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“Where’d all that mouth go?” He nipped at my earlobe as his hand moved slowly up my thigh and between my legs.

“I—I—” I stammered. My body was betraying me again. I was sure my nipples looked like headlights against my dress, and the only saving grace was how dark this section was.

“You what?”

“I haven’t been pulling back,” I managed.

“I swear to God, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you if you keep this up.”

A low moan escaped me.

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” I rasped. “I just—didn’t think it was a big deal.”

His hand moved again until his fingers were brushing against the thin fabric of my thong.

My legs parted slightly on their own. I gripped his arm as his fingers moved the seat of my panties aside and started circling my clit.

“Dez—”

“You’re soaking wet right now.” He slipped two fingers inside me, mouth still at my ear.

I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. I shifted in his lap as he worked me—his fingers pumping, thumb rubbing my clit. He was alternating the pressure in a way that had me close to bursting at the seams.

“You close?”

“Yes—” I breathed, grinding into his hand. He applied a little more pressure and the heat coiling tight, right there, I was so⁠—

He removed his hand entirely and reached around me for a napkin, wiping his fingers clean.

Oh, this nigga had the audacity.

I moved to get away from him as annoyance shot straight up my spine. “You dead ass?”

“You did it to yourself, Belle,” he said nonchalantly. “You insist on tryna handle me like I’m one of those loser niggas you’re used to dealing with, when we both know I’m not.”

I stood there fuming. My panties were wet and I was horny as hell because of him. I eyed the drink on the table, itching to throw it in his face.

“You done?” I asked, tapping my foot.

He leaned back and picked up his drink. “Yeah. You can go.”

“You’re an asshole,” I spat and stormed off.

I stopped in the bathroom to get myself together. Cardez was undoing everything I usually did to keep these niggas in line. If anything, it made me feel justified in taking his money. Arrogant prick.

“What happened?” Siani asked, seeing my face when I sat down.

I shrugged and poured myself another glass of champagne. “He’s in his feelings because I told him I was home instead of out with y’all.”

“So why do you look like that?” Bianca asked.

“Like what?”

“Definitely look like you wanna slap the shit outta somebody,” Jody said.

“Y’all, I’m fine.” I waved them off. “Can we talk about something else please?”

Bianca and Jody exchanged a look that I pretended not to see. Thank God the DJ saved me by switching to a set that had the whole lounge moving. Siani dragged me out to the dance floor. We stayed out there for a few songs and I even let myself pop a little ass on a dude who came up behind me. I didn’t look up to see if Cardez was watching, but I knew he was from the way the hairs on the back of my neck kept standing up.