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“Hmm…I don’t think so. Though I would love to get a four-leaf clover tattooed on the inside of my ankle, I’m twenty-six, and my parents would have a fit if I went through with it.”

“Virgin skin, huh?” He pursed his lips. “Let me know when you want me to pop your cherry.” He followed up with no humor in his voice. “In the meantime, let’s turn up. We got another song to do.”

“Oh?” I sang. “We?”

He gestured toward the kiosk which displayed a list of upcoming singers and their song choices.

“Durk, what do you know about B2K?” I quizzed.

“I know you better get on your J-Boog tip. It’s almost showtime, baby. I will not carry this group all night.”

Until close to 2:00 a.m., Durk kept me fed, quenched, and entertained. By the time we staggered out of the club, we held onto each other like old lovers.

“I haven’t been out in ages,” I admitted. “This was fun.”

Durk’s large hands drifted from my waist to resting on my hips.

“The night doesn't have to end here.”

“Are you trying to take me home?”

“I’m trying to do more if you’re with it.”

I patted the center of his chest. “You’re cute, but you aren’tthatcute.”

His broad shoulders bounced like my rejection meant nothing to him. “Mama always told me a closed mouth goes hungry.”

“I mean, you opened yours, and you still got nothing.”

“Nah, I’m leaving here with something.”

Without warning, Durk’s fingers escorted my chin to the sky, yet his lips met mine before my vision could latch onto the stars.

“You scared now, Lucky?”

“Do I look scared?”

“I don’t know what you look like when you’re scared.” He traced a fresh toothpick across his bottom lip. “Hell, I’m trying to figure out what you look like when you’re scared, happy, and busting a nut.”

“Not tonight you won’t.”

Karlie called my name, interrupting our exchange. “Let’s go, girl. Bid your friend goodnight.”

I cackled as I walked backward to my group, clenching his jacket around my shoulders.

“Good night, Durk.”

“I’ll see you around, Lucky.”

Durk

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“Yeah! Throw that shit back!”

“Ah, yes! Just like that, Durk! Stick that big dick in my pink pussy, baby!”

I had Barbara bent over a tattoo chair in my shop, screaming like she was about to ascend to heaven. The music beating through Eshu’s Ink competed with her praise, but her voice carried. She threw her long, salt and pepper tresses over her shoulder then clenched her walls around my dick.

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