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“My pussy belongs to you.” Sliding down on his shaft, we both moaned as our skin slapped against each other, the sound ringing throughout the room. I was glad my room was far away from Kayne’s, but just in case, I had already locked the doors.

We smashed our lips together as I rolled my hips, fucking him for the rest of the night. With a fevered groan and steady thrusts, explosions of ecstasy fell around us.

* * *

Weeks had passed since our first night having sex. No matter where he was, or what was happening, Laikin was on a mission to not be away from me for more than three days. He’d fly me out if he had to travel or schedule his trips around my work schedule. Kayne enjoyed playing video games or going out for a boys’ night with him and his uncle. I wasn’t allowed to go because they did man things like laser tag and basketball, which I beat both their asses in a few times.

While listening to my client describe her upcoming movie PR tour over the phone, I had some clothes pulled at the studio suite I rented for meetings. My name traveled fast, and I was booked up for the next six months. I secured space to see clients in person, and I was booked for virtual meetings.

“I need a total of ten outfits, and I need something for a celebration party that my husband is planning.”

I held up the pieces. “Okay, so I am thinking we do a mixture of fun, flirty dresses for the morning interviews. Based on the schedule your assistant sent, you have four interviews in one day. I think wearing the crop top and wide skirt could work for on-air live shows.”

Marlowe smiled in the FaceTime camera. “I love that idea, Amena. You’re the best! Send me each look, and I will be in town to try everything on in two weeks.” Marlowe cheered with a hand up in the air.

“Give me until the end of the day and I will have all the looks pulled.”

Marlowe tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Thank you again for taking me on last minute.”

“I should be thanking you. Everybody is buzzing about your work in the limited series—and there’s even talk of you being nominated for an Emmy. If everything works out, we’ll both have our names talked about.”

Marlowe blushed. “Speak it into existence.”

The knocks at my door caught my attention. I held a finger up at the camera for Marlowe to hold on, and I ambled over to look through the peephole. I smiled pleasantly at my best friend holding bags of food.

“Marlowe, let me call you back.” I unlocked the top, letting Winter step inside, tapping to end the call as Marlowe hung up her line.

“I smell something good.”

Winter placed the bag on the coffee table. “Honey, your man said to make sure you’re fed and to take a break.”

“You talked to Laikin?”

“I talked to Kayne and Laikin was in the background with your brother.”

Chuckling, Winter opened one bag and shoved the other toward me. I picked out a box of fries, salad, and teriyaki vegetables. “Kayne is addicted to hanging with them.”

“He’s so sweet, he makes me want one. Then I think about changing diapers.” Winter shivered, scrunching up her face.

“Girl, hush. I just imagine you having a nanny for changing the diapers.”

“Right about that part. How’s work going?” Winter took a seat on the L-shaped couch near the window. I went to sit behind my desk, took out the packets of ketchup, poured them on my fries, and placed my napkin on my lap. “Work is busy. When you knocked, I was on the line with Marlowe Shepherd.”

“She’s my favorite actress. Can you get me a picture and an autograph?”

“I can’t promise that. You know my clients hate being bothered when they come here. I sign NDAs and tight contracts.”

Winter drew her drink to her lips. “I can accidently bump into her.” She sank back in her seat and released a burp.

“Well, she’s my next biggest client after Laikin, so I have to make a good impression.”

“Laikin has faith in you, Amena. Stop worrying. You already have your name in magazines and on the blogs as the top stylist in the business.”

I slammed my drink on the desk and rolled my eyes. “Bloggers.” Greed had come awfully heavy to some people these days; they would sell their own family for fame.

“They’re good for some things.”

“Laikin tells me to ignore the crap they write, but it’s hard when I know Kayne will grow up and read some of that mess.”

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