His hands were already tracing the softness of her thighs, thumbs brushing slow under the curve where leather met skin.
Nuri didn’t answer right away. She turned around to straddle him completely, face-to-face now. That lace top barely separating his chest from her hunger. Her lips brushed his.
"That's a big word with an even deeper meaning, but if you're referencing my body," Nuri paused, turned around, and kissed him slowly. "I trust the escape your mouth has to offer, and the ride this dick is begging to take me on."
Silas wanted to fuck her right then and there, but the shit he wanted to do to her body was going to require more space and privacy. He tapped her ass again, lower this time, and kissed her again.
Nuri didn’t hesitate when he asked. She just gave him that look—the one that had already pulled him under—and nodded like she’d been waiting for him to take control. Silas pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed a quick text to Memphis.
I’m out. Hit you tomorrow.
Memphis: A’ight
Memphis knew the code. Next, he tapped out a second text to Twan, his security on duty.
She ridin’ wit’ me. Drop her car at my spot once we leave. Keys on the table.
Twan: I gotcha
They left the private room and walked through the dimly lit hallway, and made their way out through the VIP-only exit. Silas stayed a step ahead, hand slightly extended behind him—not to lead, but to guard. Even when he was inebriated, he was still aprotector by design. He kept her close—his hand brushing low on her back as they walked, not for possession, but protection. A quiet act that said,I see you. I got you. You’re good with me.
Silasclocked the scene out of habit. Checked every corner, every car, every shadow. He moved around to the passenger side of hisPurosangueand opened the door. No rush. Just smooth movements that spoke volumes. Nuri slid into the seat like she’d always belonged there—legs crossed, perfume lingering in the air making Silas want her even more.
His hand went straight to her thigh. Grip soft. Pressure heavy.
She looked at him once, he looked back, and in that shared look? Everything was understood.
One Hour Later…
Silas had scanned his card and entered into Lakeside Estates. It was the kind of neighborhood people flexed in captions but couldn’t afford in real life. Grand. Gated. Guarded. This wasn’t regular money. This was established wealth. Nuri didn’t say a word, but her eyes told the truth. She peeped every manicured lawn. Every custom home with driveway lights glowing like runway strips. Every piece of perfection that lined the curb like it wasn’t nothing. Still… nothing had her ready for the house he pulled up to. The deeper they drove, the bigger the houses got—wide stone estates with winding driveways and manicured lawns that looked like they’d never seen a weed in their life. Pools in the back. Imported cars in the front. Lights glowing from the ground up like every inch was curated to show off.
“It’s beautiful out here,” Nuri said, suppressing all the questions she wanted to ask because she knew a man didn’t move this quietly, and live this lavish unless he had layers. There was one thing, she had no other choice but to recognize…Silas had depth she hadn’t even scratched yet. When they finally pulled into his driveway, the house was…something else.
This wasn’t professor money. This wasn’t staff parking and lecture hours. This was quiet power. This wascontrol. Three stories. Black brick. Tall glass windows that reflected the night back at you. The kind of house you only saw once and never forgot.
They slid into the garage. He killed the engine, and didn’t speak right away. Just looked at Nuri for a second—eyes unreadable, lips pulled in a smirk that made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“You ready to enter my world?” Silas shifted to face her, and locked eyes with her soul.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” Nuri replied, matching his energy.
Without another word, Silas got out, then circled around to open the door for Nuri. As they walked into his home, the lights were already dimly lit, and the mix of patchouli and jasmine wafted through the air. The combination evoked a sense of luxury, mystery, and a touch of earthy warmth.
“Your home is breathtaking, and it’s the perfect mix of masculine and feminine,” Nuri observed and complimented. “Let me guess, you have a housekeeper.”
Silas chuckled. “Damn right. She comes here three times a week. I got a personal chef too.”
“Must be nice Pro-”
“Silas… We a long way from the University,” Silas corrected her, grabbing his remote that instantly paired with the surround sound. Jodeci’sU And Iinstantly filled the space around them, and the same chemistry from the club rested on them again.
“Come here,” Silas commanded, inviting her back into his space.
Nuri obliged, closing the space between them.
Their lips were like magnets, melting into each other as soon as they connected. “Follow me,” he told her, leading the way to the master bedroom.
Nuri trailed him closely, anticipating the next scene they’d create. As they stepped over the threshold, Nuri’s mind and body sprang into action, by first removing her shoes. Next, she unbuttoned her pants, but was stopped abruptly by Silas’ hands that rested on top of hers.
