Page 44 of The Aries Alliance
Me:
Somebody’s looking like a snack.
I shook my head and erased my text.
Me:
Have a great day!
War:
Thanks. Will do. You too.
I placed my hand over my quivering stomach to stop the flutters within. War’s woody scent came back to me. And that kiss. Oh my goodness. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, tracing my lips as I replayed how his big, pretty lips covered mine and almost sucked my face off. I could go for another round of that first-class action.
Damn.
I was thankful I hadn’t overindulged in alcohol at the cottage. Because of that, I remembered every good and sexy thing about War, especially his powerful and commanding presence.
As a one-and-done chick, I was stunned. No man had ever made me want to submit to him like War had. He was so addictive, I’d take sex sessions with him anywhere I could get them, even at work.
I pressed my hand to my cheeks and forehead. I had to be coming down with something. I didn’t have a fever, and my mind was as clear as a bell. My thoughts flowed freely too. The only sensation that hovered over me was that periodic tingle that now shot in the most intimate of regions. It was the same feeling I got when I replayed my sex tape with War. I’d rubbed my body raw multiple times, gushing like a water hose as I watched him suck my breasts and make me cum.
You’re not a dang teenager.
I needed to get my mind together before I started my day. Today, more than any other day, I needed to be focused. But I couldn’t get my mind off War.
Five minutes after watching the tape again and cumming over the toilet, I rose to complete my hygiene routine. As I slipped on a burgundy sheath dress and cardigan that accentuated my curves respectfully, I became increasingly nervous. What if I ran into War? Was he serious about our plan, or was I a conquest?
After I scrambled some egg whites and toasted an English muffin, my phone rang. I knew who it was as surely as I knew the location of every birthmark on my body. I took a big breath and picked up my phone.
“Good morning.”
“Hey, Scar. It’s War.”
I could tell he was in his car by the background noise that pumped through his Bluetooth speaker.
“I know who it is.”
“Good. Did you sleep well?” His voice boomed through the phone, reminding me of how our limbs were intertwined the first night we slept together in the cottage.
“Yes.” I poked at my eggs on my plate, wishing I could taste War again instead of my breakfast.
“You ready?”
I set my fork on the edge of my plate and tightened my lips.
“Is this a good idea?”
“You scared?”
“No. It’s just . . . moving really fast.”
War didn’t say anything.
“Are you talking about our plan or us?”
Once again, my stomach flip-flopped. I needed to gather myself.
