B.
I walked into the house ready to bake. I promised Karim I would and I sure enough went to the store to get the stuff for it.
I made sure he knew I wasn't cooking dinner and dessert. It was one or the other and he chose dessert.
He was getting a ride home from practice with one of his friends, so I came straight home from work.
I changed into some pajama pants and a cami before coming back into the kitchen.
After I slaved in the kitchen and put the cakes in the oven I decided to take a break.
I grabbed my phone and called Jay.
"What's up, mama."
I smiled. "Nothing. You want some cake?"
"Hell yeah."
"It's in the oven. You going to come get it?"
He shrugged. "If you want me to, I will."
"You sure can."
"Where your son?"
"At practice."
"Bet, drop the location."
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I sat on the counter with my legs crossed as I watched Jay try the strawberry cheesecake.
When he smiled I know he thought it was good.
I did a little dance like I was feeling myself. "I does this."
"You got that. It's bomb."
I smiled. "Thank you."
"Here." He said feeding me some.
"Mmm." It was really good. Not to toot my own horn, but... toot toot, bitch.
"You put your foot in this."
I laughed. "Come here, you got some on your lip." I lied with a smile on my face.
"Where?"
"Right here." I said kissing him.
I won't get all carried away and throw myself at him again. I just loooove kissing.
I sucked his bottom lip and bit it causing him to groan in pleasure.
He held his hands on my lower back as I wrapped my legs around him.
His lips kissed down my jawline to my ear and down my neck where he stopped to lick and suck.
I stopped him and aggressively kissed his lips. He welcomed my tongue immediately until I heard the door open.
I quickly pushed him away from me like I was a teenager getting caught by their parents.
I had to catch my breath because that kissing session literally took my breath away.
"Mommy!?" Karim yelled.
"Kitchen." I responded just as he walked in.
He looked at me and looked at Jay. He gave him the head nod and came over to hug me. I hopped down from the counter and squeezed him tight.
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The HU$TLE {FIN}
FanfictionBeyoncé and her son meet Jay at a football game. He pressing up on her and she's feeling it. As their relationship progresses he regrets not telling her about his hustle. Is she going to be cool with it?