Page 27 of This: Blake & Emon

“No.”

“I don’t know, baby. I can’t tell with that nigga all in your face and you letting him stay there way too long if you ask me.” His hand had moved to the front and now rested lightly on herclit. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as he smirked.

“Emon,” she breathed out, “I told him I had a boyfriend.” That answer didn’t work for him either. He applied pressure to her bulb and gently massaged it with two fingers. Her eyes grew wide, and she squirmed in the palm of his hand, literally. She was so wet, her juices covered his hand. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to tell him no when she knew it was a hell yes. Her body couldn’t say no to him.

“Boyfriend?” He raised an eyebrow and applied a little pressure before allowing his fingers to dip in and out of her. “That all I am to you?”

Blake’s heart raced and her breath hitched. “What would you call it?”

“I’d call it forever if you stopped playing and let me.” His lips brushed her ear, and he continued to toy with her, sliding his finger in and out slowly, then faster, then slow again. She struggled to keep her moans down to a low whimper. She felt like the nosey nurses were right outside the door listening, wishing it was them.

“You haven’t made me a wife yet,” she said, trying to be grown and smart. He smirked and bit her jawline. She moaned. Blake learned that she had a bite kink a few weeks ago, and he hadn’t let up on using that knowledge to have her creaming in his hand since.

“Oh, you think this shit a game for me?” he asked through gritted teeth. She shook her head, but it was too late to retreat and walk the cute shit back. “You gon’ stand on that.” Emon’s fingers picked up the pace, gliding in and out of her. His lips crashed into hers to muffle her moans. His fingers tap danced all over her clit until her walls contracted, letting him know she was on the verge of busting all on his hand.

“Emon.”

“Nah, not yet, big dawg.” He breathed into her mouth. She whimpered as he applied a little more pressure. Her eyes begged for him to let her cum, but as he watched her pant with tears rolling down her eyes, he wasn’t sure she deserved it. He was going to teach her a lesson about playing with him.

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled,“Baby, please,”that Emon allowed his queen to soak his hand.

“I love you,” she said, barely above a whisper. Emon removed his hand and wiped her juices on his shirt. He straightened her scrubs, kissed her cheek, and opened the door before she knew what happened. The job he needed to do had been done. Emon walked out first, and Blake sheepishly, deliriously walked out behind him with a grin on her face.

“We still on for mama’s barbecue this weekend?” the maniac asked her like he hadn’t just done her dirty, filthy seconds ago. By the wink he gave her, he let her know not to play with him ever again in any way. Dr. Cameron needed to never look or speak to her again if it wasn’t about work.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she replied, trying to gather herself.

This nigga is crazy and reckless,she thought. She’d never had anyone do her that way.

“Good. Because ViceAnne said if I show up without you, she gon act up.” He leaned in, kissing her neck softly. A shiver ran down her spine as a flash of his hands in her pants played in her head. “Finish saving lives. See you later or maybe not,” he whispered the last part, and he had her fucked up. She would be seeing him tonight, and he would be finishing what he started. He had to know that.

She pouted because it wasn’t even that serious, but muttered, “Yeah, ok.”

She also couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the liberation. He winked at her because he couldn’t deny her for too long.

“Aye, bruh, be easy,” he said with a smirk to Dr. Cameron as he headed out.

Blake watched him leave, wanting to follow like a lost puppy, but she didn’t. She caught several nurses fanning themselves. She couldn’t blame them. Emon had that effect, but what had her really glowing was how he’d marked his territory without doing too much. He just showed up, showed out, and showed everyone exactly why she wasn’t interested in dinner with any other nigga.

“Girl, he got a brother?” Sherita asked with a giggle.

There was no doubt they knew what had just gone down in the broom closet. She hoped no one reported her. However, she really didn’t care. She had a bounce in her step, ready to finish her shift.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she smiled when she read the message.

Emon:I love you, too. A nigga really do.

Chapter 14

After the night with Blake at his house, Emon decided he was, in fact, going to link with her brother Brooks. He was serious about Blake and never wanted her to feel like what was important to her wasn’t important to him. He knew that her brother helped raise her, even if she was almost legal when her father passed. It was still him handling business for the woman he now loved and that loved him. Maybe he didn’t owe Brooks anything, but it wasn’t about that. He wanted to do this before the cookout tomorrow so he could ease her mind. Blake had been screaming about being nervous, ready to pull her hair out. Going on about what if the only family they had didn’t accept them. I never gave a fuck about that, but she wanted ease. He got it.

Emon had called Brooks and invited him to come down to the pantry. When word got out about him and Blake, he knew weird shit was going to happen. People just couldn’t mind the business that paid them. He wasn’t trying to impress Brooks, but he was trying to be crystal clear that his sister was good with him. Not only that, he had some inventory stuff to handle.

Emon checked his watch and noticed it was about the time Brooks said he would be pulling up.

“Meredith, did Mr. Pelt drop off those canned goods he called about?” Emon loved all his businesses, but this was his baby because it was his way of giving back. He didn’t make any money from the store; it was run on donations and grants. His contribution was time. The pantry needed that and people with a heart like his.

Brooks walked in and humbled himself, seeing the store while searching for Emon. Taylor had given him a mouthful of cutting the crap by looking for reasons to dislike Emon. This was him doing that.

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