Page 60 of Soul Food

She slapped her cloth down against the island and sighed. “The nerve of those two. You better be glad you punched him, or I might have slapped you myself.” She looked down at Jayne. “Tell me if she messes with that bunch again. I won’t allow it.”

I rolled my eyes as Jayne saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Cut me a break. I’m smarter than that,” I grumbled, but Ma ignored me.

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The studio was off-limits for now in case reporters went there. Most knew every place I frequented, especially the only workspace I’d ever used. I sent Liam and the guys a text letting them know I wouldn’t be there today in case they missed me. I liked them. They were laid-back and cool, and their music was the shit.

Jayne and I parted ways after leaving Ma’s, and now I was lounging on the sofa with Moose. Rubbing his fur, I thought about how I hadn’t decided who I wanted to take care of him when I was gone. Not that I wanted to force anyone to keep him, but I honestly hoped Jayne wouldn’t leave him. I had no choice but to count on her.

I was filled with an odd sense of dysphoria which was to be expected. It would come and go throughout each day, mostly when I was left alone. Thinking back to that ill-fated day, I wondered if this has happened to someone else and if so, how many? What kind of demon was the shadowy figure? What was a soul reaper other than him being a soul stealer? And how did he give me this life? Maybe I’d know when I was dead. Maybe there was a whole other world out there. It was weird to imagine but easier to accept when you’d seen what I had.

Instead of thinking, I wanted to be happy and feel and live. As I reached for my phone on the coffee table, it dinged. That wave of desire traced the edges of my soul when I saw it was Amit.

Amit: Coming to see you.

How did he always manage to fill me up when I was getting down? The thought was dangerous, so I shoved it away as I smiled and darted to the bathroom as I sent him a text back.

Me: I’ll be waiting.

I made quick work in the shower—shaving my legs and washing my hair. I should have asked how long he’d be before I washed it. By the time I was dressed, he was knocking on the door. I abandoned drying my hair and left my wet curls down.

I was star-struck when I opened the door. “You’re wearing jeans.” Have mercy on my soul. No wonder he didn’t do casual. He was too fucking edible with that white T-shirt and faded jeans. His muscles were defined and so much easier to see than when he wore a suit.

Moose came up beside me and growled. He really did not like Amit at all.

Gray eyes swept over my loose jeans and black shirt. “Looks like you were expecting something…?” he asked. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

I swayed. I couldn’t handle Amit when he loosened up around me. His aloofness was appealing to me but those shy smiles would be my undoing. He was being playful.

“Why else would you have come over?” I teased as he pushed me back inside and closed the door behind him.

One giant arm snaked around my waist and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and beamed at him. “Don’t smile,” he grumbled, but I did anyway as he carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed.

“Mr. Kingston, I do believe you’re awfully into me.”

His forehead crinkled. “Call me Amit.”

“Why?” One of my eyebrows lifted as his fingers found the top of my jeans.

“Because that’s my name.” He yanked my jeans down, dragging my ass to the edge of the mattress. “Pull up your shirt,” he instructed and bent over me.

I gasped from the thought of what he was about to do. “You’re going to…?” The last time I had sex before Amit was in high school. At that age, I was dealing with boys and boys didn’t care about patience and getting their partner off, especially not going down on them. This would be my first time if Amit was indeed about to place his mouth on my pussy.

“Do you have a problem?” His breath touched my inner thigh, and my body tingled, responding to this new sensation.

“Please, Amit.” I said in frustration.

“You don’t have to beg. I’m going to give you everything and more,” he grunted brutishly.

Lowering his head, his tongue flicked out, teasing my opening. I bucked into his hot mouth as his grip on my thighs tightened and held me at bay. He swiped over me again leisurely, then he was sucking my clit into his mouth before lapping over it. My hips sprang forward as I moaned, oh God, this was amazing. I didn’t know if I could handle the tingling sensation. It was so intense, his mouth so different than actual sex. Andwatching him, his face between my legs only made me crazy. I was twisting and squirming like a cat on catnip, but I couldn’t help it. Every time he flattened his tongue out, then teased the hell out of my clit, I was right the edge of the orgasmic cliff.

But then he started biting and placing kisses along my inner thigh as he pressed a finger into me, then two, working them in and out, hooking his finger in that perfect way.Fuck!He knew just what to do to me. He kept me right at the tip of my climax, dragging it out until I was more than aching for my release. I was begging and whimpering for it. Every time he felt the clench of my pussy, the peak of my orgasm nearing, he’d retreat his fingers enough until I wound down, then curve them right back and I’d be exactly where I was—ready to burst without him ever letting me. It was torture. He was evil and so damn sexy as he watched me with hooded eyes.

“Please,” I begged, closing my legs around his shoulders, urging him on. Now I was reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. His gray eyes were like the brightness of the sun right after a cloudy day—that was how light his eyes were compared to the darkness of his features which were warped in desire as he stared up at me.

“You act like I’m keeping you from your pleasure,” he hummed mercilessly, his gaze shining with a wicked blaze.

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