Page 40 of Deuce

“I won’t lie. You got my nose wide open. I think you’re beautiful and you have that slick ass mouth. And you’re kind of funny. I like that shit.”

“So, you like my attitude.”

“I love it. I don’t like soft women. If I’m gonna entertain a woman, she needs to have that fire in her. She needs to be ableto handle my slick mouth and give that shit right back to me. I’m an aggressive man by nature, Salima. I don’t make love… I like to fuck. And I need a woman who’s going to fuck me right back.”

“And you think that’s me?”

“It could certainly be you.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “I don’t just wanna fuck you though. You intrigue me… entice me. Even if you don’t want me now… chasing you would be so much fun.”

She bit her lip as she looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. She could say what she wanted. Our little spats did something to her. I saw it in the way her breathing labored. I saw it in the way that her chest heaved. I saw it in the way her nipples would harden any time I open my mouth.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“I’d slap the shit out of you.”

My fingers dropped from her chin and wrapped around her neck. She whimpered as I gave a gentle squeeze. At this point, I was mere centimeters from her lips. I smirked as I bore into those deep brown eyes.

“I might be into that,” I said.

I traced her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue before pressing my lips to hers. For someone who said she’d slap me, she didn’t put up a fight. In fact, she submitted willingly and parted her lips to feed me her tongue. Remnants of liquor lingered behind and I hungrily tasted them. The kiss between us was laced with just as much lust as I expected.

When I pulled away, her eyes fluttered open. She stared at me, seemingly surprised with herself for allowing that to go down.

“I… I need to go to the b-b-bathroom,” she stuttered, sliding out of her chair.

“It’s over there,” I said, pointing. She briskly began to walk off. “Salima!”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Make sure you come back.”

She nodded and hurried off. My family looked at me. I gestured to Samir and Talia to follow and make sure she didn’t try to leave. She might have thought I was playing, but I was serious. There was no way I’d let her drive home at witching hours. This was the time of morning where crime really peeked because it was quiet and there weren’t too many people around to see shit pop off. I’d hate to have to tear this city up if she went missing.

Ten minutes passed, and all three women finally emerged from the bathroom. Salima held a frown on her beautiful face. Everyone had migrated back to the table since our food had arrived, and she had no choice but to reclaim her seat beside me.

“You didn’t have to send the goons after me,” she said, crossing her arms. “I said I was coming back.”

“I know what you said. Eat.”

“I’m about tired of you giving me commands.”

I looked over at her with a stoic expression. It remained that way until she kissed her teeth and focused her attention on her plate of food. Mace sat next to me, shaking his head.

“What’s up with you?” he asked in a low voice. “You really feeling this girl?”

“You know me. Once I see something I like, I have to have it.”

“She’s gonna give you a run for your money.”

“And? I like thrills.”

He chuckled. “Alright, man. Whatever you say.”

“Mace?”

“What.”

“The next time you try to sit by her, I’m shooting your black ass.”

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