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Isn’t my man because I didn’t want him to know,” I said as he hissed at my declaration.

“Yeah, ok, keep telling yourself that. What do you need? Speak

quickly because if Love wakes up and finds me talking to another woman at this hour, she will stop giving me my medicine. And if I don’t get my medicine, I will turn into M. Bison, then everybody is getting their ass whooped. You know I need it because I got a few screws loose,” he said, laughing into the phone.

You ain’t never lied!

“Ok, so I kidnapped Burks as Stephon’s driver, but he overdosed, and I don’t want any traces that Stephon’s team or I even had picked him up tonight. I would clean it up myself, but I don’t have my computer,” I sighed. I heard Demi’s fingers racing over his keyboard. He spoke after what seemed like an eternity, but it was only around five minutes.

“It’s done. I also erased you from the street cameras. Now get the fuck out of there. Aye, I don’t know what y’all got going on, but don’t let D find out. He’s having a hard enough time staying out of the game as it is. I think his hulk ass is bored,” he said thoughtfully.

“Thank you, Demi,” I said in a singsong voice.

“I’m hanging up, you won’t seduce me, you damn siren,” he said before the line went blank. I laughed and then left the mess I’d made.

Demitri Cain has no sense!

CHAPTER 12

Jourdan

It was two o’clock AM, and I was just now making it home. After one final walkthrough of Burks’ townhome, I returned Stephan’s SUV to his fleet parking lot, where I’d ambushed Mike. Then, I walked the three blocks away from Rockwell Security to where I’d parked my car in one of the downtown parking decks. When I finally pulled my car into my garage, saying I was tired would have been an understatement. I have never been happier that I didn’t have to fumble inside a purse to fish out my key.

I tapped in my code and barged in, throwing my stuff on the foyer table. In addition to my exhaustion, I needed to shower and decompress, but first, I needed a drink. I walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. It was the bottle I was chugging on the other day, so I disregarded the need for a glass again, turning it up. I also grabbed a water bottle because I would probably finish the wine. As soon as I reached the couch, I sat down and fell back, closing my eyes.

“Today drained me,” I said dramatically out into the room.

“Did it now?” I heard, and then I quickly reached under the cushion and drew my gun in that direction. The goosebumps had appeared on my skin at his voice and presence. My eyes were still adjusting, but I didn’t have to see or hear his voice. Once I focused, I could feel him.

“You think your trigger finger is faster than mine, Stephon?” I questioned with all the gall I could muster. I didn’t know if it was, but I guess we could find out.

“What makes you think it isn’t?” He said. My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and I found him sitting in my love seat facing the door. The faint moonlight from the window gave him a glow. He was relaxed. His arms were sprawled along the back of the chair, and his chest was open. The only thing between us was the coffee table. Close, but yet so far. He’d made himself an easy target. As I continued traveling his length, I saw his legs spread wide. I’m sure to make room for the thickness I’d felt earlier. I sucked in a breath.

Damnit, why are you thinking about that man’s dick at a time like this?

“Why do you have shoes on in my house, Stephon?” I asked. He stood and took off his wheat Timberland boots, carrying them to sit by the door. He wore a pair of relaxed grey Fear of God Essentials sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and a black bomber jacket. On his way across the room, he took off the coat and tossed it to the back of the couch. He finally sat beside me and pulled me over to straddle his lap.

“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. I could hear the seriousness in his voice. However, I couldn’t focus on his question because I was too focused on the soft bulge between my legs and the corded muscles of his arms covered in deep black tattoos that ran up his neck. Stephon’s body was built like a god, and I wanted to explore it. I reached behind to set the wine bottle on the table to free up my hands. I started at his abs and guided my hands up his neck to finally reach his head, where I ran my fingers through his curls. I’d wanted to do it since the first time I saw him. As I did, his eyes closed as if he was relishing the feeling. I felt his dick jump beneath me.

When his eyes returned to mine, he sat back for a better look. Then he stood with my legs wrapped around his waist, carrying me upstairs toward my primary bedroom.

“You gave yourself a tour?” I asked.

“Something like that,” he said while laughing.

“I need to redo your security, by the way. The shit is trash. It only took me two minutes to get in and disarm it.”

“Well, you’re not a regular guy. Therefore, that’s not a fair assessment.”

“I’m glad you know, Baby.” Instead of placing me on the bed as I wanted after he entered, he bypassed it, going straight to my bathroom. Still holding me like I weighed nothing, he leaned into my shower, turning the water almost to its highest setting.

“Water temperature on hell. Right?” He said, and I giggled. I couldn’t believe I was once again giggling. He placed me on the counter, washed his hands, and began rummaging through mydrawers. He was reading each label until he found what he was looking for.

“Stephon, what are you doing?”

“I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. I can’t control the shit, and I don’t want to. Right now, I want to be all over you. I want to kiss, hold, touch, and hug every inch of your body, Jourdan. I can’t do that when you smell like that nigga,” he said as if pained that he couldn’t act out his desire. Then he took a makeup wipe and gently cleaned my face to clear everything I wore, including the resolve I’d created to keep men like him away. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as his touch poured promise into me. I couldn’t help the feelings that consumed me as I looked at him.

“Stephon, I can get used to this,” I whispered.

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