Page 44 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 3

“Both yours?” She lifted her chin toward the hanging jerseys.

“Nah, mine from college. Dad’s from high school.”

Her expression gentled. “That’s sweet.”

I looked away for a moment as my cheeks heated.

“And your bedroom?” She batted those fake eyelashes with intention.

I extended my arm toward the small hallway that led to my bedroom and a miniscule bathroom I barely fit in. When I took a shower, the curtain would stick to my side half the time, but the rent was affordable when I was in school and worked part-time.

We entered my bedroom and I smiled. Paris and Cheyenne had done me an even bigger solid than I’d expected. The entire place smelled fresh and there wasn’t any dust in sight. The bedding had been washed, and the smell of Tide and sunshine-dried sheets mixed with a big bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass vase in the center of my dresser.

Naomi pointed, pursed her lips, and propped a hand on her hip. “You had fresh flowers delivered while you were gone? Or is someone expecting you home?” Her tone was pure sass.

I chuckled and raised my hands in surrender. “I will admit to texting Paris and Cheyenne, promising them forty bucks a piece if they made sure my place was presentable to the woman I’d be bringing home. The flowers were all them, I assure you.”

She grinned, and her body language relaxed. “Well, that was mighty kind of them.”

“It was. Though I kind of liked the idea of you being bitten by the green-eyed monster,” I taunted.

Her mouth dropped open as she spun around. “I amnotjealous.”

I scoffed. “Could have fooled me.”

Now both hands went to her hips. Uh oh. In my vast experience with five sisters, a mother, and a granny, a hand on a cocked hip meant that she was about to throw shade. A hand on each hip meant a woman was about to lay down the law and teach your ass a lesson.

“I’ll have you know, I am perfectly capable of controlling my base instincts. If I was jealous, and I’m not saying I was, the point would be moot because you wouldn’t know it anyway.”

“Is that right? So you have no problem with the woman on the elevator slipping me her number before we exited on my floor,” I deadpanned.

“She did what now?” Her voice rose an octave, and her eyes blazed. “You know her? What apartment does she live in?” Naomi shook her head. “Did she not see the ring on my finger?” She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers, those long nails clacking against one another. “The gall. And I was right there. Let’s go.” She pointed at the door. “I’m going to give that woman a tongue lashing about the importance of the sisterhood and keeping her hands, eyes, andphone numbersto herself.” She moved to storm past me.

I caught her around the waist and hauled her flat against my chest as I chuckled. “Baby, there was no number exchange. And yes, I do know that woman. She’s happily married with kids and works the late shift at an events center. I’ve gone to some shows downtown with her and her man.”

She pouted and narrowed her gaze. “You tricked me.”

“I did.” I smiled.

“Now I feel embarrassed,” she whispered.

“There is not one single thing to be embarrassed about, Nay. Yes, you were jealous of the idea another woman hit on me. That makes me feel some type of way. A good type. But the fact that you were willing to confront her directly, sticking up for yourself and our relationship…now that, baby, is all kinds of hot.”

She peered up at me with those dark doe eyes. “You think so?”

I dipped my head and whispered against her lips. “Hell yes.” And then I kissed her.

Naomi wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head, and opened her mouth. I took the offer and plunged my tongue inside to tangle with hers. She sighed dreamily as we stood there and kissed for a long time. Soon, the desire for more overcameus both, and we were peeling one another’s clothes off. I yanked down the long zipper of her jumpsuit as I ran my lips along her sensitive neck. She moaned as I pushed the fabric down her shoulders and urged her body backward until she hit the bed and went down.

I knelt and pulled off one sexy-as-fuck stiletto and then the other before grabbing the fabric that had fallen down to her waist. I slid the jumpsuit down her legs and tossed it over my shoulder. She was clad only in a slinky royal blue bra and lacy thong.

Naomi lifted up on her elbows and stared as I stood and pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and shoved them unceremoniously down my legs. I kicked off the Jordans, wincing as I unintentionally may have scuffed one, but getting to see Naomi laid out in her lingerie on my bed was worth any price.

My girl smiled coyly and gestured at my gray boxer briefs. “Keep goin’ baby. I want to see the beast.” She licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one.

I eased my fingers into the waistband of my briefs and slowly dragged the fabric over my hardened cock. It sprang free of the confining cotton, and I groaned at the relief.

Naomi sat up then, put her hands on my waist and dipped her head. Before I could utter a single word, she had the head of my cock in her mouth, and that talented tongue of hers was making figure eights. I closed my eyes and hissed through the intense pleasure.

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