Page 74 of Serenity

“That’s the only name that should be on your tongue right now.”

“Ohkayyyy.”

“Talk to me, Bee,” I begged, still sliding in and out of her hive of honey.

“My brother can be an asshole… Ooh.”

Freeing her hand from an ankle, she reached for the rigid pressure point between glossed pussy lips.

“No,” I grunted. “Hands to ankles.”

“Duke, please.”

“Hands to those motherfucking ankles, Bee.”

Reluctantly, she returned her hand to the outstretched ankle, permitting me to resume killing her softly.

Diving in toward the hilt, I stirred inside her honey, fighting the urge to close my eyes. One hand, then a second, groped exposed ass cheeks and lifted her bottom from the bed. With her rear cradled in hungry hands, I continued thrusting, this time swirling her lifted hips around me in a circular motion. She went wild in response, spewing vulgarities meant for my ears only.

“I missed this dick.”

“I love this dick.”

“This pussy yours.”

As I lowered her bottom, Serenity rose, bringing her lips toward mine for a kiss. Hands fell from ankles and gripped my head instead, burying me between the valley of her breasts.

“Baby—Mmh—you don’t—ooh—understand.”

“Make it transparent for me, Bee.” I slowed my strokes to a halt.

“Why’d you stop?” She whined.

Annoyance colored my features, birthing frown lines across my face and justifying why I’d ceased giving her the pleasure she craved. I didn’t like using sex to blanket issues. I’d done that shit with Mya. I didn’t want to do that shit again with her.

“Okay. The truth?” She asked, causing my expression to tighten.

“And nothing less.”

“I’m nervous about telling my family, Duke. You’re twelve years older than me, and Sincere has already been making smart remarks.”

“Yet that hasn’t stopped you from sliding onto my dick,” I clipped. “That hasn’t stopped you from laying up with me over the past few months. What is it, Serenity? Am I only good enough when we’re out of the country and between the sheets?”

I wasn’t asking her to broadcast our shit to the world. I just didn’t care to be her little secret. Wasn’t shit little about the big ass feelings I knew were growing between us.

“Time, Duke. Can you give me time?”

Palming the side of my face, she directed my eyes to connect with hers. A fucking sucker, I was. For her touch. For her eyes on me. The feel of her gentle fingers shattered my resolve.

“Please, baby.”

She extricated grace and compassion in a place I once thought dead. Her transparency was all I needed. Even if her truth brought discomfort, I craved it. Respected it. Repeating the past didn’t suit me. Progression in all things—love, life, and work was what fulfilled me.

“Aight.”

I sighed. She sighed. Our tension couldn’t be denied. The feel of gentle fingertips fractured it to bits. She brushed across my lower abs.

“We don’t have to keep going. We can stop if you want.”

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