Page 54 of Deuce

I rolled my eyes. “Funny thing, she wants to holla at him, too. She told me I need to make something shake with you so she can get next to him.”

He laughed. “That’s wild. He told me the same thing. The two of them together might be a problem. You will just have to see me all the time, then.”

“I see enough of you, Stanley.”

We pulled up to a stoplight, and he turned to me. Before I knew it, his hand was wrapped around my throat, and he gave a gentle squeeze.

“What did I tell you about that?” he asked, forcing my body to follow the pull of his arm. “You like being hard-headed don’t you?”

His lips were mere centimeters from mine. I was so fucking turned on right now that I knew my panties would be ruined if he kissed me. He reached over and placed a hand on my thigh, pulling my legs apart. His fingers slowly made their way under my skirt. A small whimper escaped my lips as he got closer to my treasure chest.

“Deuce…” I whispered.

“Deuce what?”

His finger grazed the seat of my panties, and my body shuddered.

“Look at you… wet already.”

His grip on my neck tightened as he pressed his lips to mine. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, my legs fell further open. He kissed me, slow and nasty. When he pulled my panties to the side and gave my pearl a single stroke, I whimpered.

“Oooo…”

“You see how easily I can command this pussy? You still believe she ain’t gon’ be mine?”

He chuckled as he pulled his hand and lips away, then pressed the gas. I sat there the rest of the drive contemplating my lack of self-control. This man made me want to free all my inhibitions. I wasn’t sure how many times I could be alone with him before I just had to give in and let him fuck me senseless.

Leann glared at me as me and Deuce walked through the back door of the lounge. He gave her a head nod before heading upstairs, while I headed down the hall to the employee lounge. This wasn’t a typical break room. It was every bit as luxurious as the main patron area.

Black leather sofas and chairs filled the room. There was a coffee bar and a fully stocked snack bar. Along the back wall were computers. Along another there was a huge ninety inch TV mounted to the wall.

I walked over the wall where the lockers were and unlocked mine before placing my things inside. As I stood checking my hair and makeup, I heard the clicking of heels across the hardwood floors. Peeking around, I saw LeAnn.

I paid her no mind because she couldn’t have been coming to see me. Sadly, I was wrong. When I closed my locker, she was standing before me with her arms crossed.

I pulled my apron from the hook and tied it on. “Can I help you, LeAnn?”

“We need to talk,” she announced.

“Okay… talk.”

I turned and walked over to the snack bar and grabbed a bag of chips.

“Are you fucking him?” she asked.

I turned to face her with a frown on my face. “Excuse you?”

“You heard me. Are you fucking Deuce?”

“I don’t think that what I’m doing is any of your business, Leann.”

“It’s my business when I’m responsible for you.”

“Baby, the only person responsible for Salima is Salima. I don’t need you clocking my pussy.”

I tried to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm. I looked down at her fingers and then back up at her.

“You should let me go.”

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