Page 60 of Deuce

She sighed. “Thanks, Deuce.”

“I got you, baby. I’ma see you at dinner tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Aye.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I disconnected the call and slipped my phone back into my pocket just as I heard more footsteps behind me.

“Why are you hiding out up here?” Maceo asked, strolling over to where I stood.

“I’m not hiding. I’m observing.”

“Must be watching Salima’s ass.” He shook his head. “Come to our section. She’s working it. That way you can look at her up close and personal witcho’ thirsty ass.”

I grinned. “Fuck you.”

I didn’t bother to defend my thirstiness to him. Maybe I was a little thirsty. Salima enticed me. If he wanted to call it thirsty… so be it.

It was closing time.

The lounge had cleared out. The staff was leaving and the cleaning crew had rolled in. I stood against the bar, eating an order of infused honey lemon pepper wings and waiting for Salima to grab her things so we could head out. I’d been waiting about five minutes when I saw her walking toward me. A few of the girls were behind her rolling their eyes and whispering. I felt like I was going to have to further make examples out of a few of them.

Salima giggled as she approached me. “You’re smacking like it’s good.”

I wiped my mouth. “Good as fuck.”

She shook her head. “Let me get one.”

“Who said I liked you enough to share my food?”

She kissed her teeth as she bumped me out of the way and stole a flat from my basket. I watched as she placed the wholething in her mouth. A few seconds later, she pulled out nothing but a clean bone.

Fuck! The act had me thinking of all the ways she could suck my dick clean just like that.

“You keep teasing me like that and you gon’ know something,” I warned her, wiping my hands.

She giggled. “I’m ready to go.”

“Let’s roll.”

Pushing off from the bar, I placed a hand on the small of her back and led her toward the door.

“Have a good night, ladies,” I said to the girls in passing.

They all murmured various goodbyes and kept walking.

“They’ve been talking shit all night,” Salima said. “I don’t like drama, but I can’ promise my fist won’t go in one of those bitches mouths.”

I chuckled. “Calm down, killa. You don’t have to see them for two days.”

“I guess.”

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