Chapter Nineteen
RENA
I lit the candles on the table and poured two glasses of white wine. Turning the music on low to light old jazz, I tossed the trash away and waited for Sante to arrive home. It was going on seven, and he was coming from his parents’ home. Since we’d been back, I’d worked nonstop on my designs, and he’d been setting up the trucking company. My eyes gazed up as he shut the door behind him, and I smirked as he removed his jacket, marched toward me, and wrapped an arm around my waist.
“How was your day?”
“I missed you.” He nipped at my collarbone.
“I see. Can we eat first?”
Slap!
I raised to my feet after he slapped me on the a*s and slipped my tongue in his mouth, moaning at the sensation of his hands kneading my a*s.
“Eat first.”
“Did you get your work done?”
