Page 55 of Save Room for Us

“Let’s do something else, love.” He stepped back from me, shaking his head a bit and blowing out a silent breath, before running his hand down his face again.

“You don’t like this?” I whispered, pecking him deeply.

“I love it, but it’s making me wanna do other shit.” He pecked me again, backing up and letting his hands fall from me. “And if I fuck you once, I ain’t gon’ wanna stop.”

“Okay.” I gave him some space, seeing how tense he was and that big bulge in his jeans. I didn’t wanna go all the way yet either, so it was best I relaxed like he said.

He got behind me as we started to walk, hugging me slightly as he whispered, “That shit was wet too. Next time we do that, I want you naked, baby.”

His full lips went flush against the tender spots of my neck as his big hand pressed against my abdomen.

“Did you pump so you can drink?” he quizzed, and I chuckled slightly out of shock. “You forgot I got a shitload of sisters-in-law, and that’s all they talk about.”

We guffawed in unison.

“I was an overproducer, so I have built quite a stash especially now that Sophie doesn’t drink as much. In other words, I can have a drink.” I simpered, and he gave me a half smile, staring down into my face for a bit. “What? Never heard of an overproducer?”

“Nah, trust me, I have. I think Yolani is one.” He shook his head with an exhale while leading me off as we chuckled. “I love titties, but I have never in my life wanted to stop hearing about them muthafuckas like I do when I see my family.”

I chortled more as we entered his living area, where he cut on the massive fireplace before going to his bar and pouring me some champagne. He poured Don Julio for himself, then came to sit by me on the floor. The fire was so warm that I had to sit on the floor by it.

“Why do you have champagne when you don’t seem to like it?” I asked, enjoying the crisp taste.

“Moms told me to always have some, and she makes sure of it.”

“I see.”

“So do all women only talk about periods, breast milk, and books?” he quizzed, making me laugh.

“No, we do not. We talk about the good stuff when men aren’t around,” I assured him.

“Aight, so tell me shit I should know. What’s ya favorite song?”

“EitherYou Put a Move on My Heart byTamiaorUnfortunatelyby Yolani. Tamia’s song is just so perfect for like a wedding or something. Everyone wants to feel like that.” I took a sip of the champagne. “Then Yolani’s is like boss shit, like you messed up, so unfortunatelyfor you,it’s a wrap, nigga.” I grinned and Asif smiled, chuckling. “And they both sung the hell out of those songs.”

“Sis-in-law love telling y’all females to leave yo’ nigga, then go right home to lay up with my brother.”

We cracked up, mainly because it was partially true.

“Well, she tells you to leave your no-good nigga, which she doesn’t have.”

“True.” He nodded.

“Okay, what’s yours?”

“Other thanDo I Love Her?it’sHussle and Motivateby Nipsey Hussle.”

“You don’t even have to explain why. You definitely give that vibe.” I cheesed, waving up and down his person using my hand.

“That a good thing?”

“Very.” I simpered as he scooted closer to me, putting me between his legs as we faced one another. “Are you always gonna do what you do now?”

“I assume you ain’t talking about the bank shit.” He ran his hand down his beard, looking off for a moment. “Nah. I used to say I would retire by thirty, but I don’ made more money than Ithought, so I honestly got like two more years in me, and I ain’t even been doing this shit long.”

I was surprised by his answer, knowing most niggas in his field wanted to be in it until they were using a damn cane and subscribing to AARP.

“How long?”

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