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“From scratch?”
“Naw, Bubbles. I’m kneading this shit for exercise,” his smart mouth ass said.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. I didn’t know we had a chef in the house.”
“Simone, either help me or shut yo ass up.” This was the first time he’d called me by my real name. Since that’s what we were doing, I returned the favor.
“I’m good. You got it, Tax.” His hands stopped moving, and for a split second, I thought I had fucked up until I saw him smile. He walked over to me and grabbed me around my waist. Anton picked me up and placed me on the counter.
“You know that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me that out loud.”
“How the hell is that your name and ain’t nobody ever called you it?” He shrugged.
“Key never wanted to get comfortable saying it. Didn’t want to slip and say it in front of somebody.”
“So, everybody out here just scared of a nigga whose name they can’t even say to his face?”
“Everybody except you.” He kissed me. Not a little peck either. It got so deep, the shit almost turned into a fuck session. “Say it again.” I busted out laughing.
“Tax.” He pulled me into a tight hug and started sucking on my neck.
“You gone get flour all over me,” I said while giggling like a schoolgirl.
“So.”
“You gone buy me another one too.”
“I’ll buy you the whole store. Now, say my name again.”
“Tax.”
“My dick like when you say that. Fuck! I’m about to say fuck this pizza.”
“Boy!” He looked at me and smiled.
“Say it one more time.” Shaking my head, I smiled before giving him what he wanted.
“Tax.” Grabbing my head, he kissed me again. I swear I could never get enough of him.
“I love the fuck out of your ass.”
“Apparently. You bought a whole apartment in the hood just to trick me back here.” He bit me hard, and I fell out laughing.
“You not gone let me live that shit down, huh?” I shook my head no as he walked back to the end of the counter. I stared at him for a while before busting out laughing again.
“I can’t believe the boogeyman got flour on his titties.”
“Man, you got me fucked up.” Scooping some off the counter, he walked over and threw it on me. “I’m gone make you pay for the cleaning lady since you the reason I got this shit everywhere.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Everybody pays tax.” He smiled as he walked back over to me and started kissing on me again. “You know, I’m gone have to make sure I don’t call you that around our baby. Don’t want it being repeated.”
“If Lovii starts talking, we taking her ass to Hollywood to get a check.”
“Not her. Our new baby.” I let that sink in and waited for his response. He stared at me to see if I was serious.
“You pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
