Page 23 of Crossing the Lines for Love

I’ll have dinner ready, and we can have each other for dessert. Don’t disappoint me.

I retrieved what I needed from my drawer and tossed it into my bag, along with some other things I’d need this weekend. I left the building and headed toward my car but slowed when I noticed Niko was parked next to me. He’d backed in and stood on the driver’s side, which meant we’d be right next to each other in a matter of seconds.

“Why are you testing me like this, Lord?” I whispered.

I pressed my key fob to unlock the door, thinking I could hop behind the wheel with minimal engagement with Niko. However, this nigga opened my car door and waited for me to arrive.

I looked around the parking lot, and several cars were still there. I was concerned that someone was watching us and might think Niko’s kindness was inappropriate. I was probably a little paranoid, but I couldn’t help it.

“Thank you,” I said, sliding into my car and attempting to pull the door closed.

Niko held onto it and gave me a look that caused me to shiver. I looked away because I could easily become mesmerized by his gaze.

“Tell me you’ll meet me tonight,” he said in a low voice, even though no one was around to eavesdrop.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“There is a plethora of reasons that I shouldn’t have to tell you. I can’t meet you. Please close my door.”

“After having you once, I’m addicted. It’s been hell trying to function with thoughts of how good your pussy felt wrapped around my dick constantly on my mind. I need to have you again. I need to take my time with you this time and explore every inch of your body. I need to bury my head between your thighs and find out if you taste as good as you feel.”

My breathing had become labored, and my body temperature probably increased ten degrees. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the headrest.

“Niko, please don’t do this to me.”

“Please don’t make me go another day without being inside you.”

Leaving me with that, he closed my car door, got into his car, and drove away before I had fully gathered myself. I started my car, waited for my Bluetooth to connect, and called Montrell.

“Wassup?”

“He sent me an address.”

“Who sent you an address?”

“Niko.”

“Oh, he wants you to come to his place. That’s kinda risky, but it’s not any riskier than letting him fuck you on your desk.”

“God, don’t remind me. What have I gotten myself into?”

“Are you meeting him?”

“I can’t.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I sat quietly, fighting with myself while my friend waited for me to respond.

“I know I shouldn’t, but…”

“But what?”

“I’ve been dreaming about his dick all week. He said he’s addicted to me and wants to take his time and explore my body. He wants to see if I taste as good as I feel.”

“What’s the problem, Randi? Do you need gas money or something?”

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