Page 54 of Save Room for Us

“I apologize for tonight, love.” He started to pull off. I noticed he never parked head in, always in reverse so he could just pull off.

“It’s fine. I had a lot of fun tonight.” I giggled.

“I’m glad.” He smirked sexily, running his hand down his face as he yielded to traffic. He was so fine, but he didn’t come off cocky like he knew it, and that made him even finer.

“Did you wash your hands?” I had to ask, seeing him run that same hand down his face.

“Of course not.”

“What?” I shrieked as he chuckled at my reaction. “So you’re just gonna spend the rest of the night with pussy on your fingers?”

“Correction—Anastazia’s pussy on my fingers, and hell yeah. Make sure I sleep with my hand over my nose tonight.”

“Ugh!” I couldn’t help but chortle as I shoved him lightly, making him do the same.

He whipped the vehicle around, using a few back streets, and it was impressive how well he knew the county of Los Angeles, even when we weren’t in his neck of the woods.

“It’s still early, love. You wanna come kick it with me?”

“Where?”

“My crib.”

“Oh… umm…”

“We not about to fuck. I’m not on that. I just ain’t ready to drop you back off, and the public thing ain’t gon’ fucking work.”

“Okay.” I exhaled, trusting him.

We rode for a little bit, not long at all, ending up at a residential tower. Asif entered, parking his vehicle, and then came around to assist me out.

“Watch ya step,” he said, helping me onto the elevator. I loved how delicately he treated me, and sadly, it wasn’t something I was used to.

We rode up and finally ended up in his expansive ass penthouse. It was humongous, larger than any penthouse I’d ever seen.

“This is your house?” I had to inquire to be sure.

“Yeah.” He chuckled at the way my jaw fell slightly, his hand on the small of my back. “You wanna look around?”

“Can I?” I raised a brow, causing him to smirk.

“Feel free, love. I ain’t got shit in here worth hiding.”

I nodded and started trekking around the beautiful place that seemed to overlook all of Los Angeles. Asif stayed behind me,but not in an overbearing way, as I peered in all four bedrooms and five bathrooms. I didn’t even know they made penthouses this large. When he dimmed the lights over the whole place, I whipped around to face him with a gasp, and he laughed sexily.

“This is so amazing, Asif. I’m proud of you.” I nodded, and when I focused on him, I saw the puzzled look.

“You are?”

“Yes. You’re twenty-six years old and living like this. But at the same time, you’re not as flashy as you could be. One would have to pay close attention to you to know you have money, and most men at your age would be popping Ace of Spades in the club every night to prove it.” I inspected the thick curtains.

Asif bobbed his head, taking in my comment.

“I appreciate that, baby.” He spoke softly, as if he were still thinking. “I don’t think nobody, except for my pops, has ever said that shit to me before.” His brows furrowed, pondering on that fact.

“That’s pretty surprising.” I meandered over to him, feeling more relaxed in his presence, as I threw my arms around his neck, having to stand on my tiptoes even in the four-inch heels. Asif’s hands gravitated to my waist and then down to my ass, squeezing it so that I forgot I had on the thick ass jean shorts because I could feel him.

We kissed, slowly but hungrily, and I felt him begin to harden again. His hands roamed my body, and for the moment, I forgot about every insecurity I had when it came to him. He made me feel good, pretty, sexy, and that made me horny.

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