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His palms slid over my hips to my ass. “You kissin’ on me like that, and now you want me to let you go? That’s fucked up.”

“Yes… Just for now.” I glided my thumb across his bottom lip. “But I won’t be long. I promise.”

He caught my hand, dragging his lips across my knuckles. “Aight… Hurry up, though. I need you to take care of something.”

He looked down between us, then back at me, brow raised, smirking. I shoved him back, laughing. I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. The smell of fresh linen and roses filled the air as soon as I opened the door. Two black silk robes were draped across the California King bed. A few candles were lit in here too. Slow, soft music played from the TV, setting the mood even more.

I glanced at Emery, and he was already undressing while watching me. For a minute, I was stuck. Em was fine as hell. There was no cute way to say it. If I were insecure, he was the worst kind of man to have. An NBA player, fine as hell, rich as hell, and a lover. A lil’ rough, too, but I loved that shit.

Before I got carried away, I went into the bathroom. Everything was laid out to start his bath. Once the water came on, I added a few rose petals. Only two candles were lit, so I lit two more to get the lighting just right. Em came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as I lit the last candle.

“Don’t take too long, baby,” he said low against my ear.

“I won’t. Just relax. You’ll have me all to yourself.”

I turned in his arms, pulled the tie on the robe, then pushed it off his shoulders. When it fell to the floor, I couldn’t help looking down. I raised my head slowly, and he chuckled.

“What? I don’t control that mufucka… You do.”

I rubbed my palm down his chest and stepped back slowly. “I know. Ima make it do what I want, too.”

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me. If I turned around, I wouldn’t leave this bathroom. In the room, I stripped, pulled on the robe, and sat on the edge of my bed. The first email I needed to respond to was Audemars. They wanted to confirm arrangements for Juvie when he arrived—his preferences and all kinds of shit. Juvie had already sent me his measurements, so I sent those to the stylist too.

Then, there was Sports Illustrated. I didn’t know how Juvie didn’t get a shoot with them in ten years, but it probably had a lot to do with his ghetto ass showing up on game days with gold teeth in his mouth. He had PR training, but he was always himself. Poor Luke didn’t know how to market him appropriately, but I did. I sent the last email, put my phone on DND, and quietly made my way back to the bathroom.

When I stepped inside, Emery’s body was submerged in the water up to his neck. His eyes were closed, and his head rested on the bath pillow. I almost didn’t want to disturb him as I leaned against the doorframe and watched him.

I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. “Can I join you?”

He opened his eyes, then focused on me, dragging his gaze all over my body. I didn’t wait for him to answer me; I just climbed inside and straddled him. The warm water rose as I sank. Em’s hands moved up my thighs to my waist as he stared at me.

“Took long enough. I almost fell asleep.”

“That didn’t even take a full fifteen minutes. How do you feel?” I asked, rubbing his waves.

His jaw clenched, but his eyes were soft. “Still pissed… but this got me feelin’ alright. And you makin’ that shit even better.”

“What else can I do? Tell me what you need…”

He shifted and rose from the water just enough to expose his shoulders, then pulled me closer. His lips touched mine, and I fell into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he trailed kisses from my face to my neck.

“I need you,” he said through muffled kisses.

My hips moved on their own when his lips traveled over my chest. His tongue grazed my nipple, then his lips came down over it, sucking deep. I wound my hips, pressing my titties into his face. He sucked my nipple deeper, rolling the other one between his fingers. My pussy pulsed and thumped, making it hard for me to be patient.

“Em.” I moaned softly, rocking my hips against him.

The friction wasn’t enough. His hands and his lips on my body weren’t enough either. I lifted my hips, reached down, and lined his dick up with my pussy just right, then dropped slowly.

“Fuck, Vannah…” he hissed as he fell back on the bath pillow.

He gripped my waist, lifting his hips to meet mine. Water splashed around us, almost spilling onto the floor. He pulled me against his chest and held me tighter. I lowered my mouth to his, tongue sliding through his lips. He sucked my tongue, moaning into my mouth and digging deeper. My head dropped back, and my mouth hung open from the feeling of him stretching me.

“All the way down on that dick, baby… Let me in this mufucka.”

He gripped my hips and drove deeper. I gasped. My body shuddered like he’d reached a place inside me that he wasn’t supposed to. Water spilled onto the floor as I rolled my hips faster, breath catching each time he reached the deepest part of my pussy. All the anger and irritation from earlier was gone. He was taking that shit out on me.

“Uhm hmm… Stay right there.”