Page 126 of Business Casual

“As tempting as you are”—he placed his hand on top of mine just as I was getting high on his thigh— “I’m trying to make a good impression.” Picking up my hand, he brought it to his lips. “And going in the kitchen to have lunch with my dick hard isn’t the impression I’m trying to make.”

“Fair enough,” I relented. “But do you remember the first time I went to your parents’ house for that cookout? You sent me all those messages telling me what you wanted to do to me and then when you were supposed to give me a tour of the house, you fucked me in the bathroom.”

His mouth was open, but no words came out. “Um—”

“Um, um, what?” I shook my head. “Hell no! Keep that same energy now that the shoe is on the other foot.”

He burst out laughing. “In my defense—”

“Nope!” I interjected.

He started tickling me. “You always talk the most shit.”

“That’s you!” I squealed, leaping on him to tickle him back.

Squirming and giggling until we were both winded from our tickle fight, we ended up lying on the bed, me partially on top of him.

I stared at him, memorizing the shape of his eyes, the spread of his nose, the fullness of his lips, the perfection of his face. Every chance I could, I took him in. I didn’t know what I did to be blessed with a man like him, but I thanked God every single night.

“What?” he asked quietly, searching my eyes.

“Thank you for being here,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me. I want to be wherever you are.”

“I love you.”

The corners of his mouth pulled upward. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, I let my mouth brush his tentatively at first before letting myself give in to it. My hands held his face while his ran up and down my back. We shared slow, dawdling kisses that we savored. Everything stood still as we basked in each other. Our lips moved in perfect sync as we wordlessly expressed our complete and utter adoration for one another. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. The kiss was a promise.

Pulling away fractionally, he gazed at me. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“I feel the same way, baby,” I breathed.

He licked his lips. “Eight months ago, you walked into my life and changed it in every way imaginable. I don’t know if it’s possible for me to put into words how much you mean to me. But I’m going to try.” He smoothed his hand over my hair. “Over and over again, I’m going to try… because I love you.”

I got choked up. “I love you, too, Tre.”

I dropped a kiss on his lips and then sat up.

“Was that your stomach?” he questioned, a horrified expression on his face.

The romantic mood shattered. My shoulders started shaking as I held in my amusement.

“Stop it! I’m hungry!”

He put his hand on my belly. “We need to put some food in you.”

“There’s a couple things you need to put in me.”

He stood and adjusted himself. “I’m going in the kitchen,” he chuckled.

“You think I’m going to stop because we’re out of this room? My mom has a Christmas high and since she’s meeting up with my aunts later, she won’t hear anything I’m saying.” I got off the bed and stood directly in front of him. Placing my hand on his crotch, I smirked. “I told you I’d get you back.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

I quirked my eyebrow and let out an evil laugh. “Watch me.”

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