Page 87 of Are You Going to Love Me

“Not if you not doing it, or someone with a license and some got damn decorum,” he muttered.

“I’m almost afraid to ask what happened,” Eden spoke with nervous laughter.

Maximus groaned, recalling being back in Trae Way and hitting up his old connects for services. “People think becauseI didn’t have pussy for four years I was going to take anything. Shorty braided my hair and then got naked. Damn near begged for me to bend her over. Not the type of shit I’m on.”

It was Eden’s turn to groan.

“Uh uh what the fuck was that?” Maximus quizzed, turning around to look up at her.

“I almost forgot that the possibility of bitches throwing you pussy was high.”

Maximus swayed his head. “It ain’t a possibility. I’m not that nigga.”

“That sounds good, but I’m not going to expect-”

“I could’ve sworn you sat on my dick and told me you weren’t sharing. I’m sure that’s how it went because I keep having flashbacks.”

Eden bit her lip and nodded. “I did.”

“And I told you I wasn’t sharing. They might try to throw that shit but I’m not taking it. I know what I got at home, heard me?”

She could feel her stomach turn inside itself. “Mmhmm. I heard you.”

“Aight,” he buzzed, settling back into position and closing his eyes.

A low bun and a durag tied around his head, Maximus placed her leg over his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You all packed?”

“Almost, but let me just take this in. My last moments of peace before I leave.”

“When you get back, you know where to find me.”

He kissed her knee. “Heard you.”

“Never in my life did I think being heard was as important as you’ve made it.”

“Being heard and understood is the key to great communication. If we start this off right and it goes left, we’ll know where we started.”

thirty

. . .

The risingof the sun was warring with the sheets Maximus pinned to the walls along with his hand landing on her bare ass pulled her out of her sleep.

“Mm,” she groaned. “You just let me go to sleep...” Eden popped one eye open to pat the nightstand for her phone. “Three hours ago.”

Easing the sting of his hand with his mouth, Max grumbled. “I know. I thought that would hold me over, but I can’t smell you no more.”

Eden rolled over onto her back to find Maximus fresh out of the shower, durag intact, and gently pulling her t-shirt-covered body to him. A tired giggle left her lips. “Your flight leaves in an hour.”

“I’ll make it.”

“And when Keon walks in here hollering about y’all being late, then what?” Eden muttered, watching his hand gently rub over her center.

“That nigga knows better,” Maximus grumbled. “Can I have a little taste? So, I can smell you? Your scent keeps me cool.”

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