Page 29 of Nothing Like Your Ex

How she so pretty but got a nasty mouth

We can walk the game down if you act right

Boss yo’ whole life up in one night, on one flight, with straight pipe

Kwinn nodded along until the song ended, and she smiled in approval. They’d produced a track so smooth and player-like it would sound crazy good coming through heavily tinted car speakers with the bass rattling, or while cruising through the park on a Sunday with the top down. As for Kwinn, she could see herself riding to it at any time. Literally and figuratively.

Melo pressed a button and turned toward her. “What you think?”

She smiled. “I really like it.”

He frowned playfully. “That’s all you got?”

Kwinn laughed and thought for a few seconds. “It’s fire. The beat and lyrics are catchy but not corny. Straight hood but in a lovey-dovey type of way.”

Melo nodded, taking her words in. “But it’s missing something, right?”

“I mean, not necessarily. The intro with no lyrics does give you some room to add something else.”

“Like what? A woman’s voice?”

Kwinn nodded. “Yes, I could see that. You know how guys be adding women who leave them voicemails and stuff to their songs? Something along those lines.”

A slow grin spread across Melo’s face. “Yeah… I can definitely see that at the beginning. You hear her, Chuck?”

Chuck nodded. “Yeah. Give it a classic, old-school feeling.”

Knowing exactly what direction he was going in, Melo got an idea and hoped Kwinn fucked with it. Walking toward her, he reached for her hand.

Kwinn looked down at it, then up at him, smiling. “What are you giving me your hand for?”

“I want you to try something.”

Her smile dropped. “Malone… no. I don’t sing.”

He laughed. “I didn’t ask you to sing. Just come here and let me see something right quick.”

Nervously, Kwinn let him lead her to the booth.

“I’ve never recorded anything before.”

“That’s coo’. I’ma teach you. You just need to feel the beat, a’ight?”

“But what do you want me to say?” Kwinn asked so softly, it made Melo’s dick hard.

Licking his lips, he gave Chuck the cue to play the song. The beat rode for a good twelve seconds before Laurent’s voice came through. Melo stepped in, closed the space between them, and settled his hand on her waist. Her heart raced wildly, and goosebumps covered her arms as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled sweet and tropical, like the Juicy Fruit gum his granny loved chewing. Melo had embedded the scent in his mind and had forgotten all about it until now.

“You nervous?” Melo asked with his body pressed against hers.

Kwinn nodded as she grew wetter between her legs. “A little.”

Melo rested his hand against her stomach and spoke softly in her ear. “Why? Ain’t no need to be nervous.”

His warm breath and the heavy imprint against her soft ass had Kwinn’s brain short-circuiting. Their closeness changed her breathing as his thumb moved slowly along her exposed stomach.

“Because I don’t know what I’m doing.” She breathed heavily, with tingling nipples.

“Is this too much? Let a nigga know. It ain’t no pressure.”