Page 44 of Continuum

Kwame turned around. “Is there a problem?”

“No.” He avoided eye contact and pretended to check and double check his food. “No problem.”

“Well, if you decide you have something else to say, you can direct that shit to me. Don’t say shit else to her. Do you understand?”

The man glanced up at me and opened his mouth. Before any words could even come out of his mouth, Kwame stepped in front of me.

“What don’t you understand about the phrase don’t say shit else to her?” he asked, his voice quietly threatening.

“Hey stop that! That’s enough!” Pamela called out as she hustled over to us. “What’s going on back there? If I have to end class early I will!”

A murmur moved through the room and all eyes were on us as if we were the instigators.

“I was just asking this man what he said about us,” I explained.

“Well, this isn’t the time or the place,” Pamela scolded. “Jeffrey, is there a problem?”

“No ma’am,” the man said through gritted teeth as his partner clutched his arm.

“Okay, let’s move on to the cakes,” Pamela announced, heading back to the front of the room.

We didn’t win.

The rest of the class decided to stay and eat. We decided to take ours to go.

“I’m going to be honest, I’m not a strong baker so I’m not surprised my cake didn’t win,” I said as we picked up our cakes on the way out. “But the way you were measuring your extra ingredients and blocking the label so I couldn’t see what you were adding, I thought you were going to win it for us.”

Kwame chuckled to himself. “I just did that to impress you and to get in your head. I have no idea how to bake anything but those cookies you just break apart and toss in the oven.”

As soon as we got outside, my stomach started rumbling. “I’m hungry now.”

“Well, that’s perfect because we can eat at our next stop,” he told me as we walked to the parking garage.

“Another surprise?”

“I have a couple more surprises for you.”

I was lucky that the afternoon breeze cooled me.

“I’m going to be honest though,” he started as we secured the food in the backseat and got in the driver’s seat. “He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t surprised we won, either.”

“Listen!” I cackled. “I was thinking the same thing! I didn’t like his tone, but when we were cooking, I noticed we had the most seasoning on our counter so flavor wise, I was sure ours tasted the best.”

“So maybe he made an astute observation, but he still shouldn’t have opened his mouth and came at you like that.”

My lips started to curl upward. “I appreciate you having my back.”

He started the engine. “You have no idea how hard I’d go for you.”

I reached over the middle console just as the air conditioning began blowing. Putting my lips against his cheek, I kissed my way to his mouth. My hand found his crotch and immediately started fondling his dick through his pants.

He got hard almost immediately.

“Will there be a place at our next destination that would allow me to choke on your dick?” I asked between kisses.

“Aisha,” he breathed, deepening the kiss. “I don’t…mmm. No, there’s not.”

“Okay, no problem,” I told him as I unbuttoned his jeans and wrestled his dick free.

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