Page 20 of Nobody But You

I couldn’t help but stand there like a deer caught in headlights. She was in heavy makeup, seemingly changing the shape of her faceand wearing a wig, but I knew that fucking body and seductive walk anywhere, even though I’d only seen it four times. She wore a perfectly tailored black pantsuit that was the standard uniform for the employees who worked at Rockwell Security when they were on the job. She looked like pure sin wearing it. Even though my in-person view had been minimal, I was ashamed of how often I’d watched that security footage. Yes, I was counting our interactions because I wanted to see her and that sexy ass body every day. However, I was moving at her pace. Besides, there wasn’t a thing about her that I hadn’t committed to memory.

With the epitome of my employee’s poise, Jourdan opened the rear door to let Burks exit.

Oh, her ass is on one tonight! Where in the fuck is Mike?

Then she walked back around the SUV, opening the driver’s door. She turned as if she could feel me staring, and we locked eyes. There it was, that fucking look that held me captive. That same look that was now proven to drive me up a fucking wall in a good way. Then, just as fast as she had come, she pulled the SUV away from the curb. I stood in disbelief until it rounded the corner. She was headed to the lot. All my drivers were to park and enter to secure the event while waiting for their assets’ departure.

I turned, heading back inside, damn near in a jog.

“Yo, Steph, Steph. Are we good, man? I just saw you walk back through here like this fucking place was on fire. Is something wrong? Should we be on alert?... Steph,” Brody said as he urgently tried to get my attention on the walkie.

“All good! Stand your positions,” I spoke back.

I quickly filtered through the guests, trying not to be stopped or draw any attention that would warrant a panic. Brody was right. I needed to calm down. I walked briskly to the back of the venue and down the hallway to the rear doors. You could still see out into the ballroom, but it was otherwise covered in darkness. When I finally reached them, I stood in the shadows, waiting to see if she would come inside. I would be thoroughly impressed if she did. She’d managed to get to my driver and obtain my security plans for tonight. I needed to lock my shit down tighter and have a damn talk with Mike, who was probably somewhere knocked out in a damn closet.

Fuck!

After my third driver entered, she was the next person to come through the door. I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her body against me into the darkness. She wasn’t resisting, so she expected me to wait in the shadows.

Good Girl!

With her back to me, I dropped my arm over her shoulder and chest and leaned her head to the side.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Beautiful?” I spoke into her ear as I hugged her body to mine. Instead of responding, she elbowed me in the stomach, then spun around quickly, raising her knee to do the same. I blocked her attempt, which caused her to throw a series of quick jabs. I was dodging and blocking her strikes. It only angered her, inciting a challenge. Her hands and legs started to fly rapidly as I backed up further, using my hands and evasive maneuvers to counter. After I’d grown tiredof our little sparring match, I grabbed her, placing her back against the wall. She wasn’t done, but I was. I dropped my voice, and then I gave her the warning to stop.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, whispering into her ear, anticipating that she was thinking of a way to get out of my grasp. I caged her in between my legs, using my body weight to pin her. My hands rested on the wall on each side of her head when I leaned in. She smelled intoxicating. It was a sweet fragrance that made me want to taste her. I felt her quick breaths on my neck; it further aroused me. Meeting her mouth, I gently kissed, then flattened my tongue to lick hers, causing her breathing to hitch even more.

“Mmm, what will you do if I don’t?” She moaned and said rebelliously as I lifted to stare into her eyes. Her mouth hung open after her taunt, making me bite her bottom lip before I completely captured it in another deep kiss.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked as I forced myself to break away from her. I felt her hands travel down my chest, caressing each groove and crest that I’d spent years sculpting. Her hands finally landed on my now-hardened dick, wrapping her hand around it through the briefs and slacks that held it captive. I groaned.She smiled a sinister smile, removed her hand, and kicked me in the balls.

“Fuck!” I shouted into the hallway, hoping no one had heard my outburst.

“Oh, and Stephon…I want you to stay the fuck out of my way,” she said.

“Is that really what you want, Beautiful?” I called out through my pain. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she faded into the ballroom guests like the lioness she was.

What in the hell just happened? On my mother, I think I’m in love!

In the darkness, I stood and leaned against the wall before laughing loudly. I was lost in my humor until a voice brought me out of it.

“Nigga you just gone stand there and hold your cracked ass nuts all night, or get back to work?” Devin said he was in tow with Ren and Demi.

“Yo, fuck you, D,” I said, causing him to laugh.

“I saw y’all over here having y’all’s little lovers’ quarrel. Does Brice know you’re sleeping with his fine-ass sister? That’s a bad motherfucker,” Demi said.

“Oh, so because she was over here trying to make sure my mother doesn’t get any grandkids, we’re lovers,” I said, staring at Demi's serious expression.

“This ain’t about Adriana’s fine ass. Looking like J-Lo in that dress. Got damn!” he said as he brought his fist to his mouth and bit down.

“Demi, if my nuts weren’t hurting right now, I’d ki...”

“They are, though, with your Ol’ top-flight security ass. Where’s your whistle at?” he cut off my statement, laughing loudly.

“Anyways, Brice knows. His ass asked Steph to marry her,” Devin said. Ren and Demi’s mouths both fell open.

“Word!” They both said simultaneously. I swear Devin’s ass knew every fucking thing. There was a minute when he was slipping, but now that he’s retired and has all this time on his hands, he’s right back in everyone’s business. Or maybe he wanted to keep up with the other ‘business’ that had him so keen on Brice and I’s dealings. Additionally, I didn’t even bother to correct Demi about me sleeping with her because, as far as I was concerned, that was an inevitability. I wasn’t going to rush it, though.

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