He could stay between Bonnie's thighs forever.

He planned on enjoying her every night, that is how much he enjoyed her. Call him a loser, his wife was weeks from having his baby, but he could not resist being with Bonnie.

"Damn Rif, slow down, down there," Bonnie moaned as she held his head in place. She was saying the words, but her actions were saying stay put, so he did.

He did not stop till she released her hold on him, laying back in the bed panting wildly. He wiped his mouth and lay in bed beside her, rubbing her rounded belly.

"Whatever you wanna do," he stated, kissing her neck. "Your first baby, maybe you're not familiar with all the positions you can do. I can teach you."

Bonnie did not need him to teach her things. She had him in positions he did not know a pregnant woman could bend her body to. She was not afraid of getting rough and being in charge. He liked that. She was not self-conscious of her belly or any extra weight, although her ass was nice and rounder and her breasts more full, she was thick in all the right places.

They went for hours, so much heat, she sweated her straight hair back to curls. He felt dehydrated, like a little punk. He was an NFL player, in peak shape, yet a sexcapade with Bonnie Walker and he needed to recover.

"I need some energy if you're going to keep me up all night." She lay resting her head on his chest, and he played in her hair. He needed to stretch, he felt like he pulled a muscle. He gently pulled her away and sat up in the bed. "Hungry?"

"For you."

He gave her a passionate kiss. Why was the woman so sexy? He thought Emma was sexy, and when he met her in college, she reminded him of Bonnie. Maybe their relationship was doomed from the start because he settled for someone less than what he wanted. 

He broke from their kiss and stood from the bed.

"I'm calling this half-time," he said, holding up his hands in a "T" formation.

"I don't speak football."

"Naw baby, that gotta change. You know your man is a baller." He moved back to her so he could kiss her again. "Love you. Let me go refuel."

He grabbed his boxers and put them on before he left the room.

Bonnie's house was extravagantly huge. He had been in many Beverly Hills homes, but she had one of those old-money mansions. He probably would need to leave a trail of breadcrumbs to find his way back. How did she keep a mostly white mansion perfect like no one lived in it? Of course, no children...yet, and plenty staff on hand. He knew she had a lot of staff that lived in the home, but he had not seen many while he was over. He hoped they did not mind seeing a nearly naked man strolling through the house.

He made it into the kitchen, turned on the lights, and opened the refrigerator, trying to see if there was something he could grab and go. He grabbed a bottle of juice for Bonnie and saw bottles of protein shakes, so he grabbed one and opened it, and drank it while he stood there in front of the fridge.

"What are you doing?" a loud voice behind him said.

He turned to see the chef, dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms, revealing tattoos over his arms and chest. His muscles rivaled his, he was a big guy. Not a typical-looking chef that's for sure, and he did not like him around Bonnie. He flexed his chest out a bit.

"Refueling," he said then finished his drink. "Bonnie drained all the fluid from my body."

He could see the big guy tense up at that, he inwardly grinned. He knew that mother fucker had his eye on his woman, who wouldn't.

"We 'bout to go another round, my lady wears me out."

"Shouldn't you be home with your wife and kids?"

"Shouldn't you be frying chicken or scrambling some eggs? Speaking of... Me and the lady of the house gonna need a big breakfast tomorrow. She said she's not hungry now, but after we go another couple rounds tonight...well, my baby and her will be hungry."

He grabbed a bowl of strawberries and then the canister of whipped cream.

"This will do for now. But aye, we would like pancakes, real maple syrup, turkey sausage, sliced banana, and more strawberries." He started to walk away. "Oh, and just deliver it up to our room bright and early...but knock first man."

Tonight he was going to make a sundae out of Bonnie and finish enjoying her.

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Go all night? Maybe he should have had more fun with girls in college before he married. He did not sow his wild oats. He thought he'd reached his sexual match with Emma. Not until being with Bonnie did he realize he missed out on plenty of freaky wild sex play. He had never been with someone that had a sexual appetite like Bonnie. Even after his refueling, they went a couple more hours before they both passed out asleep. His body ached, he wondered how she was feeling.

Well, he woke up to the woman of his dreams serving him up in her mouth. He grinned and felt like he was in heaven. Was this happening? He was with The Bonnie Walker, they just had amazing sex all night long, and now he woke up and she was giving him head without asking. He was the luckiest guy in the world.

"Babe, that feels good."

She could not talk because he was deep down her throat. He relaxed and let her continue. He wanted to savor this moment, wondering if he could have it like this for the rest of his life. He would not be mad at that. Then there was a knock on the door interrupting them.

She stopped and moved away from him.

"Who is that?" she yelled out.

"My bad, I told your cook to bring breakfast up to us." Though he hated being interrupted at that moment, before he got to release, he sat up. "That's cool right?"

"I'm just hungry for you." She smiled, reaching out to caress his naked chest.

"Come on Bon, you and the baby need to eat, okay." He kissed her forehead then got out of the bed.

He did not bother to cover himself as he flung open the door, dick still hard and swinging. The cook stood there stunned, with a cart filled with food.

"Aye, good looking out my man. We just got up and are starving."

Cory looked him up and down, he knew he was checking out his package. Maybe the dude was gay and he had nothing to worry about. Either way, long as he kept his hands off his woman he was cool with him.

Cory tried to peek into the room, but Sharif adjusted the door so that he could not see much inside the room.

"Is Ms. Bonnie okay?"

"I'm fine Cory," Bonnie shouted out to him. "Thanks for breakfast!"

"Yeah man, thanks," Sharif said, grabbing the cart. He did not have a cook, chef, whatever the man called himself at home, Emma did all the cooking. She was not a bad cook, just okay. From glancing around at the food on the cart, from fresh-made pancakes that looked like they were made at a restaurant, to the crispy-looking turkey bacon and turkey sausage, he knew that man had skills. "Everything looks good."

He pulled the cart in then closed the door in Cory's face. He did not want dude to get a peak of naked Bonnie in the bed. He pushed the cart over to the side of the bed and started uncovering some of the food.

"Where did you find a cook like that guy? He looks a little rough."

"Oh, Cory is fine. He's friends with my brother."

"Is he gay?"

"What? Cory? No! I mean, I don't think so." Bonnie sat up and grabbed a strawberry, dipping it into the freshly made whipped cream. "I mean, he was in jail for like thirteen years, maybe he did-"

"Jail? You have a convict living in your house?"

Bonnie shrugged at him. "Well, yeah, but he killed the guy in self-defense."

"He murdered someone?" he shouted, wondering why she was so nonchalant about having a criminal in her house. She was gorgeous, rich, and single living in a home with a thug. "Bonnie, I don't want you having someone like that in your house. He could hurt you or-"

"Boy look, first off, Cory is as harmless as can be. He only defended his sister. Not like he was in a gang and shooting up people in drive-bys."

"How do you know that? Bon...fire him."

Bonnie scoffed at him, ignoring what he said, and grabbed the plate of pancakes covered with sliced bananas and walnuts.

"Bonnie, did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you, but I want to know when you ran my household? You paid a bill up in here? You work since you were a kid to have this house? This ain't even up for discussion." She poured hot maple syrup over her pancakes, and he stood there watching her.

One minute they were having a great time, loving each other, sexing each other down, and now, he could not believe this woman had a convict living in her house, cooking for her, walking around half-dressed in the middle of the night.

What was he to her beside a cook that lived in her house? Was he the baby's father?

A/N: I'm trying to slowly build the relationship with Bonnie and Cory, but Sharif was just plain rude! I like Sharif...I went in with good intentions for his character.

Who is better for Bonnie? Cory, not on her level at all but they are attracted to each other. Sharif, yes he is married, but he has real feelings for Bonnie and they seem compatible.