Here is revised chapter Deceitful Secrets first chapter of my novel that will be released October 23, 2017.
The alarm goes off at 6 a.m. I hit snooze for ten more minutes. I see my husband Devin does not move. I know he heard that alarm clock going off because he just rolls over and pulls the comforter over his head. I lie here, thinking of messing with him, but change my mind. We had a gorgeous night last night of passionate lovemaking.
Besides, I can’t be late for work this morning. I have way too much to do at the office. I roll over and look at the clock; it seems like time is just standing still, for its only 6:05 a.m. So, I guess I will just get up. I reach over to turn the snooze off and get out of bed. I could leave it on. Maybe then Devin will be forced to get his tail out of bed.
I walk into our huge master bathroom, which any woman could live in for days, with a separate Jacuzzi tub equipped with the best vibrating, relaxing, high power turbo jets one could dream of. Let’s not forget the shower with not one but two shower heads facing opposite walls. You can just stand there and let the hot water hit your body in all the right spots. I look back towards the bed; no movement from my husband. I gave it to him so good last night that I knocked him right out. I pat myself on the back with big smile for a job well done. I am going to have to tell him about this powerful knock-out sex when he wakes up. I wash my hands before I get into my morning routine of brushing my teeth and washing my caramel face.
Afterwards, I reach over to turn the shower on; still no Devin. He doesn’t even moan with the shower going. Usually when I turn the water on, he comes right in to join me in the shower. This man cannot still be that sound asleep. So I shower and take my time, hoping that Devin will wake up to the running water and join me. Hell, I’ve been in here for fifteen minutes and my husband does not make his way out of that bed. I reach over to turn the shower off and wrap myself in towel. I walk out of the master bathroom only to see Devin still asleep.
This man is so sexy while he sleeps that it makes you want to run over and mount him like the sexy stallion he is. I mean, he is light-skinned, with a goatee and six-pack abs, standing 6’4 with that fine baby hair every woman desires. He is built right in all the right places. I think to myself, Damn, I did good. But I got to stop before I make myself late and him too. Lord have mercy on my mind this morning, but thank you for my husband. I do feel blessed to have him and will do everything to keep him.
I call out his name and he just moans something I cannot make out; it sounds foreign to me. Devin rolls over to face me with that I don’t want to get out of bed look.
I say, “Get up, you will be late again.”
“I feel like playing hooky this morning, Taylor, and you should join me. You look sexy as hell in that towel, standing there dripping wet.” Devin smiles and blinks his eyes to focus more on my naked body.
So, I do what most women would in this situation so early in the morning: I drop my towel and smile at him so he can get out of the bed.
Devin raises up then pulls the comforter back for me to join him.
I shake my head, saying no. “I need you to get out of bed to get ready for work. You will make us both late and I got way too much to do.”
Devin, being his sexy self, motions me to look at his completely naked body as he removes the sheets and lets me know his entire body is fully awake now.
Then he gives me that look, that he not taking no for an answer look and removes the comforter from the bed. The man stands up, completely naked, as his tool of reasoning. How can I resist this man’s body and all its glory this early in the morning? Lord help me and give me strength for what is about to come to the surface. His caramel body has a sexy glow, along with his cut-up six pack, gun-packing arms, and legs that define him like a God. Lord help me, this man is going to make me late for work again.
I smile at him, knowing what is about to go down at 6:30 a.m. on a Monday morning. I shake my head no while giggling like a school girl. I am always memorized by my husband’s gorgeous physique. Oh, let’s not forget his picture-perfect smile that hypnotizes you for days. I start backing up to the bathroom, slowly waving my hands at Devin to stop him from coming towards me. He just laughs at my commands as he continues walking towards me, standing at a heavenly 6’4 and 220 pounds of pure ecstasy.
Devin knows his bedroom eyes and smile gets me into trouble every time. I made the mistake of locking eyes and now I find myself on the wall of our eloquent shower. Devin aligns his body with mine, allowing me to feel the hardness of his manhood. He whispers in my ear, “I just need a sweet treat this morning…You, baby…Let me taste you.”
“You are so greedy, Devin Jackson, but I do love you. You better not make me late for work this morning.”
“I can have you when I want to, you are my wife. Now be quiet and let me give you what your body is calling for me to do.” I tilt my head back, as Devin has me positioned in a unique stance that has my entire body moaning. His manhood has entered me and I can feel each stroke as he lifts me up in the perfect angle for the morning ride of a lifetime. He moves closer to the shower head and turns it on to allow the hot water to hit our bodies as he lifts and strokes me in a hypnotic rotation that makes me moan and scream. He knows when I am about to reach my peak, so his strokes become faster and harder.
The best morning treat a man could get from his wife. He smiles as we both reach our ultimate climax. He reaches for the bathe sponge to wash my back and body while I allow the hot water to fall upon us. Afterwards, Devin watches all 5’3 of my wet body walk out of the shower into the bedroom while he finishes taking his shower. I look over at the clock and it’s 7 a.m. I say to myself, Good I don’t have to rush. For the first time, we only did it for twenty minutes.
Usually it’s a good forty-five minutes to an hour of hot sex that makes you fall asleep. You know, that good sex that knocks you out. I turn around to see Devin showering away and I just smile at him. “Now I can get dressed for work and make us some breakfast so we both can be on time for work today,” I say.
He can be loud at times, forgetting we do have neighbors. He yells from the shower, “You’re a boss, so why do you worry about stuff like that, baby?”
“You know I don’t like being late, Devin. I must set an example for my staff. I can’t keep preaching to them about being on time if I am always late.”
“Woman, are you complaining that you got some loving this morning?”
“No, I am not complaining at all. Our sex life is amazing and I love you to pieces for it.”
Devin pokes his head out the shower only to tell me that he loves me right back. He is too cute at times. It’s funny how different he and his brother Kelly are. I don’t know why Kelly just popped into my head. Who knows, he must be talking about me. At least, that’s what my grandma used to say when you thought of someone out of the blue.
I walk into our master closet to get dressed while Devin finally steps out of the shower. I bet he ran through all the hot water. He always does; that’s why I never get in the shower after him. My shower would be cold.
Devin wraps a white towel around his waist and tiptoes into the closet behind me, only to startle me. Sometimes, I think I married a big kid instead of a grown man. Devin laughs at me then spanks me on the butt. Walking over to his side of the closet, I can feel him looking back at me, so I just smile. He looks at me with that smile only to say, “You up for round 3?”
“Rain check, baby, we will get it in tonight,” I say as I snap on a black bra that matches my lace silk panties.
“Ok, you know, we should play hooky today and both be home sick. Stay home, have lots of sex, eat, snack, sex, sleep, and eat again. You know I love waking you up out your sleep.”
“Devin Jackson, we are not skipping work today.”
We did that our first two years of marriage and I think my boss caught on to my sick days in the middle of the week.
“Hell, woman, we been married for three years. You act like we your parents. We are not like your parents, only having sexual relations on special occasions. Your mama is wrong for that.”
“Devin, stop that foolish nonsense coming out your mouth. You don’t know how many times my parents had sex.”
“Stop that, it’s disgusting…”
“You’re talking about my parent’s sex life!”
“Taylor Louise Jackson, that is how you got here. Hell, that’s how we both got here… it was not a wish and that little lie about a bird some parents told their kids was more than a white lie… Hell, that was just a cruel ass lie to tell your kids.”
“What the hell does that have to do with my mom and dad?”
“My bad, but your pops had sex for sure with your mom at least three times.”
“What, Devin? Shut up!”
“I know this for a fact.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do too… They got three kids, right?” I roll my eyes at Devin and he laughs, then we both find ourselves laughing at his crazy sense of humor.