“As hell and don’t feel bad admitting it. Your ass is addictive and I want to submerge myself in you as much as possible over the next week. Be ready.”
“For?”
“Anything. Shit, I might fold you up and tie you into a fucking pretzel. Matter fact, you got a safe word?”
“You ‘bout whips and chains?” When she took a step back like she was curious I wondered just what the hell she was into. I mean, I’d wear some leather and get some restraints with a crop if she needed that from me.
“The thought excites you?”
I could quote all them girlie ass songs cause Lyric would have us listening toDestiny’s Child,Beyoncé,Ciaraand damnRihannalike there wasn’t shit else on the radio. For her ass to be a rapper she was always heavily in her R&B era as a kid.
“No comment. But damn a safe word. Let’s try for something simple cause ain’t too much I’m worried about.” That no comment had me stuck and my dick got hard thinking about how much fun we were about to have.
“Shea.”
“Shay? Where did that come from? Please tell me that ain’t one of your old hos.”
“Call me crazy but I feel like you smell like the essence of shea butter. That rich, nourishing smell. Kinda subtle but depending on what’s added to it the scent and fragrance develops into a sensual smell. And your skin is the color of the nut it comes from.”
“That is a far more complex answer than my skin is smooth.”
I rubbed her exposed shoulder in the floral slip dress she had thrown on. Shit looked like a nightgown but I wasn’t about to complain. “It’s soft as fuck, but there’s a lot more that goes into what I say and do than some surface level shit.”
Porsha hesitated before she spoke again. “I feel like I should be running away.”
“But you not going to.”
She chuckled and looked away, but her ass stayed right where the fuck she was. “Arrogant ass.”
“Confident. And you’re too curious not to discover everything I have and am. So relax your mind, Pretty P. I got you.” I kissedher on the forehead not giving a damn who was around before leading her to the elevator. Our flights were booked and our plans set. She was mine for the week but I for damn sure was going to make it longer if possible.
CHAPTER FOUR
Run it Up
PORSHA
“PORSHA!”
“What?”
I was taking the rare moment to calm down my day and actually do the behind-the-scenes work of my business. The orders had been placed and my limited books had been opened up for the following month. Things were calm so I didn’t understand who could be hollering my name.
I’d been thinking about the week that had sealed my fate. That sounded so dramatic but that’s how it felt. TheDesperadoshad won the Super Bowl last February and that weekend was memorable for multiple reasons. The main being I’d started to get some consistent dick and tripped up and fell into asituationship. Corey was a force and that week that we linked up he had my ass doing shit that I hadn’t thought I’d enjoy the entire seven days. The sex was phenomenal but the connection had far surpassed the physical chemistry.
Or it was enhanced because of it.
We talked and he kept me captive in the place he was renting in the city for when he had business. When that week was done I didn’t want him to leave. I could tell he was feeling the same way but he followed the rules I set down between us. That shit went out the window once I was in Atlanta two weeks later, delivering a wig to the singer Yasmine. Lyric told him to look out for me while I was there, which was wild because she’d never done that before, and he hit me up for dinner. I wasn’t foolish enough to not accept the free meal and my reward was having my anklesby my ears for hours. The rules about skinny niggas having big dicks was not a lie thank the good Lord. Corey was blessed with two handfuls of dick that kept me sore and satisfied. And now it was over a year later and we’d been doing this thing ever since.
Candace, the girl who was the lead makeup artist for the shop, was standing in my doorway with her face pulled into a smile. Her energy was bright, tone excited and I needed her to take it down a notch.
“There’s a delivery out here for you.”
I frowned and folded my arms wondering why she was so giddy over a delivery. We got them several times a day.
“They can leave it near the break room. I’ll get it in a second.”
“It ain’t that kind of delivery and they said that you have to personally sign for it.”
