Page 36 of Sweetest Temptation
“I know,” I said. “But trust me, he's the one who’s gon’ feel that loss even greater.”
“How do you know that?”
“Ain’t no man walking away from a woman like you and sleeping peacefully at night. That nigga probably scrolling through your old pictures right now, mad at your glow up.”
That made her laugh. “Boy, you are so full of it.”
“I’m serious,” I said, grinning. “You got that peaceful glow. That’s the kind of glow that makes a man rethink all his bad decisions.”
She covered her face, still laughing, with her high ass. “You sound crazy.”
“Nah, just observant.” I reached over and moved one of her loose braids behind her ear. “You got that energy, baby. The kind of energy that can’t be replaced. Don’t let anyone take that from you.”
“Are you always this smooth?”
“Only when I’m right,” I said with a wink. “Other times, according to my sister, I’m an asshole.”
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“Not when I’m making you smile like that.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t hide the grin that followed. “You something else, Samir.”
“I’ll take that,” I said, chuckling. “Long as it ain’t ‘you just like my ex.’”
She laughed harder this time, nudging me with her shoulder. “Trust me, you are nothing like him. At least I don’t think so.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear,” I said with a low chuckle, then let the conversation take a turn. “You know,when we were in your bakery, watching you mix and move like that… All I could think about was how sweet that pussy tasted.” I dragged my tongue across my lips, slow and deliberate.
“You already know it’s sweet,” she blurted before slapping a hand over her mouth, like she couldn’t believe the words came out.
I laughed, deep and rough. “Nah, don’t take it back now. Stand on business, baby girl. Talk your shit.”
“Blame it on that strong-ass weed! I still can’t believe I said that.” She groaned, shaking her head with a smile.
“Don’t,” I said, leaning closer, my voice dropping low. “You only get one life, Nova baby. Might as well live it honest.”
She nodded but was quiet before she asked, “Do you want kids?”
I didn’t know where that came from. However, I answered honestly. “Yeah. I want like two or three shorties. My ex-wife didn’t want any kids. I was cool with that because I was in the streets heavy and didn’t want to bring a kid in this world that I couldn’t give much time to. Things are different now, though. What about you?”
I noticed she got quiet and didn’t answer immediately. When the DJ switched from the rap music he was spinning to some soft shit by DVSN, her answering at all wasn’t happening.
“Ohh! This is my song!” Zanova sang before she stood up and began to dance.
As “Touch It” played, she moved her body with a sensual grace that was impossible to ignore. And with the song picked, the scene before me grew even more sexy. I definitely wanted to touch it! Every fucking crevice! Her hips swayed rhythmically, drawing me in with every fluid motion to the point a nigga was hypnotized. With her hands tracing invisible patterns from her stomach to her neck, gripping it as she held her bottom lip captive between her teeth, I was stuck. The way she dancedwas hypnotic, each movement a perfect blend of confidence that was luring me into her world. Wherever her mind was at this moment, I damn sure wanted to be.
The lyrics of the song spoke everything that I wanted to whisper in her ear while I stroked her deeply, hitting every inch of her with precision. Zanova's eyes were closed, a smile playing on her lips as she sang along to the song. The sight of her, so free and captivating, made it hard to look away. I found myself entranced, unable to do anything but watch her as she effortlessly commanded my attention without even trying.
I had enough.
I needed to be near her and feel her body on me. I know it was a gamble, but it was one I was willing to take. I stood up and encircled my arms around her waist from behind.
“What are you doing?”
“Chill, baby,” I whispered in her ear, still holding her close to me, one hand on her stomach as the other rested on her hip.
“Samir, no! We can’t?—”
