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She quickly found a condom and returned to me, watching as I covered myself with it. Then…paradise. I was inside her, my hands gripping her ass as she rode me with her head thrown back, displaying her neck and breasts. I sucked the flesh of her neck, moved my hands to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples.

“Shit!” I screamed because how the fuck could she possibly feel this good?

Her moans were virtually continuous as she rode me, her mouth agape, head still collapsed between her shoulder blades. I wished I could paint or had a camera handy or something. I needed to capture the moment, freeze this view of her, so beautiful and totally free. I knew I was going to fall in love with her if I hadn’t already. Shit, I wasn’t sure since I’d never been in love before. I’d been in lust, for sure, but love? If it was real,I somehow knew I would and could only experience it with the beautiful Memphis King.

“Ohhhhh! Oh-oh-oh!!!” she wailed as her walls began to shudder around me.

In turn, my balls started to tingle as I clenched my ass and felt the building nut release. “Oh, fuck! Tidal! My middle name is motherfucking Tidal!” I grunted.

I dropped my head onto the back of the couch while trying to catch my breath, eyes closed, chest heaving as I continued to grip her ass.

I was in a nice haze when I heard her say, “Tidal? What kind of middle name is that?”

Opening one eye, I replied, “Better than my brother’s. That nigga’s name is Zaccai Tiberius.”

“Damn.”

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Now…

When we returned from Mexico, he took me to my apartment instead of his house and basically moved in with me. So, I was still his captive.

Whatever.

There I lay in my bed, watching him sleep like he owned the whole damn world.

He definitely owns your ass, I thought.

I hated my thoughts, not that they were inaccurate.

“Why you staring at me?” he mumbled, startling me. “Over there acting like you love me or something.” Opening an eye, he offered me a lazy grin.

“Trying to figure out how you can be so damn evil and sleep so soundly. Like, you really think I won’t dispatch you, huh?”

Rolling over to face me, his smile widened. “Iknowyou won’t.”

Still observing him, I reached behind me, grabbing the little twenty-two I kept on my bedside table and placing it against his forehead. “You sure about that?”

He reached up, moving my hand and pulling my body closer to his. “I’m certain of it.”

I stared at him for a moment before saying, “Thank you for saving me. Jerryn told me I was in danger.”

“I got you. I’ma always have your back. Believe that.”

“I…I do.”

He softly kissed my lips before advising, “Put on something nice. They’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”

I frowned. “Who?”

“You’ll see,” he threw over his shoulder as he left the bed.

“And how you gon’ invite someone tomyplace?”

He stepped into my en-suite bathroom without bothering to reply.

This can’t be real.

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