kingston, stay out of it,” Aria snapped, standing on her porch holding her baby in her arms. “Get your men, Renee, before I jump in that shit and somebody get fucked up. For real.”
Jessa thought about it for a second and realized their shenanigans bored her. She couldn’t even muster enough energy to take pleasure in the fools they made of themselves as their Richmond Hills neighbors looked on.
She had more interesting things to occupy her time.
Jessa sipped her wine as she made her way back into her spacious kitchen. “You finding everything you need?” she asked softly before she leaned back against the island and watched him stir a pot of seasoned rice before he began to pan sear the salmon.
Tyson glanced at her over his broad shoulder. “Not everything.”
Jessa arched a brow. “Really?” she asked.
Tyson slid the metal pan with the fish into the oven and turned the rice down on low before he put the lid on. Just as quickly, he took two big steps and gathered her into his arms.
Jessa hissed at the feel of his hard dick pressing against her belly. “Wow, hello, down there,” she teased softly, as she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“So you just want to strut around with no panties on and your nipples swinging and think
this
wasn’t going to happen?” he asked, gripping her ass to pull her body even closer to his.
Jessa’s eyes searched his as he lowered his head to taste her lips. She set her wineglass on the island and brought her hands up to hold the sides of his face just as he deepened the kiss. She shivered at the feel of his tongue slowly dragging against hers before he captured it and then suckled it into his fresh-tasting mouth.
Everything with a pulse on her body pounded as Jessa felt herself lost in the heat. Not even the sound of glass shattering outside broke the mood for her.
It had been so long since she gave in to the sensuality of being a woman aroused by a man.
He lowered his head to kiss from the corner of her mouth to the base of her neck. “Let me make love to you again, Jessa,” he moaned near her ear before he kissed behind her earlobe.
She shook her head even as she slid her hands down his body to grip his hard buttocks.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up to sit on the island. Inching her dress up around the top of her thighs, he stood between her legs and brought his hands up to twist in her hair before he kissed her again. And again. And again.
Jessa eagerly released the hem of his shirt from his pants and went underneath the cool cotton to enjoy the warm strength of his back.
“Your doctor give you the okay?” he asked, tugging the top of her strapless top down to free her breasts before his gentle hands guided her upper body down to the island.
Jessa arched her back from the chill of the granite.
Tyson bent down to suck one of her brown nipples that were hardened and pointed up to the ceiling.
He moaned in pleasure.
Jessa gasped hotly.
He licked a trail to her other taut nipple.
Jessa’s entire body shivered in anticipation.
“Man, Jessa, let me just put the tip in,” he asked, lifting his head to look down at her.
She smiled as she shook her head. “I haven’t heard that since high school,” she teased.
He laughed and lowered his head to her chest. “Oh man, my dick is so hard.”
“Aw, poor baby,” she said huskily.
Tyson looked up at her as he eased his hands down to stroke her pussy. “Aw, poor baby,” he copied her. “Your pussy is so wet.”
Jessa lowered her eyelids halfway as he played in the moist folds before he used his thumb to press deeply against her throbbing wet clit. “Oooh,” she moaned low in her throat.
Tyson’s dark eyes intensified as he slid one finger deep inside her tight core and put his thumb back to work massaging her sensitive clit.
Jessa worked her hips in a tight circular motion as she licked her lips.
“Sexy ass,” he told her, his eyes locked on the varying expressions of pleasure and passion that she made as he finger-fucked her slow and easy and deeply.
“Damn you,” she cursed him as she worked her hips against the thrust of his fingers buried deep inside her.
“Man, let me have some of this good pussy,” he demanded throatily before he slipped his fingers out of her and quickly turned his head to suck them clean of her pussy juices.
Jessa cried out at the move.
“I need to taste this motherfucker,” he said, inching down her body to spread her legs wide before he licked her from her ass to clit before he suckled it between pursed lips.
Jessa’s hips seem to lift of their own accord.
Tyson bit each of her ass cheeks before he wet her thoroughly and then eased his thumb into her ass as he licked her clit crazily.
Jessa’s arm reached out frantically for anything to clutch as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out too loudly. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Give me that dick.”
Tyson picked her up from the island and set her on her feet in front of the sink. He bent her over it with his arms as he quickly covered his dick with a condom.
Jessa raised up on the tip of her toes as Tyson spread her ass cheeks with his hands and guided his dick inside her pussy slowly. She dropped her head to the sink and bit her bottom lip with a grunt of pleasure. “Oh, that feels good,” she moaned, working her hips to circle his dick and then pull downward on it.
Tyson reached for the pullout kitchen faucet as he lightly sprayed Jessa’s ass as she worked his dick.
The cool feel of the water shocked her, but Jessa kept going.
He dropped the faucet. “Nah, let me do this before you make this dick cum.”
Grabbing her waist, he worked his hips back and forth, gliding his dick in and out of her. As her walls tightened and released his dick, he picked up the pace until the sweat from his stomach dripped down onto her ass.
The juicy sounds of their bodies smacking against each other echoed into the air.
Jessa looked back over her shoulder as she panted. “I’m coming,” she told him.
Tyson brought his hands around her to lightly tease her nipples as he fucked her harder and deeper. “Me too,” he roared, flinging his head back as he shot off round after round of cum.
Jessa used her hips to back him up until his ass pressed against the island before she worked her hips and her pussy walls to drain his dick.
Ding-dong.
Jessa heard the bell. She didn’t stop.
Tyson took back the lead and thrust the last of his hardness into her, watching her fleshy ass vibrate with each hard thrust.
Ding-dong.
Tyson eased his dick from her and Jessa felt like he suctioned her pussy. Stumbling on shaky legs, she let her dress drop back down around her body and jerked her top up over her sweaty breasts. She looked over at Tyson as his chest expanded with each deep breath he took as he panted.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“You can clean up in the bathroom back there,” she told him, pointing to the half bath next to the pantry before she hurried to the front door.
“Yes,” Jessa snapped as she snatched the front door open.
Henry stood there and everything about his stance let her know he was angry. “I hate to interrupt the little freak show, but I thought you should know that anybody walking by can see that chump sexing you through your open blinds.”
Jessa’s eyes widened and she looked down the hall at the kitchen ... and the blinds she cracked open to watch Renee’s drama. Jessa closed her eyes in shame unable to even look at her friend. “Henry—”
Something slammed and she opened her eyes to see two oversized boxes of Pampers. She looked up at him. Again, she saw his anger and this time the hurt in his eyes.
“See, I’m the kind of man who respects you and cares about your daughter, so I brought these while Costco had them on sale. But I see you’re not into looking for that. You want somebody to help you break your promise to God to stay celibate and could care less if he ever lays eyes on your baby,” he said coldly. “Has he once picked her up? Changed her diapers? Asked how she’s doing?”
Jessa was confused by Henry’s reaction. This was more than just the embarrassment of a friend catching another friend in sticky situation.
“Henry—”
He waved his hand and turned to walk away. “I’m the fool sitting back being a gentleman while the scoundrel wins the prize he shouldn’t have gotten unless he wanted to marry you ... like I did.”
Moments later, he was reversing his pickup truck down her driveway and peeling away.
Henry wanted to marry her? What the hell?
Jessa thought about that day at the hospital when she thought she saw him and Tyson sizing each up other.
Brrrrnnnggg ...
Literally scratching her head, Jessa swung the door closed and raced down the hall to snatch up her cordless phone just as Tyson walked out the bathroom.
“Hello.” Jessa’s heart was already pounding from Tyson’s sex and Henry’s revelation.
“Jessa. Hey, this is Lincoln. How are you doing?”
She felt her entire body tense. She hadn’t really heard from him the last month, since she told him she wanted more time to decide whether to pursue the lawsuit. “Hey, Lincoln. What’s up?” she asked.
“Interesting news. You ready?”
“Go,” she demanded, watching Tyson pull the salmon from the oven before he stirred the rice.
“Both Jaime’s attorney and the Halls’ attorney have contacted me requesting that a grandparentage paternity test be done.”
Jessa’s mind felt like it was ready to explode as she smoothed her red-tipped fingers across her chin nervously. “So these motherfuck—”
She stopped herself and licked her lips. “So they are tag-teaming me?” she corrected herself, vaguely realizing premarital sex with Tyson AGAIN was a much greater sin than profanity.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure when this connection of the attorneys came about and why,” Lincoln admitted. “But I do know that there’s a court order for the paternity of the baby that has to go in before the week is up.”
Shit.
Jessa could care less about Jaime. It was the Halls that worried her—or the thought of the two of them now working together against her.
Shit.
Jessa left the kitchen and rushed up the stairs to the nursery. The nanny was napping in a chair by the crib.

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