Page 44 of Real's Love

He dropped his voice, then licked his lips. She shook her head, smiling.

"Ay, keep fucking with me, nigga," I threatened.

He flipped me off before making his exit. My attention turned again to the beauty resting in front of me. I touched her hair playfully.

“You good on dinner?” I asked.

Glancing up at me, she nodded. She surprised me by moving and straddling my lap. Her arms went around my neck, and she rested her head against me.

“Dinner was amazing. I hope you pay her well,” she murmured.

“Shiii. You gon’ run Moira her money or else. She a whole hitta out here,”

Ev laughed softly before leaning back, hands on my thighs, doing some kind of sensual little swirl with her hips. My hands went to her waist as she rocked back and forth.

"You know," she said, "you had dessert, but I didn't."

I let my grip slide down to her thighs. Grasping them gently, I enjoyed her body’s motions.

"You want that?" I asked.

She repositioned herself, arms back around my neck, face against my shoulder.

"I'd like that a lot."

I tapped her leg and gestured for her to stand. Ev lifted herself gracefully from my lap and waited for me. I led her to the elevator, ready to get her in the shower and watch her climb on top of me under the skylight above my bed. I wanted to see her, sweat slick, breasts bouncing, hips undulating, in the glow of the moon. She settled into a corner of the elevator, and I followed her, ready to be inside her space, ready to be insideher. Her hands rested on my chest, and she smiled up at me coyly.

"After this dessert, you should really re-consider taking me home," she coaxed.

Her words had me letting the elevator take us all the way to the bottom floor, my plans temporarily pushed to the side as I worked to hold on to my sudden anger. When the elevator opened and we stepped out, I led her the short distance to the kitchen. As she looked around, I opened the refrigerator, looking for whatever dessert Moira would have left. She looked surprised when I set the caramel cheesecake on the counter.

“While this looks delicious, you know it ain’t what I meant. You're brilliant, Real. I know you knew exactly what I was saying," she snapped, her pretty face tight with irritation.

I didn't say anything as I pulled out a knife, forks, and a couple of dessert plates. That annoyed her, and she had the nerve to walk up on me. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as I set everything on the counter. Shorty was right up on my back, like I was supposed to be scared. I turned on her, smiling at her screwed-up visage.

"It's not funny, Montréal!"

I crossed my arms over my chest, maintaining my silence. Only when she huffed out a breath and started to turn did I grab her arm and speak.

"I'm supposed to understand that you meant what you said, but you ain't gotta give me the same consideration? I meant what I said, too, love."

I pulled gently, and she reluctantly moved toward me.

"Real," she sighed. "Why?"

I twirled a lock of her hair as I searched for an answer.

"Because I want you here all night," I finally said.

Apparently, that worked, because she relaxed into me. Smirking, she murmured the word, "Freak."

I kept my smile even as something twisted inside me. Of course, she thought I meant sex. It was all she was comfortable with. Hell, it was all I was comfortable with... usually. I pushed away my confused thoughts as her hands slid down to the front of my pants.

"Now, about that dessert..."

I reached around to smack her ass.

"Up those stairs, love."

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