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“You got it. Ima have my attorney get on this. You need his contact info?”

“No, sir. I’ve already done my research. Once I’m home and settled, I’ll send him a copy. Do you have any more questions or concerns? Anything else I should add to my notes?” she asked, closing her laptop.

“Nah. I think we covered everything,” I said, draggin’ my eyes over her face. “Thanks for meetin’ wit’ me. I’ll have an answer for you in a few days.”

“Alright. If anything comes up or you need clarification, I sent my virtual business card to your DMs. It was good seeing you, Juvie. I hope you make the smart decision and choose Mercer Sports.” She tucked her tablet under her arm.

“Damn. Three days to figure out if I’m stupid. You got it.” I laughed, standin’. “Thanks for slidin’, through.”

She tossed her stuff in her laptop bag, then grabbed her purse and walked toward the door. When she reached for the door, I stepped in front of her and grabbed the handle. Her hand brushed against mine, and her eyes locked on me. Under all that professional shit, Juicy saw me. She cleared her throat, then stepped away, but I closed the space between us.

“Juvie… the door,” she said low, still holdin’ me wit’ her eyes.

“I got it… Ladies first.”

“Thank you,” she said, steppin’ through the door as soon as I opened it.

Her scent stayed wit’ me, clingin’ to the air. I watched her walk ahead of me, hair and hips movin’ at the same rhythm. I ain’t know how this shit was gon’ work. She looked over her shoulder, waved, then picked up her pace toward the exit. Mercer Sports was the best choice for my career. Bein’ around Juicy this much was a bad idea. That ain’t stop me from wantin’ to sign wit’ her, though.

The whole way home, Juicy ran through my mind. I turned the music up loud enough to shake the doors, but that shit didn’t help. It was like danglin’ a piece of steak in front of a dog and expectin’ him not to bite it. When I pulled my truck into the driveway, Ni’s truck was already parked. She said her flight was delayed, and she wouldn’t be home ’til after midnight. Now she was here? I called bullshit.

I cut the engine, then hopped out. Inside, the whole house was dark. Ni been home. She was movin’ real fuckin’ weird, and I wasn’t about to argue wit’ her ass. I’d leave as soon as she started. Music floated down from upstairs, low enough that I had to listen for it. I dropped my bag by the door and climbed the stairs.

The bedroom door was cracked when I reached the room. I pushed it open and stopped. Ni was stretched out on the bed like she had been waitin’ on me all day. The candlelight bounced off her chocolate skin. She was glistenin’ from the oils she always used. Whatever scent she was wearin’ pushed its way through the candles burnin’.

She sat up, and her robe fell down her shoulder. “You’re late.”

“Why you clockin’ me, Niema? You wasn’t supposed to be here ’til later.”

“I wanted to come home,” she said, pushin’ her robe off completely. “And I wanted you to see this.”

She didn’t answer my question. Just sat there naked like that was supposed to make me forget I asked. Ni pushed off the bed, movin’ toward me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she kissed me. I kissed her back, slidin’ my hands down her body, but my head was somewhere else. I gripped her throat, and she smiled. Then, she stuck her hand down my pants, grabbed my dick, and stroked it slow, makin’ me grip her neck tighter.

“Ni… You wanna get fucked? Just say that shit.”

She licked her lips, strokin’ my dick faster. “Yes.”

I pulled her closer, slidin’ my hands over her titties. Ni moaned. I smacked her ass so hard it echoed through the room.

“I’m ’bout to fuck the shit outta you.”

“Stop talking and do it,” she said, low and sexy.

Her lips fell over mine, aggressive as hell, like she was about to run this shit, but Ni knew better. I gripped her hair, slidin’ my tongue in her mouth, holdin’ her exactly where I wanted her. When I finally let her up for air, she gasped.

“Get on the bed. Play wit’ that pussy.”

I watched her climb to the middle of the bed, ass cheeks shakin’ every time her knees pressed into the mattress. When she rolled over on her back, she opened her legs, pinin’ them back with her arms. Her pussy was already glistenin’, waitin’ for me.

“Wet ass pussy.”

I took off my clothes, one piece at a time, watchin’ her rub her clit in slow circles. Her mouth dropped open, and her head fell back, but she didn’t stop. My dick was throbbin’ seein’ her hips and fingers move to the same rhythm.

“Juuuvie…” She moaned like I wasn’t right here.

The way Juicy said my name earlier slid right through me. I closed my eyes, strokin’ my dick. Juicy’s pretty ass face popped in my head. She was on her back, wearin’ that same black see-through dress she wore at the club. I was slippin’, but I ain’t give a fuck. Ni’s voice snapped me outta my head, and my eyes flew open.

“Come here. Please,” she begged, dippin’ her fingers inside her pussy. She slapped her clit twice, then went back to rubbin’.