Page 88 of Save Room for Us

“Just knew you’d have something.” He checked his Audemars Piguet and said, “Movie starts in about an hour, so finish up.”

“Movie? I?—”

“I already asked ya moms, and she told me it was cool. Said she wants Sophie to herself, and you be doing too fucking much.”

My jaw dropped as Asif chuckled.

“Whatever. I’m almost done,” I announced.

Usually, I would completely smash this burger, but I didn’t want to completely fill up because I’d decided that I was fucking this nigga and tonight. He was intelligent, so emotionally mature, so fine, so aware, and I just couldn’t hold out any longer.

And something told me that I needed to eat light for what I was about to experience.

We finished up our food, then I showered and dressed while Sophie went to kick it with my mother. I opted for a simple spaghetti strapped dress and some sandals. Underneath this dress, though, was a lacy bra and panty set perfect for the night.

I packed an overnight bag, though, after clearing it with my mama, containing some essentials and sexy underwear that I proudly fit now that I had been eating right and running on the treadmill in the middle of the night when my nightmares kept me up. I wasn’t all the way back to my pre-baby weight, probably never would be, but I was back to a point where I didn’t mind showing off.

The movie wasn’t long at all, but I couldn’t truly focus because of what I was about to do tonight.

“How’d you like it?” Asif asked as he whipped through the streets illuminated by the streetlights.

“It was cool.” I noticed him heading toward my mom’s home. “Can we go to your spot for the night?” I asked.

Asif’s brows furrowed as he looked my way briefly. He stroked his beard like he always did, tongue running over his bottom lip, too, a little preamble before he said something.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, love. This shit, this tether between us is getting too strong, and if I take you home tonight, I can’t promise I ain’t gon’ try.”

“I don’t want you to try. I want you to do it.”

He glanced at me a few times in shock, and I did my best not to laugh.

“You sure?” He stared deeply into my eyes once we got to a red light.

“Do you still deal with other women?”

“I don’t.” He pressed on the gas. “Been hard on a nigga, I ain’t gon’ front, but I can see the bigger picture. I been a good boy.”

“Then I’m sure.”

“Aight, man?—”

I took his hand off the gear shift, cutting him off, and spread my legs before placing his fingers along my inner thigh, slowly bringing it up. He tucked his lips in, trying to focus on the road as I let him feel the damp seat of my panties.

“You tell me if I’m sure.”

He said nothing, keeping his hand between my legs as he made a U-turn in the middle of the street like he was starring inFast & Furious.

He floored it, removing his hand from touching me, as he said, “I wanna save that shit.”

We got to his penthouse in seemingly no time, and he picked me up as we rode the elevator to his floor. I hugged his neck as he wrapped my legs around him, and we kissed our way to the bedroom.

“Sit down,” I instructed, and he gave me no argument, his behind taking up residence in the plush chair of his massive bedroom.

Standing before him, I began to unbutton my dress while he watched. Removing my claw clip and allowing my curly tresses to fall free, I tossed it into the other chair and continued removing my dress until it was open completely. I dropped it to the floor, and Asif drank me in, in this lace bra and panty set.

“You so fucking sexy.” His eyes lowered as he spoke.

“You too,” I whispered back, getting onto my knees and pushing up his wife beater as he kissed me.

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