Page 2 of Heartless

Onyx smiles at her and tilts his head to the side. He’s listening intently to what she says, but that head tilt is his sure sign that he’s checked out. I know that move all too well. I’ve watched the number of times he’s used that move on everyone from his parents to friends to strangers. He’s even used it on me a few times.

The woman’s wearing a low-cut, black dress, and she leans a little closer to give him a peek at her breasts.

He doesn’t look down, and a small smile of triumph tilts my lips.

SZA’sWeekendis playing softly in the background over the low din of conversation as I weave my way through the tables to the bar. The lights are dim, and the sweet fragrance of cigar smoke as well as the fruity aroma of hookah smoke fills the air.

I run my hands down the sleek fit of my satin, wine-colored dress and glance in the mirror quickly, checking my lipstick and hair. I walk up behind Onyx, wrap my arms around his waist, and then slip between him and the woman.

Tipping up on my toes, I press my lips against his, smiling when he gives me a little tongue. With my arms still wrapped around his waist, I pull back and stare up into his gorgeous golden eyes. My husband’s arousal jerks against my thigh.

“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” I ask, smirking at him.

“Nice game, sis. I ain’t mad atcha,” the woman says, walking away.

Onyx grips a handful of my ass and squeezes. “You’re always right there to save me.”

“What about when I’m not?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.

“You’re there in spirit. I feel you,” he says, leaning down and kissing my lips again.

“What happened to our drinks that you were supposed to be ordering?” I ask, looking down the bar where the bartender is busy making drinks.

“Still waiting,” he says, lifting me up and setting me on the stool beside his stool.

“I’m thinking about taking you home and teaching you a thing or two.”

Onyx spreads my legs. Not for the first time, I’m amazed at how confident and beautiful I feel when I’m with my husband. It’s like that shy, unsure girl takes a back seat and allows her inner diva to come out.

The way that Onyx has loved me through the years makes me feel powerful.

“What do you want to teach me?” he asks, bending and licking my lips as his powerful hands grip my thighs.

“How to turn that charm down and dial back that sexiness of yours when you’re out in public.”

Chuckling, he kisses me under my jaw and then whispers, “Do you really want me to do that?” just as the bartender returns with our drinks.

“Thank you,” he says to the bartender before turning his attention back to me.

“No, I don’t think I do,” I say, grinning at him and looping my arms around his shoulders.

“I’ll let you take me home and let you have your way with me, though,” he teases.

I laugh and turn to glance at our table. I see Mak, Shep, Kaia, and Chris all staring at us.

“Guess we’d better tell everyone goodbye, then,” I say, hopping off the stool.

“Or should we?”

“Onyx,” I say in a warning tone as I grab his hand and tug him behind me.

We walk through the crowd and back to our table.

“Well damn, that was bold, but I love it,” Mak says when we sit down.

“You know, I always thought that if a woman did that, she’d come across as insecure,” Kaia says. “But there’s nothing insecure about you at all.”

“Damn right. Just need the women to know who he belongs to.”

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