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Here’s a bit of the new story that awaits you in The Divas Pen Yahoo Group:

 Mel and Tia by Sienna Mynx

Sleep, I need more sleep.

“I missed you. Damn baby I’m glad you’re home.” Mel’s whisper is as soft as his touch. There are two things about my man that always keeps me yearning: his deep voice, and that woodsy scent of the exotic blooms he cares for embedded in his skin. Oh yes, and my hubby’s arms. They’re strong, hard as granite. When he touches me I melt. I swear no man before or after him could ever evoke the joy and passion I feel when I’m in his arms. Tonight while wrapped up tightly in his embrace I savor the comfort of being home.

“You tired baby?” There’s a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

He knows the answer. Mel always knows how I’m feeling and what I need. Am I tired? It’s more of a statement of our life now than a question of how I’m feeling. I told him I could do it all. Be his super woman and keep my career on track. Sometimes, when my job takes me away from the life we’re building I have to wonder if it’s even worth it. Because laying here with him now is where I find some of my greatest joy.

Mel caresses my hip, and his lips brush my shoulder. To be honest I’m really tired, and if Mel didn’t welcome me home this way I don’t know if I could sleep.

It’s my first night home this week. I’ve missed him and my baby. Unexpectedly on Tuesday I learned that I needed to be in St. Louis for three days. Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day and then comes our anniversary. Despite the shady weather I made it back just before dinner. I don’t even want to think of being stranded at an airport away from my family. Mel hasn’t complained at all about my leaving so close to our anniversary. Though at times I think he and Nicole barely notice when I’m gone. Oh yes! That’s her name: Nicole Amy Reed. We named her after his baby brother Nicky. She’s the sweetest, prettiest baby on the planet.

Work is different. I find it hard to focus. But I’m managing. I’ve only been back for just over two months. It’s amazing how royally screwed up I found things at the office. I’m still doing damage control before the year-end budget rolls in and costs my division next year’s bonuses. And I still love my job. I’m so lucky to have a guy who supports me either way. Speaking of which he’s really amorous tonight and I am so tired. Should I tell him? When I yawn to give him a hint he presses his erection against my backside. I can feel his desire mounting. Hmmm, I know what that means.

“I’m okay, a little sleepy Mel. Nicky just went down. And this house was a disaster, what you did to my kitchen, oh never mind.” I yawn again, this time genuine. He isn’t a man easily discouraged. His legs shift under the covers and his right knee pushes under the crease of mine to split my legs apart as I lay on my side. His hand goes down my pelvis and cups my sex. His palm is hard and firm and it’s warmth makes me wet with desire.

“What if she wakes again?” I plead.

“I got her, you know this, sorry about the kitchen babe. Fight with me later about it. Damn place can never stay clean.” His words are coming faster, chopped and broken toward the end and I can tell he’s turned on. But I’m not done with him yet. I touch his hand to stop his molestation.

“Margie wants to help, she says you told her no?” I look back over my shoulder at him and that hungry lustful stare that greets me in those sexy green irises of his makes me weak. I have to look away to maintain my train of thought. “You should take her to Margie during the day when you’re working.”

“No. Nicky stays with me. You know this.”

Here we go again! Mel works at the store with our daughter strapped to his chest. Now that’s she’s bigger he puts her in swings and walkers around his gardens. He even cleared out a room and converted it into a nursery. I have to agree with Margie it’s too much. Still it makes him happy so I told Margie to back off and let me talk to him. My big sister frets that our daughter should be under her care like all the children born into the Jackson family. It’s not going to happen on my husband’s watch.

“Tia, c’mon, turn over and let me love you.”