Days of Desire by India T. Norfleet

Author:India T. Norfleet [Norfleet, India T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: India T. Norfleet
Published: 2014-03-10T23:00:00+00:00

Happy Anniversary

“Hey baby.” Cameron said to his wife as he walked into their bedroom.

“Hi,” was his wife’s dry reply as she stood in front of her panty drawer.

“What’s wrong with you?” A confused Cameron asked as he removed his watch from his wrist.

Sucking her teeth she said, “You know what’s wrong.”

“If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn’t have asked.” Cameron said irritably.

“Just forget it.” Chanel walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Cameron grinned as he sat down on the bed and turned on the 60 inch plasma television.

An hour later, Chanel came out of the bathroom in a tight, black dress that flirted with her knees and a pair of black Jimmy Choos gracing her perfectly, pedicured feet. Her usually straight, dark brown hair was now pinned up in a mass of spiral curls and her barely there make up was flawless. Chanel looked like an international cover model; her husband definitely took notice.

“Where are you going?” Cameron asked as the remote slipped from his hand onto the bed.

“Out!”

“Out?”

“Yes, out!”

“With who?”

“With Ja’nice.”

“Where y’all going?”

“Don’t know yet.” Chanel grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

“Chanel, you ain’t leaving until you tell me where you’re going.” Cameron notified her as he quickly rose from the side of the bed and stood in front of the door, blocking her exit.

“Cameron, my daddy’s name is Jeremiah. And the last time I checked, I was a grown ass woman. So get the hell outta my way.” Chanel snapped, attempting to shove her 6’8” husband from the doorframe.

“Well, your grown ass ain’t leaving this house until you tell me where y’all going.”

Cameron couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful wife with all of her dangerous curves as his gaze traveled the length of her body. He was as hard as a concrete slab and her bad attitude did nothing but turn him on.

“Cameron, move.”

“No.”

“Oh my god! If I tell you where I’m going, will you move?”

“Are you wearing that tight ass dress?” Cameron inquired as his eyes continued to roam Chanel’s body. “Yes, I am.” Chanel answered with plenty of attitude as she placed her hand on her hip.

“Then I’m not moving.” Cameron folded his chiseled arms over his massive chest.

“Fine, don’t move.” She turned around and walked over to their dresser.

When Cameron finally moved back toward the bed, Chanel took off running as fast as she could to the door. She was almost through the door when Cameron caught her by the arm, picked her up and carried her over to the bed.

“Cameron put me down. You’re going to make me late. Let me go!” Chanel yelled.

Cameron ignored his wife as he sat down on their bed with her in his lap. He held her arms still as she tried to wiggle free. In the meantime, her maneuvers to escape made Cameron horny as hell, especially when he witnessed how high Chanel’s dress had rode up her thick thighs.

“Chanel?” Cameron whispered.

“What?”

“You feel that?” Cameron asked while unzipping the back of her dress.

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