Page 128 of Are You Going to Love Me

The headboard knocked against the wall, and Eden took his powerful thrusts.

“Max,” she moaned his name, feeling the balloon of pleasure expand. It was a new feeling. A feeling fueled with emotion. As if she were melting into the mattress and coming apart, she gasped. A million nerve endings, tears welling in her eyes,and the pop of a balloon and a spray of ultimate arousal were accented with. “Maximusssss.”

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, still stroking her through the squirt of her climax. “Look at what you did, E. You covered me in you.”

Eden couldn’t do anything but whimper. Maximus repositioned her, licked and sucked down her body until his face was buried in her flower. Hand pressed against her pelvis, lips and tongue sucking the remainder of her sense from her center. Another eruption, another position until they were both spent.

“I made a mess,” Eden groaned, attempting to roll out the bed. “We can’t sleep in this.”

Maximus moved his tattooed body around the bed, true to his motto – placed her in the steaming shower, changed the sheets, joined her in the shower, and then back in the bed. Her leg over him, her foot tucked, and his face nuzzled in her bonnet.

“E,” he rasped.

“Hm?”

“You gon’ love me?”

“Are you going to love me?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Good,” she hummed, kissing his chest. “Go to sleep, you need your rest. You behave better when you’re well-rested.”

“I behave better when I can smell you on me. Near me. Around me.”

“Well, baby, you’ve got a whole day a press you have to get through without me.”

“If I behave, what I get out the deal? Some cake?”

“I’ll make you a cake if you behave to my standard, not yours.”

“Put it on my face when I wake up, for extra encouragement.”

“Let me sleep on it.”

forty-one

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“This nigga madeit through the whole day without slappin’ nobody or ripping off a mic and walkin’ away. He ain’t shut down or nothing,” Keon praised.

Brody chuckled. “Nigga must’ve been sent out the house with some act right this morning. I just knew he was gon’ have me tacklin’ someone. And I’m kinda upset with Eden that I couldn’t put nobody on the ground.”

“The day is still young, don’t jinx this nigga. You know his sensitive ass can swing to the left or to the right,” Keon grumbled, his eyes on his phone and not in the direction of where Maximus’ eyes were trained. Had Brody or Keon been paying attention, they would have noticed Maximus tuck his chains into his designer knit. Rehearsals for tomorrow’s show were minutes away, but his attention was on a promise he’d made months ago.

Rico Johnson. The handsy, lying, mouthy-ass, pussy ass nigga that he should’ve put on his ass at the basketball game. As the group strolled past Rico, Maximus removed his hat and handed it over to Brody before stopping and nodding at Rico.

“What’s goodie, nigga?” Maximus rasped.

If him handing his hat off didn’t grab Keon’s attention. The phrase,"what's goodie, nigga”was Maximus’ verbal sign that shit was about to be ugly, bloody, and someone’s face was getting rearranged. Before Keon could push his boy away from a potential issue, Rico curled his lip, scoffed, and asked, “fuck you want?”

The question was punctuated by Maximus’ scarred fist to the center of his face. Rico stumbled, attempting to balance himself, only for Maximus to hit him with a left hook.

“Damn, nigga, at least fight back,” Brody chimed, watching Rico getting rocked.

“Nigga! Ain’t your ass some type of security?” Keon fussed at Brody. He was aware of the way this could potentially go. Brodydidn’t show an ounce of urgency, pouring a handful of Skittles and shaking them like dice.

“For that nigga, not that nigga,” Brody shared, pointing between Rico and Maximus. “Not to mention, his boys left his ass here to get beat the fuck up. Ain’t nobody comin’ and you know like I know to let that nigga rock.”

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