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My eyes fluttered, but I tried to keep them open. I braced my palms against his chest, sliding up and down on his dick. His eyes locked on me as he bit his lip. The muscles in his chest flexed under my hands each time he guided me down. I squeezed my walls around him, and he groaned low and deep in his throat.

“You gon’ make me cum. Shit!”

“Don’t.” I slid my hand around his throat and squeezed. “You better not cum.”

His head dropped back, begging for me to choke him. I crashed my lips against his, kissing him sloppily, making it real wet and nasty. His pulse thumped fast under my palm as he moaned into my mouth. My stomach tightened every time I felt his dick jump inside me.

“Fuuuck… You drownin’ me, baby.” He groaned, holding me tighter.

Our bodies moved in sync, both of us locked in on each other. The faster I moved my body, the deeper he thrusted his hips into me. Rose petals stuck to his chest. Water splashed louder against the tub, spilling onto the floor.

“I’m bouta cum!” I cried, back arching from how deep he was.

Em gazed into my eyes, mouth hung open, chest rising faster, trying to hold his nut. I gripped his throat tighter, pressing my forehead against his.

He grabbed my ass, holding me steady. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

My body obeyed like his words were a command. I fell into him, body shaking and crying out. His dick swelled inside me, then he held me down and crashed his lips against mine. He moaned into my mouth as he came long and hard. Neither of us moved—just stuck there, chest to chest, breathing heavily. His hands moved slowly over my body while we both came down. Our hearts were still racing, but I could feel a calmness from him. It was what I’d been waiting for since he got ejected from the game.

Emery chuckled, and my head popped up from his shoulder. “What’s funny?”

“We flooded this fuckin’ bathroom.”

I peeked over the side of the tub at the puddles and rose petals floating everywhere.

“It’s your fault,” I teased, plucking a rose petal from his chest.

“Aw, hell nah. You ain’t ’bout to blame me. You came in here ridin’ my dick, chokin’ me and shit. Nah, baby. That’s all you.”

I brushed my lips across his. “You feel better, right? That’s all I care about.”

“Yeah, I’m straight. Whatever fine I gotta pay, I’ll pay it. If they suspend me for a couple games, I’ll spend some time wit’ you… But I’m starvin’.”

I rose from his lap and stepped slowly out of the tub. My legs were so wobbly that I had to hold onto the edge. Em laughed at me, but he grabbed my hand to keep me steady.

“Let’s take a shower so I can feed you.”

He licked his lips, staring at me, then rose from the water and smacked my ass. “That ass fat, baby.”

I giggled as I walked toward the shower. From the way he was watching me, I knew Emery was about to have me on my back until the sun came up. Thank God I had enough sense to pack all my hair products. This wig would be on the floor by the time the birds started chirping.

After one more round in the shower, Emery and I were on the couch in our robes, eating wings. That meal after getting your guts rearranged is the best. My wig was hanging up, I had my bonnet on, and my comfort show, Scandal, was on.

“How many times have you watched this shit? You think B613 real?” Em asked, wiping wing sauce from his fingers.

“Anything is possible in this country. And I’ll watch Scandal until the day I die. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Olitz for life!”

He shook his head, dipping a fry in ketchup. “This nigga is the president, and he’s fuckin’ this lady all in the Oval Office… While his wife is there. Let me be fuckin’ off on you. Be ready to run me the fuck over.”

“That’s fiction. This is real life. Don’t let Fitz give you any ideas. I better not even dream about your black ass cheating on me.”

He dropped his fry, then stared at me. “I’m ’bouta turn this shit off, Vannah.”

I doubled over laughing at the look on his face. “Come on, baby. Don’t turn it off. I know you ain’t crazy enough to be cheating on me. You smart, you loyal.”

“Smart as a mufucka. You done?” he asked, closing his food container.

I closed mine, then passed it to him. “Thank you, baby.”