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     Table of Contents  Title Page  Copyright Page Chapter One - Isaiah Lawton Chapter Two - Kerry Paxton Chapter Three - Janelle Peoples Chapter Four - Janiece Lawton Chapter Five - Janelle Chapter Six - Janiece Chapter Seven - K.P. Chapter Eight - Janiece Chapter Nine - Janelle Chapter Ten - K.P. Chapter Eleven - Janiece Chapter Twelve - Janiece Chapter Thirteen - K.P. Chapter Fourteen - Janiece Chapter Fifteen - Janelle Chapter Sixteen - Janiece Chapter Seventeen - Janiece Chapter Eighteen - Janiece Chapter Nineteen - Janiece Chapter Twenty - K.P. Chapter Twenty-one - Janiece Chapter Twenty-two - Janiece Chapter Twenty-three - Janelle Chapter Twenty-four - Janiece Chapter Twenty-five - Iyeshia Chapter Twenty-six - Isaiah Chapter Twenty-seven - Janiece Chapter Twenty-eight - Isaiah Chapter Twenty-nine - Janelle Chapter Thirty - Janiece Chapter Thirty-one - Janelle Chapter Thirty-two - Janiece Chapter Thirty-three - Janiece Chapter Thirty-four - Janiece Chapter Thirty-five - Janiece Chapter Thirty-six - Isaiah Chapter Thirty-seven - Kerry Chapter Thirty-eight - Janelle Chapter Thirty-nine - Janiece Chapter Forty - Janiece    Chapter One  Isaiah Lawton  He walked into the kitchen with the last box he had retrieved from his SUV to see Janiece tearing away paper from the glass dish she had in her hand. They were all moved into their new home, and he could not have been happier that day. Two years had zoomed by, and he was madly in love with his wife.  “Hey, you.” Janiece noticed that he had entered the room.  “Hey, beautiful,” he said, putting the box down. He hurried over to plant a soft kiss on Janiece’s lips, and she gave him that smile he was always happy to see.  “Is that the last one?” she asked, nodding her head toward the box he had put down.  “Yes, that is it, and I can tell you that we will be here until we grow old and die. Moving fuckin’ sucks,” Isaiah said, looking around. They had a lot of work ahead of them, and he was certainly not up for it.  “Well, I spent my day separating and putting boxes in the right room, so it’s a bit organized, at least. Doesn’t resemble yesterday after the movers left.”  “No, it’s not as horrible as yesterday, but we still got a lot of unpacking,” he added.  “True indeed, so go grab a drink and put on some good music, because it’s time to work, baby,” she ordered.  “I know we got a lot to tackle, but yo’ man thinks we should take a little break. We’ve been moving for the last couple of days, and I’d like you to go upstairs and bust open one of your wardrobe boxes to find a sexy dress to wear, and we shower, dress, and go out for a nice dinner. These boxes and shit can wait. We need a decent meal, baby,” he suggested.  “Babe, no, you know we need to tackle this house. Besides, going through boxes to find a dress, shoes, perfume, and even my makeup sounds exhausting. We can order in, make cocktails, blast our favorite music, and tackle all of these damn boxes,” she countered.  “Come on, baby,” he insisted as he walked over to her. He then embraced her from behind, pulling her in as close as possible. He planted a gentle kiss on her ear and then continued to persuade her. “Jai, baby, you are not going to deny me tonight. You know you can come up with something fabulous. I wanna take you out. I don’t want to order takeout. We’ve been doing that for the last month since we started packing, so please, baby, don’t make me beg, because you know damn well I will,” he said with hopes that she’d oblige.  “Fine, okay, okay, Isaiah, damn. I’ll go up and find something to put on, and you’d better not complain about how long it takes me to get ready,” she said, turning to him. The smile she wore was confirmation that she was just as welcoming of the break as he was. He gave her a quick kiss before allowing her to leave the kitchen. She headed for the steps, and he was two steps behind her. He followed her into their master and then into their walk-in closet. She went for a labeled dress box, and he watched her quickly open it. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor with a smile.  “Damn, I didn’t know you’d come up in this closet and start undressing in front of me like that,” she said.  “Oh, well, I only have a couple of boxes of clothes, so it won’t take me forever to find something to wear, so I figured I’d shower while you figured it all out,” he said, undoing his jeans.  “Again, you got me thinking about something other than food,” she said, watching him remove his jeans.  “Well, we can take this moment to christen our closet and then dress for dinner,” he said teasingly. It didn’t take a lot of convincing. She immediately started to undress. Nipples were erect. A look of desire in her eyes for him gave him a stiff dick.  She moved closer to him. “That idea sounds really nice,” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately as he moved his fingers to her core. He began to rub and play around in her center to get her tunnel super wet for his pleasurable thrusting. After a few moments of tongue and finger dancing, she pulled back. When she went into a squat, he knew what she was about to do, and he prayed that the day’s events wouldn’t cause her to pause. Not that he had done a lot of physical work other than the last six or seven boxes, but he