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I watched a snappy reply flash across her face before she thought better of it, rolled her eyes, and scooted closer. She smelled like Dove soap and that body oil she always put on after her shower, pineapple and coconut, like she had summer trapped in her skin.

She drained her glass and set it down.

“If—” She shifted so she was facing me. “Can I have you tonight?”

I wanted to tell her she could’ve had me from the moment I moved her ass in here. But I’d never been a thirsty nigga and wasn’t about to start now.

I reached and ran my thumb across her cheek. Her mouth parted as it moved across her lips. She kept her eyes on me as she swirled her tongue around it. My dick stood at attention almost immediately.

I pulled her onto my lap and crashed my mouth against hers.

She kissed me like she was mad at herself, and I knew the feeling all too well. I’d been fighting it just as long and my body was done with the charade.

I pulled back. “If you need to change your mind, do that shit now ‘cause⁠—”

She responded by taking her shirt off, revealing those full breasts I loved. Her brown skin seemed to glow in the low light of the living room.

I growled and took one of her nipples into my mouth, tongue tracing it slow, sucking while she arched into me. I kissed across to the other one, and she started grinding harder against me, damn near riding me through my sweats.

“You been walking around the crib in them skimpy ass shorts,” I muttered against her skin. “You knew what the fuck you was doing.” She whimpered as I bit down on her nipple.

“You deserved that shit.”

I stood and her legs locked around my waist as I carried her to my room.

I put her on the bed.

“Take your shorts off,” I ordered as I stepped out of my sweats.

I spat in my hand and stroked my dick as she wiggled out of her bottoms.

As much as I wanted to swan dive into her pussy, I needed her to remember who I was and who really ran this shit.

“You missed this dick, Belle?” I asked. Through her hooded lids I saw the lust and defiance all over her face. ⁠2

Good. I wanted both.

“Belle?”

Her eyes shot up to my face.

“Answer the question.”

“I—” she stammered breathlessly. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

Her breath hitched as her fingers found her clit. She was so wet, her pussy was glistening. My dick throbbed as I watched her touch herself.

“There you go, Princess,” I praised her. “Let Papa how much you missed him.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she rasped, but her thighs opened wider as she rubbed her sensitive bud. A moan escaped her as her head tipped back and dipped two fingers inside herself.

“Eyes on me.” I ordered as I moved closer to the bed.

She looked at me, pumping her fingers in and out of herself.

“Three weeks,” I said. “Twenty-one days of you sleeping down the hall, acting like you didn’t want me to come through your door every single night.”