Page 38 of Breeze and Melodie

“Okay, Breeze. Let her know what’s up,” Mari commented.

I peered around Breeze, narrowing my eyes at Mari before saying, “If you’re not on my side, your comments are not welcome, sis.”

“I’m with you when you’re right, . . . but you’re wrong this time, sis,” she said before her, Yvonne, and Raine laughed at my expense.

“The only reason I let you drive separately was so you could leave after your last client,” Breeze reminded me.

“Okay, I’ll leave.”

“I know you will. Gimme a kiss.”

I put my arms on his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck, and we became lost in each other for a few moments.

“Y’all are too damn cute, but we got customers coming in,” Yvonne commented.

We separated, but Breeze pecked me a few more times before he was ready to leave.

“Come see me before you go home.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t imagine Breeze would be a clingy man. In the past few months, he showed me sides of himself that I never would’ve guessed existed. Aside from wanting to be inside my skin, he was thoughtful, compassionate, and extremely sensitive to my needs. It sometimes felt as if he knew what I needed before I did.

Although I pretended to be annoyed by his overprotective nature, I loved it and hoped never to experience life without it again. I admired Breeze from afar for several years and couldn’tshake my attraction toward him. Now that he was finally mine, he surpassed all my expectations, and I looked forward to our future together.

My three clients were back-to-back, and the morning flew by. I would never tell Breeze or Raine, but I was tired and a bit sore. Since I’d become a licensed hairstylist, I’d never taken two months off. It might take a while for me to get back into the swing of things.

“Hey.” I greeted all the men in the barbershop as I headed toward Breeze’s station.

“Give me five minutes. Let me walk her to her car,” he told the man in his chair.

He put the clippers down, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the door.

“How do you feel?” he asked when we got outside.

“Making women feel beautiful is my passion. I missed coming to work.”

“I’m sure you did, baby, but that doesn’t answer my question. I want to know how your body and mind feel. Are you sore or mentally drained?”

“I’m fine and can’t wait to teach a few classes tomorrow.”

We’d arrived at my driver’s side door, and I leaned against it while Breeze stood in front of me. He looked at me as if he didn’t believe me but didn’t press me anymore. Instead, he gently put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer to him.

“I don’t believe you, but I’ll give you a pass today.”

He kissed my lips softly, then slowly slipped his tongue between my lips. He used his free hand to squeeze my ass. When he finally pulled away, he left me breathless.

“You play too much. Now my panties are wet.”

He smirked with his hand still around my neck. “I’ll take care of that pussy when I get home.

I inadvertently rolled my eyes because I didn’t want him to take care of my pussy. I wanted him to beat that bitch the fuck up.

“Did you just roll your eyes?” I nodded. “You know I’m a man of my word. Do you doubt me?”

“No, but . . .”

“But what?”

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