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I ignored everything until I heard the Baltimore Blackhawks. I grabbed my remote and turned up the volume to listen a little more closely.

“If Ross chooses Baltimore, that’ll put him back home. Although the Blackhawks are a newer team, founded just three years ago, they have the potential to become a franchise as big as the New York Monarchs. If I were Ross, I’d seriously consider coming home.”

He went on to talk about the Vipers and how losing Juvie might hurt them in the long run. But all I could do was stare at the picture on the left side of the screen. Could Juvie be coming back home to the DMV? My mind wandered for a minute, remembering him—not the superstar—the loud, ghetto ass, slick talking ass, Juvie. That was a different lifetime.

I watched the rest of the segment, jotting down potential clients’ names. One thing about baseball players: they paid them well, and I wanted in. My price was steep, but they made enough to pay me what I was worth. Once I finished the contract for Tion’s hardheaded ass, I emailed him the information and went into the kitchen to make a quick dinner.

My man was coming over, and what better way to greet him than with a nice, juicy steak and me dressed in something that would have him ready to drop them draws immediately? I poured a glass of wine, pulled the steaks from the fridge so they could reach room temperature, and put the potatoes in the oven to bake. While the potatoes were cooking, I took a quick shower, made sure my wig was laid to perfection, and sprayed Emery’s favorite fragrance all over. I tied my robe around my body and went back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

Emery’s practice was running a little late, which worked. I’d have enough time to finish dinner, set the mood, and have a few more glasses of wine to enjoy my night thoroughly. My phone dinged on the counter, and it was Emery telling me he was ten minutes away.

The steaks were already resting, the salad was made, and the potatoes were ready to be dressed. I moved around the kitchen, grabbing the plates and utensils. I set the table in my dining room, lit some candles, and turned on some music. “Vixen” by Miguel played through the speakers while I added the final touches. I dimmed the lights and sat there, sipping my wine and waiting.

“Vannah… Baby, where you at?” Emery’s voice called from the door.

I stayed quiet, waiting for him to find me. If he just followed the smell of the food or me, he wouldn’t take long. I saw him before he saw me, and I was glad. Emery was chocolate… Not the regular chocolate. I’m talking the deepest, darkest, richest chocolate. His skin was smooth and blemish free. Deep waves that he kept looking good, big hands, big feet, and if you were fuckin’ with me, a big dick. When he noticed me, he leaned against the wall and licked his lips, eyes locked on me.

“This for me?” he asked, walking closer. “What’s under the robe, Vannah? Let me see.”

When I didn’t move, he knelt in front of me and pulled on the belt of my robe. His eyes lit up as he opened my robe, taking his time. His hands fell to my thighs, rubbing up to my waist.

“How do you expect me to eat when you look this fuckin’ good?” he asked, moving his hands over my titties.

“Well, I put a lot of love into this meal. I’d appreciate it if you ate that first… Then you can eat me.”

He grinned, rubbing up and down my thighs. “Uh huh. Ima do that. I can’t promise I won’t have you spread out on this table right after. Gimme a kiss so I can eat and have enough energy to have yo’ lil’ wig hangin’ off by the mornin’.”

I pecked his lips a few times, and when I tried to pull back, he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and damn near swallowing my tongue. One thing about Emery, he was freaked the fuck out. Shit, that was one of the reasons I made him mine. I couldn’t have him falling into the arms of an IG model or R&B singer. They wouldn’t know what to do with him. But I did. He finally came up for air and stood his tall ass over me, grinning and grabbing his dick like it was about to burst.

“Yeah. Ima fuck the shit outta you. I hope you did ya Pilates and shit today, ’cause Ima ball ya lil’ ass up.”

“I did,” I shot back as I closed my robe. “I’m well hydrated, too, so I’m ready. I hope they didn’t tire you out at practice.”

He sat across from me and pulled his hoodie over his head. We ate in silence because we both knew what time it was by the time the forks started scraping against the plates. The nigga was eating so fast, I just knew he was about to rearrange my guts. I guzzled down my wine, ate a few forkfuls of salad, and sliced up my steak as fast as I could.

Every time he glanced at me, my heart raced a little more with excitement, ready for him to fold me like a lawn chair. He finished his food and just stared at me while I ate. He picked up the wine and drank right from the bottle.

Yup. I know Ima be walking sideways tomorrow.

I pushed my plate away, and Emery was on his feet. He barely gave me enough time to swallow my steak before he snatched my ass up from the chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked toward my bedroom without saying a word. He tossed me in the middle of the bed and stripped so fast I almost didn’t get my robe off.

He pounced on top of me, dragging his lips from my neck to my lips, kissing me like he needed me to breathe for him. He tried to pull on the straps of my lingerie and ripped the delicate fabric, splitting it down the middle to my belly button.

“Em! Why you do that? That was my favorite.” I huffed.

“I’ll buy a new one.”

He ripped it the rest of the way, tore off the last piece, and tossed it across the room. As soon as his lips wrapped around my nipple, I didn’t give a damn about what he just did. His tongue and lips had a mind of their own as he made his way down to my thighs, licking and kissing all over me. My head was spinning by the time he pinned my legs back and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His dark eyes stared at me as he lowered his head between my thighs.

“Watch what the fuck Ima do to you,” he muttered.

My legs were pinned so far back, I got a full view of his long ass tongue gliding over my clit back and forth. My hips rose on instinct as he closed his eyes, stiffened his tongue, and concentrated on what he knew made me weak.

“Shit, baby!” I hissed, clenching the sheets.

His tongue flicked faster, making my hips jerk and my stomach tighten. When he put his whole mouth over my pussy and started slurping, I knew what time he was on. He stared at me, watching my mouth hang wide open. My toes were curled tight, and I knew my eyes were crossed.

“Uhmm, hmmm,” he hummed into me.