Page 59 of Made to Love Ya

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Page 59 of Made to Love Ya

“See that’s that shit right there. I put a lot into this meal. I feel like you’re using me now for my body. You’re not appreciating what I do for you.”

She laughed at my mock whiny role and shoved me on the shoulder.

“Okay. I’ll finish the meal and even eat dessert. But I want to be hooked up tonight, sir. However you do it, I need you to get me off.”

“Nope,” I replied with a firm and fast shake of my head. “You’re no longer using me for my body. You’re gonna respect my intelligence. Thinking you ’bout to jump on this dick every chance you get and not respect me for my talent and skills. I feel so used.”

She giggled so hard that tears streamed from her eyes. I had to pat her back when she started choking.

“Damn, girl. You good?”

“No. You’re so damn silly, Zae.”

I smirked and kissed her temple. “You make me that way.”

“Sounds like I’m having a good impact on you then, huh?”

“Definitely that.”

“Think I can be rewarded with some of that Prime Grade A beef?”

Talia stretched her hand forth and cupped my dick through my jeans. I gripped her wrist, bucked my eyes, and my jaw dropped. With a gasp, I looked at a park ranger passing by. “Hey, Mr. Officer! I’m being assaulted,” I called out.

He smirked and shook his head as Talia covered her mouth and shrieked. “Zae! Oh my God.”

“Mr. Officer, you ain’t gonna help a brother out?”

He tipped his hat at me, and I stood up. I shrugged my shoulders with my arms outstretched. “Oh, it’s cool when they do it, it’s a problem when I do it,” I quoted Finesse2tymes lyrics to “Back End.”

The ranger kept walking and Talia kept laughing. That’s all I wanted, to make my girl’s day a little better one day at a time. I lived to put that smile on her face.

TALIA

“How are you feeling over there?”

“I’m good, baby. Mmm, yes. Just like that. Oh, God.”

“Damn, you keep moaning like that and I’m ’bout to get jealous of Nicole’s fingers and kick her ass up outta here.”

“Don’t be jealous, baby. Her fingers feel damn good, but they don’t have anything on how you make my body feel.”

“I can’t tell. Shit, I don’t ever remember having you moan the way you’ve been moaning the last twenty minutes over there.”

“No, baby. That’s different.”

“How? Because you be screaming my name and hollering you’re about to have a heart attack when I’m all up in them guts and shit?”

“Izael!”

Embarrassment warmed my insides as our masseuses giggled so hard. Their asses weren’t slick. I bet they were probably wishing he was making them scream like that, especially his masseuse. She was giggling a little too hard for my liking, and his comment wasn’t that funny.

I smirked and turned my head away in the opposite direction as my masseuse moved down the backs of my thighs. It didn’t matter. He was my man, and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it, except be green with envy.

Izael and I planned a joint date night tonight. We were doing one thing that he wanted to do, and one thing that I wanted to do. It had been my suggestion for us to have a couples’ massage at Spa Estime. My man had been stressed lately, and while I didn’t know the specifics, I knew that it had something to do with a new business venture he was involved in. It was related to some luxury apartments that were being built.

I needed him to relax so that he could be on his best at all times in his business. My man was a beast in the streets. Although Izael and Tahj had done some lightweight hustling and were wild a few years, they had both gone legit. Izael was a true hustler in the business world with all his growing investments. I was determined to have his back while he built his empire, even if it included something minor like a full body massage.

Izael balked when I insisted on paying. He wanted to spoil me and pay for everything, but I pointed out this part of the date was my plan. We argued about it for a few seconds, until the receptionist and another masseuse who happened to be walking by teamed up with me. Outnumbered three to one, he backed down, stating he could never win an argument against three women. The receptionist had firmly replied with a smirk and, “Glad you know.”


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