The Donor: When Conception Meets Deception Read Free Page B

jogs up the lecture hall steps. As he presses the handle to leave, he looks down at the folding table that he and Jenae collapsed. He grins. Yeah. It was reckless…anyone could have walked in…but damn that was hot. He drops his bag, kneels to remove his cellphone from the side pocket, and composes a quick text to Jenae:
     
    CHASE
    Babe. No need for you to make an extra stop at Juniors. Headed there now for you. Come to my place tonight if you want it. The cheesecake that is :)
    #beefcaketoo #heehee
     
    He smiles, taps send, and heads downtown to pick up a special dessert for two.

2 Bedroom.Baller
    
     
    O pen flaps on the cherrywood windows usher light into the master bedroom. A delicate wind slips between the shutters of the high arched windows. The crisp autumn breeze wisps over the three melted soy candles that are perched atop the antique birch dresser. Below the handmade Ghanaian bookshelf is a thin trail of grey ash that has flecked off of the incense holder. A faint aroma of Nag Champa, and midnight copulation, lingers in the air like the limbs of drunk lovers. Lovers whose alcohol was, and still is, the liquor of love.
    Jenae slumbers on the black silk sheets. Wind and sun caress her golden nakedness. Last night’s covers were a nuisance. The street sounds of bike pedals and pedestrians, potholes and patent leather shoes are drowned out by the shower in the master bath. Hot steam ekes from above the cracked door; two metallic squeaks silence the SWOOSH and return the room to quiet. Chase opens the door, unsheathed. He parades into the light; shower mist trails from his skin like a cotton tether. He creeps across the fluffy alpaca rug. He doesn't want to disturb her, at least not yet. He halts at the edge of the mattress…dripping. Streams of vapor snake from his head towards the ceiling. He gazes. His pupils play with her soft sable and sienna locs as she sleeps. His smile caresses her smooth shoulders, toned arms, ample thighs and bulbous bottom. But it is not her ravishing physique, nor even the memory of her explosive screams from last night's pleasure that brightens his face. It is simply...her. The totality of her being. The tingly teenage excitement that bubbles into a manly desire to touch her heart…with his own. It is the joyful noise that erupts in his soul when he ingests the very thought of her. He has no choice but to smile. Perhaps sensing her lover’s presence, she shifts position and arches her shoulders back. Her arms stretch wide with a sleepy yawn. Her eyelids squint, then flutter as she notices her buff beau’s loving stare for the first time.
    "Mmm, well look at you standing there just floppin' and drippin’,” Jenae says.
    She startles Chase from his daydream of admiration. He snatches the plush cotton bath towel from his neck and wraps it snugly around his waist. He marches to the dresser to find a pair of shorts.
    "Oh honey, I don't know why you get shy like this," she says. "It's cute but we’ve been together for over three years. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen, and felt, and tasted. Like last night in this bed, last week in the lecture hall, that weekend in—”
    "We're not going to bring up the lecture hall last week. I was so embarrassed. I mean we were in front of Dean Ganges?"
    “Oh, babe come on. You’re the one that texted me about cheesecake and beefcakelater on didn’t you?”
    “I know, I know. I think I was still a bit amped up. Didn’t have my wits about me yet.”
    “Oh, so you didn’t have your wits about you when you plopped me on that table? You regret being with me now?”
    “No, no, no. It’s just we kind of got caught by my boss you know? Most people would consider that a big deal.”
    “Chase, Octavia told me later that she was watching us for like two whole minutes before she cleared her throat. I think she enjoyed the peep show."
    "She what?" Chase freezes as he puts one leg through a pair of black boxers.
    “Oh, look at