“I like the sound of that, but I also want you to know you have the freedom and space to spend your time here doing whatever you want. You don’t have to be with me every day.”
Hendrix chuckled and lifted her hand to his lips to kiss. “Bu, I’ve gotten used to being with you every day of my life. You’re my wife. Being with you is natural to me. When I need a break and some time to myself, I’ll take it, just like I know you will.”
The cutest guffaw escaped her as she excitedly sat up in her seat and looked in his direction. “You remember when we planned our solo vacations and ended up going to the same place?”
Hendrix laughed in recollection as he nodded. “Hell yeah. Not just the same city, the same hotel too. It was fun as hell trying to avoid you.”
Her laughter was like the sweetest melody as she tightened her grip on his hand. “I know, right? But that just showed how in sync we were and how much we had in common. I was so pissed because we kept going to the same places.”
“Well, at least we got too vacations out of it that month.”
“Yeah, and after that, we planned our solo trips together to make sure we went to separate places.”
They released a soft laugh before a brief, comfortable silence filled the car.
“We had some good times, bae.”
“We did,” Hendrix agreed. “I hate that we were selfish and not the partners we needed to be, but I know everything happens for a reason.”
“I agree. Maybe we needed time apart to realize what we truly have in each other.”
“You’re right. I can admit that I’d begun to take our love for granted. It lost the magic it once had. God took my blessing because He knew I wasn’t cherishing it the way I should. But I promised Him, and I promise you, if I get you back… you’ll never have to worry about that happening again.”
“Hendrix,” she called softly, pulling her hand from his. “Every time you say stuff like that, it makes me want to buss it open for you.”
“Well, shit,” he replied, imitating Leslie Jordan as he pulled over onto the side of the road, getting an immediate laugh out of Nobu. “Buss it open for ya man, Bu.”
“I can’t with you,” she said through her giggle as he cut the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt.
“You can and you will. Come sit on my lap and ride this dick. You know it will always belong to you.”
* * *
As happy andcontent as Hendrix was while working, he was anxious to get back to Nobu. They’d discussed the problems they had within their marriage and how they could correct them going forth. He’d realized them going in different directions wasn’t the problem; them not trying to blend their lives as they grew was the problem.
Three years later, Hendrix knew he could have easily put boundaries in place with work to ensure he worked a normal set of hours and Nobu could have hired a staff to work when she couldn’t. If they worked the same hours, they would be home at the same time. That way, they wouldn’t be lacking with effort and quality time.
Hendrix had never not wanted to have children with his wife, he just didn’t see how he’d be able to be a husband, father, and still climb the ladder of success within his career. With time, maturity, and a mentor that had lost his wife because of work as well, Hendrix realized the same amount of success could be had if he worked four to eight hours a day versus eighteen.
It wasn’t the time that made Hendrix such an asset; it was his skill and ability to close deals and secure recruits. The more he rested and took time for himself, the sharper he was mentally when it came to clients and prospects. While Hendrix hated having to lose Nobu to find a better, healthier version of himself, he was praying he could keep her around so she would be able to experience this version of him.
The moment he made it to his car, Hendrix was calling Nobu to tell her she could head to the hotel. When she answered the FaceTime request, dressed in a burgundy lingerie set underneath an opened satin robe, Hendrix’s mouth watered and parted slightly.
“Damn, Bu. You look so damn good.”
She bashfully smirked. “Thank you. How did it go?” she asked, lifting her wine glass to her lips.
“It went well. Got him to sign the contract.”
“Hendrix, that’s great! How many more contracts do you have left to fill?”
“Seventeen. I have meetings lined up with thirteen potential candidates already, so hopefully I can get every position filled by the end of the year.”
“I’m confident that you will, and they are too, otherwise they wouldn’t have trusted you to do this.”
“Mhm,” he agreed, grateful for her support but too lost in her beauty to focus on much of anything else. “I’m just going to come to you. We can have a late dinner in a few hours. Take that shit off and be naked by the time I get there.”
Nobu’s head flung back as she laughed, though Hendrix was dead serious. All the sexy lingerie he’d bought her over the years never stayed on more than a few minutes before he was taking it off. Nobu’s body was beautiful, and she knew how to style herself so that whatever she wore accentuated her curves. Being a man who was stimulated by what he saw, Hendrix’s dick was almost always hard when he was around his wife. And her kisses… he couldn’t ever French kiss her without his dick hardening too.