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“Mmm! Fucccck!” I yelled. My fucking voice quivered.

Vibrated as that vicious orgasm whirled through my entire body.

Who could do that?

Saint muthafuckin’ Baptiste could.

Saint muthafuckin’ Baptiste could do a lot.

He was a magician, remember? Saint muthafuckin’ Baptiste the got damn magician.

He made me—every part of me—do unimaginable things.

Falling in love, after vowing to never fall in love again, was one.

He pulled back on the aggression with a subtle kiss to my clit, as I began to come down from the greatest orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life. He loosened his grip and gently kissed back and forth between my inner thighs. Once my breathing steadied, I opened my eyes to look down at him. He was between my legs, eyes closed, resting against my thigh, with the same hold on me as before. Tighter. In a way that said he didn’t want to let go.

There was something in the air. It wasn’t tension. It was lighter. However, it held a bit of weight. The kind that made your entire body fill with warmth. I could call it love. I was delulu but there were limits to how delulu I was. Saint Baptiste couldn’t love me. Not just because he was Saint Baptiste but because I was Naoki. I wasn’t the woman men fell in love with. I was the woman they went to when they wanted to have a good time. They fell in love with what I gave them. The sweet, slippery good shit between my legs.

I sucked in a gust of air, and he lifted his head. Those eyes met mine and I tried to look away before he did that thing. Before he could still more pieces of me.

But I couldn’t.

His eyes didn’t hold me prisoner like they always did. I couldn’t look away because of it. That something that lingered in the air. It was in his eyes, too. I tried to look away again. But shit, I couldn’t. I wanted to run so got damn bad, but... I was stuck.

We all but set Pandora’s ablaze just to end up here. Stealing pieces of one another., exchanging wordless, forbidden love you’s. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Who else could give me this? Who else could give me fireworks? No fucking body.

Saint placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh that traveled up the rest of my body. When his lips finally touched mine, we both exhaled, catching each other’s breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he gripped the back of my thigh, bending my leg. Our eyes met again and… those wordless I love you’s screamed at me. The words were at the tip of my tongue. Wondered if they dangled off the edge of his too.

It was the liquor.

Had to be the liquor. He couldn’t love me, right? I imagining, wasn’t I. I was tripping. Had to be.But my God if he didn’t, what was it? When I called him a magician, I didn’t tell a lie. It was in his touch. It was in his kisses. He with oozed it. He… made me glow. Every inch of me. From the inside out. That was the simplest way to describe what it was that I felt when he touched me. I felt everything. The tiny creases in the prints on the pads of his rough hands as they glid across my skin with skill. The beating of his racing heart as his chest pressed against mine. The hunger he bit back through every unrushed kiss we shared. Tonight especially.

He was fucking magic.

CHAPTER 2

SAINT

“Stop looking at me like that,” Naoki slurred, squirming away from my touch. If the circumstances were different, she would have pushed me away and said something sarcastic, in an effort to put that weak ass wall back up.

Tightening my grip around her waist, I kissed the dainty red bow sitting on her waist bone. “Like what?” I asked before looking back up at her.

There was nothing different about the way I looked at her. It was the same as any other day. Completely. She didn’t like it because she didn’t like to be seen. She appreciated attention but not the kind I gave her. She would rather I looked at her the same way everyone else did. But I couldn’t because when they looked at her, they could only see what was on the surface. When I looked at her, I saw the beauty underneath.

“Like that,” She whined, steady trying to avoid my eyes.

I lightly gripped her jaw to turn her head my way. “Like what, Oki?”

“Like you can see me. All of me. Through me,” she mumbled before biting down on her bottom lip in a way that made me want to literally devour her ass.

She had me outside of my muthafuckin’ body. And the shit that happened tonight attested to just how much.

Tonight went completely wrong. I knew that once she truly opened Pandora’s box and got a glimpse of what went on inside, she would do exactly what she did; call me with those pretty brown eyes. And when she called, I was supposed to answer. I was supposed to force her on her knees, not Blondie. Naoki wasn’t supposed to be in the audience. She was supposed to be a part of the show.

However, that changed as I stood at the bar watching her work the room the way only she could work a room. The shit she said over the phone had a chance to marinate. The longer I stood there watching her, the longer it sat in, the more the plan began to change. Naoki told me she hated me. Threatened to give what was mine to other niggas. Basically called me a bitch. It was as if she knew just what to say and how to say it to get deep enough under my skin. She talked to me as if she knew she could get away with it. As if she knew what type of power she had over me. So, when she called me with her eyes, I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t save her. Instead, I had to teach her a lesson.

I needed Naoki to know that regardless of how much power she thought she had over me.... she didn’t have any at all. Yeah, I let her get away with shit, but I needed her to know that when it came to whatever this shit was between us... she was the puppet, and I was the puppeteer. But I was wrong. I didn’t realize how wrong until that change of plans backfired on me. Naoki was right to think she had power. Because... she did. I couldn’t get her off my fuckin’ mind. With Blondie’s lips around my dick, all I could think about was her ass. The only reason my dick got hard was because she was close. The minute she walked off, what I do? Push shorty up off me. She had it. The ball was in her court. And I hated that shit.

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