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“It means, me and you? We got the same mind, the same energy.”

“I ain’t evil like you!”

“But you’re attracted to my evil ass, ain’t you? With me, you feel things you never felt with my brother. Admit it.”

“I ain’t admitting SHIT.”

I laughed. “You’re so fucking mean and I love it.”

She frowned, shifting her gaze to the wall across from us. “So, all these visits is you working up to fucking me?”

“Yes and no. I definitely wanna fuck you, but that ain’t all I want. I want your heart.”

She stared at me beforeshestarted laughing, stopping when she saw that I wasn’t joining her.

“Wait, you’re serious? You want like a relationship with me or something? Seriously? Like, for real?” she inquired.

I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, fine, smart, a killer…”

She fixed her eyes on me, wordlessly inspecting my face. Then she moved from her seat, scooting closer to me.

Holding my face in her hands, she softly kissed me and said, “I knowI’ma catch, but why in the fuck would I want to be in a relationship with you?”

I grinned. “Youtellme. Why do you want me, King?”

She rolled her eyes before kissing me again while climbing into my lap and grinding on me.

My dick was already harder than a got damn steel construction beam, had been since she opened her front door. But her body? It was a fucking work of art with clothes on. Once she left my lap and undressed, I knew for sure I was going to lose my mind over her. Thick thighs, wide hips, big juicy ass breasts, a booty made for gripping.

This shit didn’t make no sense!

She stood over me, naked, her eyes below my waist, and I had to ask myself why the fuck I was still sitting on her sofa with my damn clothes on. The hell was wrong with me?

I remedied that problem by hopping up and quickly dropping my slacks and underwear. She removed my shirt and kissed my chest, her tongue dragging over my nipples, I had to suppress the chill that ran through me. She was twenty-two to my twenty-nine. I wasn’t going to go out like a much younger amateur. I had a point to prove. When I got done with her ass, she wasn’t ever going to want another man.

When she lifted her head to kiss me, I grasped her hand, dropping back onto the couch and pulling her down to straddle my lap again. We kissed and moaned as she stroked me andI slid my fingers inside her heat. So hot, so fucking tight…I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

“Condom,” she murmured against my mouth.

“Wallet,” I muttered.

She left my lap, and I wanted to beg her to come back but opted to watch as she dug in my pants pocket and retrieved my wallet, opening it. When she froze, I frowned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, mentally adding,please don’t say you changed your mind because I gots to fuck you. God knows I do.

“Your driver’s license…your name is Mephibosheth?” she inquired.

Shit, hearing my full first name almost made my dick deflate.

“Damn, you pronounced it right,” I observed.

She shrugged one shoulder, giving me a grin. “Lucky guess.”

I nodded, eyeing her body. “You gon’ get the condom or…”

“Right! Your middle initial is T? What’s that stand for?”

“I’ll tell you once I’m inside you.”

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