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He groans, a low, primal sound that makes my heart race even faster. This—I can’t get enough of him. I delve deeper, andmy hands roam over his shoulders, down his arms, feeling the muscles taut beneath his shirt.
Malik’s hands slide up my back, fingers splaying across my spine, and I gasp against his mouth at the sensation.
He’s the one to pull back this time. “You better go inside, baby, or I won’t be a gentleman.”
I smirk, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe I don’t like gentlemen.”
He growls low in his throat and smacks my thigh, sending a shock of heat through me. “Inside, now.”
I giggle and give him one last peck before hopping out of the truck and skipping to my door.
I wave goodbye, a giddy mix of excitement and frustration bubbling inside me as I close the door behind me. My heart races with anticipation, and I can’t shake the heat pooling low in my belly. That poop head really left me wanting more, and it drives me crazy. I storm to my bedroom, stripping down to just my panties.
I need release, and I know just how to get it. Reaching into the bedside drawer, I retrieve my hidden rose. I lie back on the bed, gasping as the coolness of the soft sheets touch my heated skin. My breath hitches as I become acutely aware of the heat pooling between my legs, the tension building with every passing second. I set the rose on my little bud, my breath hitching in anticipation. With a press of a button, I turn it to my favorite setting, and a rush of pleasure surges through me.
“Malik…” I moan as I roll my hips, chasing my release. The world around me fades away, and it’s just me and the rhythm of my body pulsing in sync with the rose.
I feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter, and I chase it. My heart races, matching the tempo of my movements, and I’m lost in the bliss.
“Yes, yes!” I urge myself, pushing closer to the edge. I scream his name, the sound echoing in the empty room, a raw, primal cry of need as I finally come undone. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and satisfied, yet still yearning for more.
I lie there for a moment, the remnants of my release washing over me, my body tingling as I come down from the high. But I can’t shake the feeling of hunger still gnawing at me. Next time we see each other, he’s fucking me. I don’t care what he says.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
INDIGO
The need to see Malik again is burning inside of me like an inferno that can’t be extinguished. It’s been two days since we met by chance at the bar and he left me with the lady boner of the century. Tonight that all changes.
I’m no expert on relationships—or even dating, really—but I know this: dates are part of it. There’s a winter carnival in town, and I want to go with him. Maybe it’s the flashing lights, the smell of fried dough, the thrill of those rickety rides that could break down at any moment… or maybe it’s the idea of watching Malik’s face when he looks at me, or his hand brushing mine in the cold. Whatever it is, it’s enough to send a rush of excitement through me, making my heart race with anticipation.
I grab my phone to text him.
Me: Hey boyfriend. What are you doing tonight?
Shit! Should dates be a call or is texting fine?
Who cares?
Malik: Good morning to you too, baby. No plans. Did you wanna do something?
This is so easy. I don’t get why women are always complaining about how hard it is to find a decent guy or get them to go out. I met one on the damn phone by mistake and getting him to take me on dates is easy. Just ask, right?
Me: Yeah. I was hoping you would take me to the carnival in town.
Malik: Sure. I could do that. Pick you up at 7?
Me: Yay! And Malik…
Malik: Yeah baby?
Me: Wear something that’s easily removed.
I toss my phone onto the bed beside me and fall back onto the mattress. I don’t understand why the women at the bar are always whining about dating. Do they not just ask for what they want? Or do they expect someone to read their minds, deciphering every hint and half-smile? Not my style. I want Malik, and I’ll make sure he knows it.
It’s only nine, so I have the whole day to waste before I get to see Malik. Might as well take a nap to make sure I’m well rested, and then I'll have a snack and get ready. Climbing back under the blankets, I lie down and close my eyes, ready for it to be seven—ready for my man to take me to get my fill of cotton candy and ride all the rides.
MALIK
