Page 28 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“We can’t go to each other’s places. It’s too risky.”

“Don’t even give me your address. It’ll be too tempting. Any more rules?”

“If you think this is gonna be too hard, we can?—”

“Nah, don’t try to back out now. Whatever we gotta do, I’m down.”

“Good. Now…did you say you rented this spot for the whole weekend?”

He nodded.

“In that case, lay on your back.”

“Word?” he questioned, his voice full of surprise as he rolled onto his back.

“I should’ve asked this before you filled my womb with your seeds, but I guess asking before you shoot them down my throat will have to do. Have you been tested?”

“I have my results on my phone. I’m clean.”

“Me too.” I straddled the lower part of his legs, and seconds later, his dick hit the back of my throat.

“Next time, just send a text. When I didn’t hear from you on Saturday, I figured you gave in. How was it?” Montrell said.

It was Sunday night, and I’d been home for about an hour. When I left Niko, I stopped at my parents’ house and had dinnerbefore heading to my apartment. Montrell barely let me get inside before he was knocking on my door.

“It was the best weekend I’ve had in my adult life. He rented an Airbnb in Ravenstown, and although we had a lot of sex, we talked a lot too.”

“Umm, you sound different than you did last week. Are you cool with this now?”

“I’m not cool with sneaking around with one of my players if that’s what you mean, but…”

“But you’re about to do that shit anyway.”

“Trell, I have no choice. I don’t know what he did to me, but I’m not strong enough to deny him.”

“So, are y’all a thing?”

“As much of a thing as we can be. We can’t be seen in public together, nor can we visit each other’s places. Too much is at stake for both of us.”

“But you’re both willing to take the risk on some level.”

“I can’t think about it like that, or I’ll have a panic attack.”

“Randi, do you think he’s the one? Like, are you trying to have a future with him?”

“We have a lot in common, and we click, you know?”

“I wish I could relate, but I’ll take your word for it. I know I encouraged you to let that man fuck you from here to the seventh floor of heaven but be careful. You have a lot to lose.”

“We both do.”

“If you need me to assist you with this cover-up in any way, I got you. Tell me more about him.”

“He was born and raised in Black Elm but went to private school.”

“No wonder you never crossed paths. Does he act like those private school kids?”

“Not that I’ve seen, but he may have grown out of it by now. Oh, he has a five-year-old son.”

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